Qiao Xinyu finally knew why Liu Yuerong was always so angry that she jumped into pieces by Xue Qingyin.

Just then, someone came to deliver food.

Qiao Xinyu had no choice but to shut up.

By the evening, the Meng king came.

"Everyone goes out." The Meng clan king swept over them and his eyes remained on Qiao Xinyu's face for a long time.

Qiao Xinyu felt nervous and felt uncomfortable waiting outside the door.

Will the Meng clan king do evil?

Inside the door.

In fact, the Meng king said with concern: "Can you be happy today?"

Xue Qingyin nodded.

"Then between you and me..."

Xue Qingyin knows that it’s good.

She was not anxious or anxious: "Since the king yearns for the prosperity of the Central Plains, I wonder if he has tasted the tea from the Central Plains? Tea can cultivate oneself, calm down, and understand the nature of the mind..."

"The Liang Dynasty and the Meng tribe were not in communication with each other, so only the private merchants smuggled some to the Meng tribe. The smell was quiet and bitter..." The Meng tribe king closed his eyes slightly, revealing his aftertaste.

Xue Qingyin asked, "Do you know the tea ceremony?"

"Tea ceremony? I don't know."

"Swords have swords, and tea naturally has tea ceremony. There is a special cooking method, and a ritual is indispensable. Only then can a pot of tea be produced. This is the way that everyone cannot be proficient in." Xue Qingyin said nonsense,

The thing is held high first.

The Meng clan king liked these complex Liang Dynasty cultures.

In his opinion, they were all symbols of the prosperity and culture of the Liang Dynasty.

He looked happy: "You mean..."

"I will make you a pot of tea with my own hands."

The Meng clan king was immediately very happy.

His relationship with her has also taken a step further.

"It's just that there are tea sets and other items in the mansion..." Xue Qingyin frowned.

"I'll order someone to buy it."

"You must be clear about the instructions and have a complete variety."

"Okay." The King of Meng responded, feeling that the Liang Dynasty's tea was not simple, so he wanted to drink the authentic tea more urgently.

After a while, someone took the order.

Qiao Xinyu was outside watching the door open and then close, and then close and then open.

The Meng people seemed to have entered with some tea sets.

Are they...just eating tea inside?

Qiao Xinyu was stunned for a moment, and she felt outrageous no matter how she thought about it.

And the stove and pot were quickly set up here...

Xue Qingyin bakes tea cakes first.

It's a little burnt.

It's okay. You can't die if you eat it.

Then I will give it to the Meng King to crush it. Alas, she is so delicate that she has no choice.

After grinding the tea leaves, throw them into the pot with your backhand, then throw them away salt, followed by ginger, star anise, pepper, green onion, orange peel, cornus, dogwood...

They all come together, all of them are hated by Xue Qingyin.

The Meng clan king felt a little confused when he saw it, but when he thought about the writing in the book, it seemed so complicated...

Most of the nobles of the Liang Dynasty liked this.

"This is two boils."

"This is three boils."

"Okay, the tea soup is done."

After Xue Qingyin finished speaking, she poured the yellow and green tea soup in the pot into the green cups.

That cup was just bought.

The tea is cooked under the eyes of the Meng clan king.

He put together a bunch of people, which significantly reduced the wariness of the Meng clan king. He did not hesitate, and brought it over, lowered his head and gently blew the tea soup to avoid burning his mouth.

The tea powder and the strange puffs were blown, revealing some tea water underneath, which was set off by the green cup, and it also felt a bit beautiful.

The Meng clan king felt a sensation and lowered his head to drink.

“…”

"how?"

“…”

“I can’t cook well?”

“…”

Xue Qingyin frowned, showing a look of self-doubt: "But it has always been like this... Oh, I know, it's probably because the king is not used to the taste of the nobles of the Liang Dynasty."

Doesn’t drinking aristocratic flavor mean admitting that you are still the native leader of the “country”?

There is a proverb in the Liang Dynasty, "A mountain pig cannot eat fine bran."

The Meng clan king doesn’t want to be a mountain pig.

"I'm used to drinking." His face squeezed out his voice as if it were dish-like.

Xue Qingyin nodded and breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."

The Meng clan king suddenly remembered and asked, "Have you cooked tea for King Xuan like this?"

Xue Qingyin frowned and shook her head: "No, you only tasted it."

What did she do if she poisoned her husband?

The Meng clan king thought that it was the only one, so he took two big sips in front of her.

Who knew that the top was so muddy that the heat at the bottom had not yet dissipated, and the tongue was burning.

The Meng clan king suddenly felt restless and did not stay much. He asked the slaves behind him to bring the pot of tea and said, "I would like to ask the ministers to taste such a rare thing."

Xue Qingyin smiled and said, "You are indeed a good king."

But that's great!

Soon Qiao Xinyu saw the Meng clan king coming out.

His figure is getting farther and farther away.

Qiao Xinyu breathed a sigh of relief and hurried back to the room.

"You..." It's nothing?

Before Qiao Xinyu could say anything, she saw Xue Qingyin throwing into her arms.

Her head was buried tightly in front of her chest.

Qiao Xinyu felt suffocated.

Is this... bullied?

Xue Qingyin: "Hahahahahaha!"

Suffocating her to death.

Qiao Xinyu: “…?”

The next two days.

Qiao Xinyu fully realized how Xue Qingyin lived in the Meng Clan enemy camp...

It was a trance to her.

For a moment I didn't know where I was.

Another evening.

The Meng clan king came to see Xue Qingyin.

The door was tightly closed, but Qiao Xinyu was no longer as nervous as before when she stood outside.
To be continued...