Several domestic slaves immediately came forward with fragrant flower tea, placed it in front of Mo Xue, and placed some desserts and tea fruits.
As I took a sip, I heard a cheerful voice: "Look at the right time, I have flower tea."
A familiar voice appeared behind Mo Xue. Without looking back, I knew that Qian Wanyue was coming to drink flower tea again.
Since she drank flower tea once with her, Qian Wanyue has liked to come to Mo Xue to talk to her, but the most important thing is to drink flower tea.
Who said that the flower tea here is the most delicious. It is fragrant at the mouth, light and quiet, and it is really full of aftertaste.
"Young Master Yi is here too." Qian Wanyue greeted her and sat naturally beside Mo Xue, and handed over the flower tea in front of her extremely skillfully.
I couldn't wait to take a sip, my face full of satisfaction, and the corners of Mo Xue's mouth twitched a few times.
This Han family’s flower tea was specially studied in Korea for several months. She was already smart, and although she had only reached the master level in just two months.
The flower tea that ran out was even more unique, and of course it was different from the tea at this time.
Seeing Qian Wanyue's movements, Gongzi Yi brushed his sleeves elegantly and sat on the side gracefully, making him a tea tasting expert, and every movement was filled with an ancient charm.
However, he had to admit that the flower tea brewed by Mo Xue was really delicious.
Gradually, he also fell in love with this smell, like poppy, and was addicted.
"Mo Xue, the first round of lottery draws will be the first. You must be a little sharp-eyed." Qian Wanyue glanced at Mo Xue and then spoke.
"Sharp-eyed." Isn't it usually a matter of drawing lots like this?
"Sleeve color, cyan, yellow-color, white, four colors represent super strong, strong, low, and weak." Speaking of this, Qian Wanyue paused for a moment, took a breath and continued: "If you smoke, you
What color you reach, then you will face the enemy of what level.”
No wonder Mo Xue nodded and finally understood Qian Wanyue's words.
"I understand, thank you for Sister Wanyue's reminder." Mo Xue's words made Qian Wanyue's face darker and she pretended to be fierce: "If you are being polite to me, I will ignore you."
"Okay, OK, that's true." Mo Xue said, and after a pot of flower tea was about to come to an end, she couldn't help but shake her head, stood up and said, "Wait, I'm going to make a pot of flower tea."
Seeing that Mo Xue was going to make flower tea again, Qian Wanyue couldn't help but smile at the corners of her eyes as if she was crescent moon, and nodded repeatedly.
The air in the Piaohuayuan is particularly fresh and quiet everywhere. A large number of beautiful flowers bloom on the branches, layered.
Seeing Mo Xue not in a hurry to make flower tea, they walked to the tree and reached out to pick it quickly on the branches and leaves. Seeing Mo Xue's actions, the two couldn't help but raise their eyebrows.
Gongzi Yi approached her and asked in confusion: "You want to use this flower to make flower tea for us."
Mo Xue danced quickly on the branches and leaves with one hand. When Gongziyi walked over, she knew it and nodded: "I just wanted to make a pot of new tricks for you."
"New tricks." Young Master Yi couldn't help but repeat Mo Xue's words, his black hair was slightly raised by the breeze, and his smile was as bright as fireworks.
The petals are crystal clear and lightly smelled, and the faint fragrance spreads in the heart.
Mo Xue smiled and said, "I will never let you down. Is this my best?"
Gongzi Yi's eyes were bright: "Is that so? Where did you learn this skill? As far as I know, no one in the Fengyun Continent has ever made tea like this."
Mo Xue's originally thin lips stopped smiling.
I thought of the 20th century in my mind, and countless pictures circling in my mind, like flowing lights, finally frozen at the last moment of explosion.
Mo Xue paused her fingers on the branches and leaves, her voice a little stiff: "I learned it a long time ago, so long that I don't know how many years ago."
After saying this, Mo Xue stopped talking, and the petals fell on her shoulders.
Her eyes looked at the other end of the branches and leaves, and this time, she was looking at the misty sky in the distance.
Black back, especially cool.
I thought it would be so easy to forget, but I didn't expect that every time I mentioned it, her heart would still feel uncomfortable.
Without saying a word, Mo Xue strode away, holding a handful of crisp and tender branches in her hand.
Looking at Mo Xue's departure back, Young Master Yi, who was standing under the flower tree, slowly recovered and said a few words to the slaves around him. The slaves immediately stepped down.
Qian Wanyue was eating tea fruits while she didn't notice the actions of the two.
After a while, Mo Xue held the freshly brewed flower tea, and her expression had already recovered from the beginning, with a calm look on her face.
The melodious sound of the piano came from my ears, gently, like a gust of wind blowing over.
Mo Xue was stunned and stared at the man in white playing the piano under the flower tree in front of her. Slowly, a slight smile appeared on the corner of her beautiful lips.
Under the flower tree, Young Master Yi sat on a chair, and in front of him was a six-string guqin. His jade fingers with distinct joints were as slender as onions, and his ten fingers were flicked lightly, like white butterflies dancing on the strings.
This is a cheerful song. The sound of the piano is faint and clear, and it flows into Mo Xue's heart like a mountain flowing water, making Mo Xue's dull mind calm suddenly, making people have to indulge in the sound of the piano, which makes her just like this.
Holding the flower tea, I couldn't bear to disturb me, just listened quietly.
Qian Wanyue was also sitting at the stone table, supporting her right face with one hand, and closing her eyes to intoxicated by the sound of the piano.
Unexpectedly, there were such a nice song in this world, which really made her heart fly.
A song stopped, Mo Xue and Qian Wanyue seemed to be still in that beautiful world, addicted to it
Gongzi Yi put down the guqin, looked up at the bleak woman in black opposite him, smiled faintly, and the wind was bright!
Mo Xue was suddenly stunned by his eyes, as breathtaking as the moon, which shocked Mo Xue.
It turned out that before he knew it, he had already understood her so much, and playing this song was to calm her mood.
His heart is really good.
Thinking of this, Mo Xue didn't feel a gentle smile on her lips. She was not standing, and she walked through the flowers lightly, walked to the stone table, and poured all three cups in front of her.
Qian Wanyue looked at the young master Yi under the flower tree with an interest on her face: "Young Master Yi, I didn't expect you to play the piano well, which is really surprising."
"Liao Praise." Young Master Yi smiled softly, and was extremely handsome.
"I didn't expect that a man would play such a good piano, which made me fascinated." Mo Xue sat down with interest and looked straight with Gongzi Yi.
"I can understand that you are praising me." Gongzi Yi touched his nose and said a little aggrievedly.
Mo Xue took a sip of flower tea and felt her whole body become extremely refreshed: "That's right."