Chapter 839

At present, Zhao Ruhai brings in the embroidered pier for the two people, Zhong Mingwei and Meiya sit down, Zhao Ruhai gives them tea again, and then the room is quiet down. Maybe the quiet time is too long, so that no one knows how to open up. Zhong Zhiheng sits on the top, holding a tea bowl and holding his head down to gather tea. Zhong Minge sits so quietly and slowly There is no need to open her mouth, but Meiya has already had a layer of cold sweat on her body. For the first time, Meiya was taut and did not dare to relax, so she sat upright. She absolutely did not dare to take a sip of natural tea, but watched Zhong Mingwei drink more than half of the cup.

"How about this tea?" Zhong Zhiheng suddenly came out with a sentence, which naturally asked Zhong Mingwei.

"Back to the father's words, tea is very good," Zhong Mingwei put down the tea bowl, looking at Zhong Zhiheng, and said in a slow voice, "it should be tea before the Ming Dynasty, which is fragrant, fresh and fragrant

In the past, Zhong Mingwei never dared to talk with Zhong Zhiheng in such a calm way. In the past, when he was alone with Zhong Zhiheng, he was not afraid to be cautious, for fear of saying a wrong word, which made Long Yan angry. But now he seems to have changed his personality. Maybe because of different mentality, he doesn't need to ask for things from Zhong Zhiheng, so he is also cautious No longer so afraid, or perhaps it is because Zhong Zhiheng has already finished his old ways.

Yes, Zhong Zhiheng is very old. His gray hair, wrinkled face and yellow eyes all show his aging. In fact, two months ago, Zhong Zhiheng was not like this. But since he fainted in the imperial study and woke up, Zhong Zhiheng began to age rapidly. Qin law was so anxious that his hair was whiter than Zhong Zhiheng's More and faster, three times a day to the Royal study to send soup medicine, Zhong Zhiheng drank for two days and didn't drink, he always thought he was a fear of aging, but when it really began to age, he didn't feel much afraid, but still feel very calm.

After a long silence, Zhong Zhiheng said, "what kind of tea do you drink in ningguta?"

Now Zhong Mingwei was stunned. He didn't expect that Zhong Zhiheng could ask such a question. For a while, Meiya couldn't answer it. Meiya was worried about pushing Zhong Mingwei. However, there was another two feet of space between the two people. Meiya was worried about Zhong Zhiheng's anger, so she said: "if you go back to the Lord, the prince would like to drink Molly in spring and summer Flowers, in autumn and winter, mostly drink barley tea fried by my concubines. "

"Barley tea?" Zhong Zhiheng's eyes fell on Meiya. "How did you stir fry it?"

Meiya was just in a hurry to answer for Zhong Mingwei. At this time, she looked at Zhong Zhiheng and asked about herself. She was too scared to make a sound. She turned her head to Zhong Mingwei, who was already crying.

"It's just the country's poor food. It's not worth mentioning," said Zhong Mingwei, speaking to Zhong Zhiheng in a deep voice. "Father, if there is nothing else, the officials there will go to worship the Empress Dowager first."

"All right." Zhong Zhiheng nodded.

"Yes, my son is leaving." Now, Zhong Mingwei and Meiya get up and bow down.

Zhong Zhiheng looked at Zhong Mingwei's limping leg, his lips trembled, as if he had something to say, but he didn't say a word until Zhong Mingwei and Meiya retreated.

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"Did I lose face just now?" Until walking down the steps and watching no one around, Meiya said to Zhong Mingwei in frustration.

"Why?" Zhong Mingwei couldn't help laughing. He reached out and straightened Meiya's white double embroidered palace clothes. For the first time, Meiya was not comfortable in such luxurious clothes. "You are much better than I used to be. In front of the father, I dare not breathe."