Chapter 837 What Kind of Tea Do You Drink in Ninggu Pagoda

At that moment, Zhao Ruhai moved the Xiudun for the two of them in, Zhong Mingwei and Meiya sat down, Zhao Ruhai served tea for the two of them again, and then the room became quiet, maybe it was so long that no one knew what to do. Opening his mouth, Zhong Zhiheng was sitting upright, holding a tea bowl, cupping the tea with his head down, Zhong Ming'e was also sitting so quietly, and cupping the tea so slowly, he didn't even intend to speak, but Meiya had already appeared. A layer of cold sweat broke out, and the first time she met the saint, she was tense, and she didn't dare to relax, she just sat so straight, and naturally she never dared to take a sip of tea, but watching Zhong Mingwei already had a good time I drank more than half a glass.

"How about this tea?" Zhong Zhiheng suddenly asked, which was naturally for Zhong Mingwei.

"Father, the tea is very good," Zhong Mingwei put down the tea bowl, looked at Zhong Zhiheng, and said slowly, "It should be Mingqian tea, rich and fresh, leaving a fragrance on the lips and teeth."

In the past, Zhong Mingwei would never have dared to talk to Zhong Zhiheng so calmly. In the past, whenever he was alone with Zhong Zhiheng, he would have been wary and cautious, for fear of saying a wrong word and angering Long Yan, but now he seems to have changed. Personally, maybe it's because of a different mentality, and there is no need to ask for things from Zhong Zhiheng, so he is no longer so afraid, or maybe it's because Zhong Zhiheng has shown his old age.

Yes, Zhong Zhiheng is much older. His gray and white hair, wrinkled face, and sallow eyes all show his aging. In fact, Zhong Zhiheng was not like this two months ago, but Ever since he fainted and woke up in the imperial study that day, Zhong Zhiheng began to age rapidly. Qin Lv was so anxious that his hair became whiter and faster than Zhong Zhiheng's. He sent soup and medicine to the imperial study three times a day, Zhong Zhiheng stopped drinking after two days. He always thought that he was afraid of aging, but when he really started to age, he didn't feel so scared, but felt very calm.

After being speechless for a while, Zhong Zhiheng said again: "What kind of tea do you drink in Ninggu Pagoda?"

Now Zhong Mingwei was stunned, he really didn't expect Zhong Zhiheng to ask such a question, he couldn't answer for a while, Meiya watched anxiously from the side, and wanted to push Zhong Mingwei deliberately, but there was a conflict between the two of them. In the two-foot-wide space, Meiya was worried that Zhong Zhiheng would be angry, so she bit her bullet right away and said: "As far as Lord Long Live, the county king likes to drink jasmine flowers in spring and summer, but in autumn and winter, most of them drink barley tea made by his concubines."

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

Meiya was anxious to answer for Zhong Mingwei just now, but seeing Zhong Zhiheng questioning herself again, she was too frightened to make a sound, and quickly turned to look at Zhong Mingwei, with the expression on her face that she was about to cry.

"It's just a simple meal in the countryside, so it's not worth mentioning," Zhong Mingwei said, and said to Zhong Zhiheng in a deep voice, "Father, if there is nothing else, the minister there will go to worship the Queen Mother first."

"Alright." Zhong Zhiheng nodded.

"Yes, my son will leave." At that moment, Zhong Mingwei and Meiya got up, bowed and left.

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

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"Did I feel ashamed just now?" Meiya asked Zhong Mingwei discouragedly until she walked down the steps and saw no one around.

"How could it be?" Zhong Mingwei couldn't help laughing, and stretched out his hands to straighten Meiya's moon white double-embroidered double-breasted palace dress. It was the first time she wore such luxurious clothes, and Meiya felt a little uncomfortable with her gestures, "You are better than me before." Too much, in the past, I didn't even dare to breathe in front of my father."