Just after finishing the song, Yunhe also came back. He looked around and didn't see that cold figure, so he couldn't help but become confused.
"How long will this take!" Dongfang Yu's muffled voice suddenly sounded, and at the same time he turned back to look at Yun He with some irritation.
After being slightly startled, Yunhe smiled reassuringly, "It's almost time! If the emperor is bored, maybe he can try to taste the tea here."
"Don't drink!" He rejected Yunhe's proposal without mercy, Dongfang Yu's face hidden under the silk cloth flashed with impatience, "What's so good about tea!"
"Wei Chen has tasted it, and the tea here is indeed different, and... and I heard that the owner of this teahouse is the eldest lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion!"
Several people who could have heard the conversation between the two had very different expressions when they heard that the teahouse belonged to Guli.
Si Junyan had a look of understanding on his face, and his expression on drinking tea was becoming more and more enjoyable. Ling Yixing, who had picked up the tea cup and was about to drink it, couldn't help but stop in mid-air after hearing this.
"It's that woman!" Si Mobai suddenly put down the tea cup, secretly regretting that he had just drank a lot of tea.
Dongfang Yu didn't show any excitement because of Yun He's words, but he also started to drink tea, one cup after another.
Just when several people were thinking about knowing that this was Guli's teahouse, a low and melodious flute sound gradually came.
The melody is not upbeat and not as high-spirited as the upbeat songs, but it still makes people feel relaxed and happy.
In such a silent late night, such delicious tea and the crisp and elegant sound of the flute can't help but bring people into an artistic conception.
"Yun Xiang, I wonder who is performing this time?" Si Junyan raised his head, stared at the still empty stage, and asked involuntarily. When he first heard the sound of the flute, he felt that it was very familiar, but he could not remember who had played it before.
So good.
Even Ling Yixing couldn't help but look at Yunhe after hearing Si Junyan's question. He rarely played the flute, but he could achieve the scene, but he couldn't produce such a natural feeling. So he also wanted to know, this
When did Tianqi come to such a talented person?
The sound of a curtain being torn apart suddenly sounded from above, and everyone looked over in surprise.