"Your Majesty, Queen, here comes the hot tea." Luzhu hurriedly walked over holding the tea tray, because there was no sound when walking on the felt.
Sima Zhong was concentrating on eating the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, looking at Yang Xianrong's smiling face, and even wanted to reach out and touch her little hand.
At this moment, being interrupted by Lu Zhu like this made me feel very unhappy.
"Your Majesty, please drink some hot tea." Yang Xianrong smiled, sat back, and asked Lu Zhu to pour tea for the Emperor. "There will be dried apricots later, which are also delicious. My maid went back to my natal family to get some more."
"Yeah." Sima Zhong would nod as long as there was something delicious.
Green Bamboo's technique is very skillful, and it seems that he has also practiced tea art.
"Fuliang tea?" Yang Xianrong asked.
"Back to the Queen, it's Fuliang tea." Luzhu had picked out some green buds and put them in a pottery bowl, and was about to pour boiling water.
"Made in Jiangxi?" Yang Xianrong asked again.
"Back to the Queen, this is the imperial wine offered by the Imperial College, Master Du, personally bought it from Fuliang, Jiangxi." Manager Zhang stood aside with a bow, "Both the late emperor and the emperor have been drinking this."
"Oh." Yang Xianrong glanced at the pottery bowl and said nothing.
Zhang Du stretched out his hand to feel the temperature of the pottery bowl, and then said to Sima Zhong: "Your Majesty, it's a little hot. You need to blow it to cool it before you can drink it."
"You brag." Sima Zhong was still busy eating sweet-scented osmanthus cake.
Zhang Du gently blew away the floating tea foam in the pottery bowl, and then shook the tea to cool it down quickly.
When Sima Zhong was eating the last piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, he handed it over, just in time.
Yang Xianrong couldn't help but admire in his heart.
However, Zhang Du miscalculated the next second.
Because after Sima Zhong took a sip of hot tea, he spurted out all the tea, and even threw the pottery bowl, which just hit Lu Zhu's forehead. The force was so strong that her blood immediately flowed down her cheeks. , it seems that the injury is not serious.
But at this moment, the slave cannot hide, cannot cover the wound, and can only crawl on his knees and admit his mistake.
"Your Majesty, what's wrong?" Zhang Du was also sprayed with hot tea, but he didn't dare to wipe it away, so he could only kneel down and ask Sima Zhong.
"Do you want to torture me to death?" Sima Zhong was really angry and banged the table directly, "You are all bullying me!"
Yang Xianrong had already taken several steps back and knelt aside without making a sound.
"Your Majesty, this is the Fuliang tea you just drank at Concubine Li's. It is exactly the same." Zhang Du explained.
"Nonsense! This is obviously very painful!" Sima Zhong was very angry. He stood up and kicked Luzhu vigorously. This force was greater than the one that kicked Cui Xi just now, and everyone in the palace could hear the sound of a bone breaking somewhere in Lu Zhu's body.
"Your Majesty, have mercy on me." She still endured the pain and struggled to kneel down.
"Your Majesty." Zhang Du grabbed Sima Zhong's clothes, "Don't be angry, it's just a cup of tea."
"Humph, it's just a cup of tea? This is obviously going to kill me!" Sima Zhongke didn't care about that and shouted loudly: "Drag her out and beat her to death with sticks!"
"No! No!" Lu Zhu was really scared this time and shouted urgently, "Manager Zhang, no!"
"Why not?" Sima Zhong leaned over and looked at her, "Do you think I'm a fool when you make tea?"
"Your Majesty, please spare my life!" Lu Zhu heard this and his whole body was shaking like chaff.
"Hit!" Sima Zhong roared again. Even if Zhang Du continued to protect Lu Zhu, a severe beating at this time would be inevitable.
Yang Xianrong knelt aside and remained silent, reaching out to help Cui Xi, who was barely able to get up.
The corners of her mouth were still bloodshot, but she shook her head gently at Yang Xianrong, indicating that she was fine.
Sima Lun and the others didn't say anything, watching Sima Zhong lose his temper so casually.
He must have gotten used to his appearance, so he wasn't surprised by it.
Zhang Du waved his hand outside, and two strong eunuchs dragged the green bamboo out regardless, then held it down in the courtyard of Tianyuan Hall and started beating it.
Lu Zhu's screams were terrifying, but there was a smile on Sima Zhong's face.
The Yang family brothers couldn't help but look at each other and stopped talking in low voices.
After fighting for a while, Luzhu's voice became fainter.
Zhang Du opened his mouth, but looked at Sima Zhong's look and didn't say anything.
However, Yang Xianrong stood up, picked up the pottery bowl that Sima Zhong threw on the felt carpet, and put it back on the table.
He rinsed the pottery bowl again with hot water from the kettle, then picked a few green tea buds, poured hot water into it, and then said, "Your Majesty, drink this."
"Don't drink! It must be bitter." Sima Zhong was still angry.
"Try it, it's really not bitter." Yang Xianrong looked at him, "How about I take a sip first? And then you drink it?"
Her tone of voice was a bit like coaxing a baby, and Sima Lun couldn't help but look at her twice. "Queen, please pour me a drink."
"Okay." Logically speaking, Sima Lun's approach was overstepping the mark. He actually ordered the queen of Jin Dynasty to pour tea.
Not only was Yang Xianrong not angry, he also smiled and asked Zhang Liang to find a clean pottery bowl. After rinsing it, he poured hot tea for Sima Lun, Sun Xiu, Sun Qi and his father Yang Xuanzhi.
"Your Majesty, cousin, grandfather, father, this cup of tea is for you Rong'er. I didn't have time to toast you just now, so now I'll take tea instead of wine."
"This kid is really thoughtful." Sun Xiu smiled first, and then Sun Qi, the authentic grandfather, followed suit. Yang Xuanzhi showed no expression and just looked at his daughter.
"That day at the ancestral home of the Yang family in Taishan County, I felt that this daughter of the Yang family was not only beautiful, but also very discerning." Sima Lun picked up the pottery bowl and took a sip, ignoring Sima Zhong. Still standing aside. "It's really fragrant and delicious."
When the others saw Sima Lun drinking, they all took a sip and nodded.
Sima Zhong also took a sip, then poured all the tea into his mouth, and became very happy again, "The queen's tea is really delicious. The osmanthus cake is also delicious. They are all very good."
"Your Majesty, would you like another bowl?" Yang Xianrong touched the hot water bottle, "But there is no hot water. We have to wait to drink it."
"It's okay, I won't drink anymore. I'm already full." Sima Zhong even burped, "I'm going back to Concubine Li's place to take a nap."
"Your Majesty." Manager Zhang reminded in a low voice, "Today is the Queen's homecoming banquet."
"Oh, you didn't just drink and eat, is that okay?" Sima Zhong scratched his hair, then his arms and thighs.
"Can you ask if Marquis Xingjin has eaten well?" Manager Zhang whispered again.
"I think he's doing well. I also drank tea." Sima Zhong looked at Yang Xuanzhi, who immediately bowed to indicate.
"You can ask about Feng Luan again." Manager Zhang's forehead was already sweating.
Sima Zhong scratched his face again, "Oh yes, Feng Luan is on fire, right? Someone set the fire? Who wants to kill my queen?"
The words were serious again, and everyone knelt down again.
Sima Lun and Sun Xiu and Sun Qi were both very young, so it was quite laborious to kneel down again.
However, Sima Zhong was the emperor of the Jin Dynasty, so he still had to kneel down when it came to the big event of Fengluan catching fire.
Yang Xianrong did not kneel, but sat aside, stroking the edge of the small pottery bowl. Looking at these people, including his father and brother, there was some incomprehensible light in his eyes.
Yang Xuanzhi's eyes were focused on his daughter, watching her every move, every frown and smile, and suddenly his heart moved. The action of rubbing the edge of the bowl was very similar to the old lady Xiahou sitting in the ancestral house and analyzing the government affairs with him. The appearance of time, bit by bit, section by section, layer by layer, peeling off the cocoon, is shocking.
