The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 839: What kind of tea did you drink in Ninggu Pagoda

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At that moment, Zhao Ruhai moved the embroidered pillar in for the two of them. Zhong Mingwei and Meiya sat down. Zhao Ruhai served tea to the two of them, and then the room became quiet. Maybe it was quiet for too long, so that no one could notice Knowing how to speak, Zhong Zhiheng sat in the upper position, holding a tea bowl and lowering his head to gather the tea. Zhong Ming'e also sat so quietly and gathered the tea so slowly. He had no intention of speaking, but Meiya A layer of cold sweat broke out on her body. It was the first time she met the Holy Spirit. She was tensed and didn't dare to relax. She just sat upright. Naturally, she would never dare to take a sip of tea. However, looking at Zhong Mingwei, she was already I drank more than half the cup with great taste.

"How is this tea?" Zhong Zhiheng suddenly asked, and naturally he asked Zhong Mingwei.

"Returning to my 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, with 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 be very cautious, fearing that he would say the wrong word and make Long Yan angry, but now he seems to be He has changed as a person, maybe because his mentality is different and he no longer needs to ask for things from Zhong Zhiheng, so he is no longer so afraid, or maybe because Zhong Zhiheng has become old.

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

After another long silence, Zhong Zhiheng spoke again: "What kind of tea did you drink in Ninggu Pagoda?"

Zhong Mingwei was stunned at this time. He really didn't expect that Zhong Zhiheng would ask such a question, and he couldn't answer for a while. Meiya looked on anxiously and wanted to push Zhong Mingwei, but it happened between the two of them. There was still a gap of two feet wide. Meiya was worried that Zhong Zhiheng would be angry, so she said bravely: "As far as I'm concerned, the prince likes to drink jasmine in spring and summer, and in autumn and winter, he mostly drinks barley tea cooked by my concubine."

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

Meiya was anxious and answered for Zhong Mingwei just now. When she saw Zhong Zhiheng questioning her again, she was so frightened that she didn’t dare to say anything. She quickly turned to look at Zhong Mingwei, with an expression on her face that she was about to cry. .

"It's just a simple meal in the countryside, not worth mentioning," Zhong Mingwei said, while speaking to Zhong Zhiheng in a deep voice, "Father, if there is nothing else, I will go to pay homage to the Queen Mother first."

"That's fine." Zhong Zhiheng nodded.

"Yes, I'll take my leave." At that moment, Zhong Mingwei and Meiya stood up, bowed and left.

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

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"Am I particularly embarrassed just now?" Meiya said to Zhong Mingwei in frustration 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 hand to straighten the moon-white double-embroidered double-breasted palace dress on Meiya. It was the first time she wore such luxurious clothes, and Meiya felt a little uncomfortable in her movements, "You are better than I was much stronger before. In the past, I didn’t even dare to breathe in front of my father.”