Wishing You Eternal Happiness Chapter 343: : Isn’t this my real brother?

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Song Mingzhao paid attention to the fire, and when the cup was boiling, he took the tea and put it into the cup. "I'm worried that you will waste this rare good thing."

Even though she is as gentle as Song Wanhui, she can't help but feel angry, "I also learned tea art since I was a child, how could I waste a good thing?!"

Song Mingzhao played with the charcoal fire from time to time but did not speak to him.

This stick can't beat a sullen virtue, which made Song Wanhui angrier the more she thought about it, "We are all brothers, how could there be such a big difference? My cousin will not only guide Yaoyao in her calligraphy practice, schoolwork, He also made incense fans and harps for Yaoyao. On Yaoyao's tenth birthday, he also gave Yaoyao a peach blossom jelly stone seal. Miss Yu said that it was something that Cousin Zhou spent a lot of time in person. The sculpture is so beautiful that even her father was full of praise when he saw it..."

Song Mingzhao's breathing slowed down, and he interrupted her, "Is he the cousin from Youzhou in the Yu family? The only son in charge of the Qian family in Youzhou?"

Song Wanhui was stunned again, but she didn’t expect her eldest brother to be interested in Cousin Zhou’s affairs. “Well, that’s him.”

Seeing the cup of tea rolling up and down, the charcoal fire in the Song and Ming Zhao furnaces was turned on, "What is it called?"

Song Wanhui replied subconsciously, "It seems to be called Zhou Linghuai!"

"He has a good relationship with Miss Yu Mansion?" The tea was already hot. Song Mingzhao took the tea cup, scooped a cup of tea, and poured it into the tea cup.

After leaving it for a moment, he picked up the tea cup, brought it to his nose and gently smelled it. A faint smile appeared on his indifferent lips.

Obviously very satisfied with the tea he made.

Song Wanhui was so angry that she didn't want to speak anymore when she saw that he was only focusing on herself.

Sure enough!

Isn’t this my real brother?

Song Mingzhao took a sip of the light tea. The bamboo fragrance revealed a hint of sweetness, which complemented the bitterness of the medicine in the tea. There was a hint of astringency and bitterness in the mouth, and it was sweet and mellow when it entered the throat. It felt sweet and mellow when it entered the stomach. After five days of fragrance, the soul of the tea enters the orifice, and I feel that the taste is sweet and lingering.

Song Mingzhao glanced at his sister, "Why don't you say anything?"

Song Wanhui said while sipping tea, "Yaoyao is very close to this cousin. I never leave my cousin. And her cousin is also a powerful person. I heard that he is not only a genius, but also a genius." He is good at piano, chess, calligraphy, and painting. There are many calligraphy and paintings of Zhou’s cousin hanging in Yaoyao’s house? In one sentence, he is superb, but it’s a pity that his legs are broken..."

Song Mingzhao's breathing was light and stagnant.

Then I thought of the scene where the eldest lady of the Yu family stood under the Bodhi tree and made a wish on the eighth day of April.

Can’t help but guess? What wish did Miss Yu make at that time?

Is it related to her cousin Zhou?

Song Mingzhao felt that he was thinking too much, so he changed the topic, "The tea used to make tea is the herbal tea given to you by Miss Yu?"

Song Wanhui nodded, "Yaoyao took the bamboo dew and made her own medicinal tea. Cooking the tea with bamboo dew, it will have a different taste? Isn't it good?"

Song Mingzhao said "hmm".

Song Wanhui looked at such a big yard and suggested, "Brother, why not plant a piece of light bamboo in your Jiuzhaoxuan, so that every year when it rains during the Dragon Boat Festival, you can also dig out the bamboo to get drains and make tea and boil water."

Song Mingzhao looked at the precious flowers and trees in the courtyard and shoveled them without feeling a pity.

Song Wanhui knew that her plan failed when she didn't hear her elder brother's answer.

Her brother has been living in poverty since he was a child.

I’m afraid he’s not his biological brother!

While she was thinking wildly, Song Wanhui heard her indifferent eldest brother say, "Qintian Monitoring has determined that the weather will be fine tomorrow. The dragon boat race in the moat will continue as usual. You can invite Miss Yu to watch it together."

Song Wanhui was stunned for a moment and then came to her senses.

It is indeed difficult for the old, weak, sick and disabled people in the main house of Yu Mansion to go out. The previous flower party in Changxing Hou has already caused a lot of trouble to the second house. It is hard for Yaoyao to go out with the second house again.

This rare Dragon Boat Festival race will probably never happen again.

It would be logical if she posted a message to Yaoyao and invited Yaoyao to watch the dragon boat race together.

Since when has Big Brother ever cared about this kind of thing?

After thinking about it again, I felt that I had thought too much. My eldest brother often took the medicinal tea made by Yaoyao from her. With his temperament, it seemed not surprising that he would make such a suggestion.

Song Mingzhao turned around and told the boy beside him, "Shovel the flowers and trees on the hill to the south and plant light bamboo instead."

In the early years, it was popular in Beijing to divert mountains and water to hospitals.

For his Jiuzhaoxuan, he filled in a hillside and planted many precious flowers and trees. I thought it was good in the past, but now I feel that planting bamboo seems more elegant.

He raised his eyes and saw a bamboo forest in a trance. There was a vague figure, wearing a pink suit, directing his men to cut bamboo and extract water.

Song Mingzhao suddenly felt dizzy. He shook his head vigorously and looked there——

The trance-like scenes disappeared, but in my ears I could vaguely hear Yan's cooing voice, "Song Mingzhao, can I make tea with bamboo juice for you..."

The sounds are in my ears and the words are in my heart, but they are not real at all.

Song Mingzhao's heart palpitated so much that he suddenly clutched his chest and gasped uncontrollably.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?" Seeing that something was wrong with him, Song Wanhui hurriedly stepped forward and helped him sit down. She saw that his face was extremely pale, with a hint of gray, and he looked haggard.

"It's okay, I'm just a little tired." Song Mingzhao took a breath, picked up the tea tremblingly, brought it to his lips and drank a few sips. Slowly, the throbbing of his heart calmed down, and his complexion returned. Business as usual.

Song Wanhui was a little worried, "Should I change my mother's attitude and ask the imperial doctor to come and take a look?"

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The expression on the eldest brother's face just now was really terrible, and it actually showed a deathly morbidity, as if the person was not dead, but his heart was already on the verge of death.

She was really indescribable and always felt uneasy.

Song Mingzhao shook his head, "I still have something to do in the study, so I'll leave first."

Before Song Wanhui could answer~IndoMTL.com~, he had already stood up and strode out of the Octagonal Pavilion.

Song Wanhui felt relieved when she saw that he was walking like a dragon and a tiger, and it really didn't look like anything was wrong.

Back in the study, Song Mingzhao sat in front of the desk in a daze. The blurry picture in his trance just now made his heart ache for some reason.

He spread the rice paper, lifted it, closed his eyes, and opened it after a while, and a bamboo leaf was drawn under him...

In the Yu Mansion, Yu Youyao accepted Song Wanhui's gift. She was very happy when she saw that it was a very delicate sachet. After playing with it for a while, she asked Chunxiao to collect it carefully.

Then, he and his cousin sat in a pavilion near Xiaoxiang Forest to make tea.

Yu Youyao held the fragrant cheeks in both hands and watched her cousin grind the tea into powder. Holding the pot alone, she poured the boiling water from top to bottom, sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes urgently, sometimes slowly, sometimes fast, sometimes slowly, and poured into the pot containing the tea powder. Inside the cup. .

When tea and water meet, the soup pattern and water veins suddenly change into various patterns, including mountains, rivers, flowers, birds, insects, fish and animals, just like a series of ink paintings.

Dear, this chapter is finished, I wish you a happy reading! ^0^