Duan Wenjun came to the capital with Chai Jingyun.
Therefore, when Chai Jingyun was in a hurry to enter Beijing, Duan Wenjun subconsciously prepared to follow him.
However, when he came to the courtyard and was about to greet everyone, he was stopped by Mrs. Yinhua again.
"Second Young Master has state affairs that cannot be delayed. I wonder why Young Master Duan is in such a hurry to leave?" Mrs. Yinhua said with a smile on her face.
"Second Young Master and I have been traveling together all the way." Duan Wenjun was a little confused. "Since Second Young Master is in a hurry to enter the city, I will naturally follow him."
"When the slave family and Master Duan met for the first time, they felt that they were destined to be together." Mrs. Yinhua looked at Duan Wenjun and smiled again, "I wonder if Master Duan is willing to stay a little longer, so that the slave family can ask Master Duan for advice on tea ceremony?"
Seeing Duan Wenjun's puzzled face, she continued, "After I went back to the slave house just now, I carefully considered what Mr. Duan said. There are still some things I don't understand about how to improve the osmanthus tea, so I asked Mr. Duan to give me some advice. "
The words have all come to this.
It seemed that Duan Wenjun could not tolerate not agreeing.
When she just arrived at Guiyuan, Mrs. Yinhua exempted everyone from paying for tea just because Chai Jingyun introduced her to her.
This can be considered as a favor that he already owes her.
Although, Duan Wenjun is almost certain that Mrs. Yinhua may not want to keep him just because she wants to discuss the making of osmanthus tea...
After all, the process of making tea does not happen overnight.
No matter how accomplished Mrs. Yinghua is in the tea ceremony, and even if she has really thought about this craft just now, it is impossible for her to receive such an invitation without trying.
If she came to him two or three days later to discuss the tea ceremony and the method of making tea, Duan Wenjun might find it credible.
However, at this moment, she didn't believe it.
Just when he was confused, Chai Jingyun on the side said, "Wenjun, since Madam has such intentions, what if you stay a little longer?"
Seeing that Duan Wenjun was about to speak, he continued, "I am entering the palace this time, and I'm afraid I won't be able to come out for a short time. Why don't you rest here for a while, how about we meet again later?"
As soon as Chai Jingyun's words came out, the smile on Mrs. Yinhua's face became even wider, and her eyes became even more intense.
Duan Wenjun was a little hesitant.
He has always felt that this Mrs. Yinghua is not simple, and she may have other agendas.
"Mr. Duan, Mrs. Yinhua is a celebrity in our Kyoto." However, at this moment, Guan Xing also echoed, "Being able to gain Madam's favor and discuss the tea ceremony together is an opportunity that many people can only meet. .”
After saying that, he had a thick evil smile on his face and secretly glanced at Duan Wenjun.
One is a look that a man should understand.
"Yes! Wenjun, when you first arrive in the capital, it would be good to get closer to my wife." Chai Jingyun patted Duan Wenjun on the shoulder, then leaned into his ear, "Brother, you have to seize the opportunity for such a beauty. ! There will definitely be a different feeling!”
After saying that, he took Guan Xing and left directly without giving Duan Wenjun a chance to explain.
The meaning behind what these two people just said is naturally self-evident.
Watching them lead the people away, Mrs. Yinhua looked at Duan Wenjun with a springy expression, and her face turned crimson.
Duan Wenjun already felt that the eyes of the people around him seemed a little strange.
"Mr. Duan, shall we continue the internal conversation?" Mrs. Yinhua smiled as before. After watching Chai Jingyun and his entourage leave, she turned to Duan Wenjun and said.
Duan Wenjun felt that he had no other choice at this moment, so he could only nodded and said, "Okay!"
Mrs. Yinhua still led him to the private room at the back.
However, this time when Mo Shoucheng followed, she stopped her and said, "Master Mo, please stay!"
This move was somewhat unexpected to Duan Wenjun and Mo Shoucheng.
I have to say that Mrs. Yinhua is indeed a beautiful woman.
In particular, the smile that never disappears on her face gives people a bone-eroding charm unique to mature women, which is irresistible.
It's a pity that even if she stood in front of him charmingly, it seemed to be of no use in the face of Yu Jianmen's ruthless Jian Mo Shoucheng.
Mo Shoucheng was injured because of love, and became a swordsman because of love. Naturally, it is not something ordinary people can impress his heart.
Of course, Yun Batian was an accident.
"Madam, I promised the master that I will follow you closely..." Mo Shoucheng looked displeased and stared at Mrs. Yinhua coldly.
He seemed to have guessed that this woman might not have good intentions.
"Is it possible that Master Mo is still worried that I will eat Mr. Duan?" Mrs. Yinhua giggled. "With the skill of Master Mo, I can see that the Nu family is an ordinary person without the slightest cultivation level." . Even if you want to eat it, it’s only right that Young Master Duan eats it!”
As she spoke, she kept looking at Duan Wenjun.
Mo Shoucheng seemed a little embarrassed.
Of course, it was not only him who was embarrassed, but also Duan Wenjun, the person involved.
Duan Wenjun glanced at Mo Shoucheng, who nodded tacitly.
He understood that Duan Wenjun was asking him if Mrs. Yinhua was really an ordinary person.
Obviously, as she said, she really has no martial arts skills.
She is just an ordinary, ordinary woman.
"Master Mo, it's not that the slave family doesn't believe you." At this moment, Mrs. Yinhua's words rang out again, "It's just that the slave family's method of making osmanthus tea is indeed somewhat special..."
"Old Mo, don't worry, it's okay!" Duan Wenjun interrupted Mrs. Yinhua and nodded towards Mo Shoucheng.
In fact, he has always been curious about what kind of medicine is sold in Mrs. Yinhua's gourd.
"If Master Mo is worried, you can just wait at the door!" Seeing Duan Wenjun relent, Mrs. Yinhua seemed to be relieved.
However, she immediately returned to normal, showed such charm, hugged Duan Wenjun's arm, and hugged him into the private room.
When she entered the room, she didn't forget to give Mo Shoucheng a "you know" look.
Being carried into the private room by Mrs. Yinghua at such a close distance, Duan Wenjun could clearly smell the faint fragrance of osmanthus emanating from her body.
In particular, she hugged Duan Wenjun's arm and deliberately pressed her body close to him.
The skirt on her body could not hide the snow-white spring color on her chest, which was shaking constantly with her footsteps.
Duan Wenjun is a man.
A perfectly normal man.
Even if he could avoid the beautiful scenery in front of him, from the corner of his eye, he would always inadvertently...
Sometimes, the more people avoid something, the easier it is for them to lose control.
Moreover, it is easy to be seen as embarrassed.
Obviously, Mrs. Yinhua has already felt Duan Wenjun's gaze.
While Mrs. Yinhua closed the door, Duan Wenjun hurriedly pulled his arm out of her arms and took several steps away.
Mrs. Yinhua bolted the door, and the smile on her face became even bigger, "Could it be that Mr. Duan is really worried that the slave family will eat you?"
