"We'll wait until you finish drinking the medicine before leaving."
Well, the real situation is that they just want to watch the fun.
Feng Qingchen looked arrogant and fearless, but she was afraid of drinking medicine. Every time the maid fed her medicine, it was like a life and death battle.
"No need, I can drink it myself." Feng Qingchen felt warm in her heart.
She knew very well that Su Wenqing and Wang Qi only cared about her life and death because they still needed her, but for the two of them to do this, it was indeed the utmost benevolence.
"We're just afraid that you'll drink it by yourself. Anyway, we've been waiting for so many days and this moment is not missing." Su Wenqing smiled slightly, seemingly gentle but overbearing, clearly telling Feng Qingchen that he would not leave and don't waste it.
Energetic.
Not only that, he also picked up the teacup and teapot on the table very familiarly and poured it for himself, as if he didn't regard himself as an outsider.
"puff……"
As soon as he took a sip, Su Wenqing spit it out: "Why is it water and not tea?"
People in Dongling love tea. Not to mention the Su family, even ordinary people have tea on the table.
Only untouchables and common people who can't afford tea will drink water.
Of course, when it comes to good tea, the tea ceremony is also very popular. Every lady in Dongling is good at brewing good tea, and the art of dividing tea is a must-learn skill for women.
As a lady, if you don't know how to share tea, then you are not worthy of being called a lady. Tea art is as important as female beauty.
Of course, Feng Qingchen also knew this. Don't say she didn't know how to do tea ceremony. Even if she did, she wouldn't have the leisure and elegance to play tea ceremony.
Only women who have families and husbands to support themselves and don't have to make a living can afford tea ceremony. Besides, what's wrong with clear water?
Feng Qingchen moved the corners of her lips, but said nothing in the end. She was unable to change the Dongling people's habits.
"Qingchen, you don't know how to share the tea?" Wang Qi suspected that he had seen the crux of the problem.
"No." She can only put water and tea leaves together to make them. Distributing tea is too technical for her to learn.
The so-called dividing tea is to use different techniques when ordering tea to form patterns of flowers, birds, fish, insects or characters on the surface of the tea soup. The dividing tea is also known as water painting. How could she do such an elegant thing?
In her eyes, tea is used to refresh herself and can be used instead of coffee.
"What will you do during the Peach Blossom Festival?" Wang Qi looked at Feng Qingchen worriedly.
It seems that Feng Qingchen is going to steal the limelight again at the Peach Blossom Festival, but this limelight is not a good one.
"Should we share tea at the Peach Blossom Festival?" Feng Qingchen looked at Wang Qi in confusion.
Wang Qi and Su Wenqing nodded at the same time: "You don't know?"
"I don't know..." She thought that the Peach Blossom Festival was just like a modern banquet, where everyone eats, drinks, and chats together.
That group of women could use any means, and they could only form an alliance to let her be alone at the Peach Blossom Festival, or they could use words to ridicule her a few words, just to satisfy her taste, but they didn't expect that there would be a talent show.
"I don't know, I don't know, but you dare to accept Princess Anping's invitation?" Su Wenqing and Wang Qi stood up at the same time, looking at Feng Qingchen in disbelief.
"Feng Qingchen, you are too bold. Do you know that the Peach Blossom Festival can kill people?"
Every few years, one or two official ladies would die at the Peach Blossom Festival.
"It kills people? What is the purpose of the Peach Blossom Festival?" Feng Qingchen also became serious now.
She cares about everything related to her life.
Su Wenqing and Wang Qi shook their heads, and were about to introduce Feng Qingchen to the Peach Blossom Festival when Doctor Sun came with medicine.
"Miss Feng, the medicine is ready. Drink it while it's hot."
"Drink the medicine first, and we can wait until you drink the medicine to talk about anything. The Peach Blossom Festival is still early, so we are not in a hurry." Su Wenqing pointed to the medicine that was smoking white, and motioned to Feng Qingchen to drink it first before talking.
Regarding the Peach Blossom Festival, we should wait until Feng Qingchen recovers from his illness, otherwise, thinking too much during the illness will affect his recovery.
Feng Qingchen saw that Su Wenqing and Wang Qi's expressions were not as solemn as before. In addition, her current situation was not suitable for thinking too much, so she stopped asking and reached for the medicine bowl on the tray.
But found...
His hands were so weak that he couldn't pick up a bowl of medicine. A flash of pain flashed across Feng Qingchen's face. The maid standing by was very smart and immediately stepped forward to hold Feng Qingchen's hand: "Miss, I will serve you."
Take medicine.”
"Thank you." Feng Qingchen nodded lightly, and with the help of the maid, she picked up the medicine bowl.
The strong smell of Chinese medicine assaulted her nostrils. Just by smelling it, she knew how unpleasant this bowl of medicine was. Feng Qingchen's entire face wrinkled.
traditional Chinese medicine……
It tastes so bad!
Hahaha……
Feng Qingchen's wrinkled look pleased Su Wenqing, Wang Qi and Zhou Xing. The three laughed loudly, sweeping away their depression.
"You are not kind." At this moment, Feng Qingchen realized that they were waiting here not to worry about her, but to see her in pain while drinking the medicine.
It seemed that when she was unconscious, she struggled with these bitter medicines, so that these people knew that she was afraid of drinking medicines.
She was so happy that she thought these people cared about her, but turned out to be here to see her having fun.
Feng Qingchen rolled his eyes at the three men angrily, closed his eyes, picked up the bowl and put it to his mouth.
When she was in a coma, she would instinctively refuse to drink the medicine, but she would never do it when she was awake. No matter how unpleasant the drink was, she could still drink it with her strong willpower.
Seeing Feng Qingchen's generous self-sacrifice, Su Wenqing couldn't help but say: "I mean, Feng Qingchen, what's the matter with you? It's just a bowl of medicine, why does it look like it's going to kill you?"
He knew that many women were afraid of taking medicine, but those like Feng Qingchen were really rare.
Feng Qingchen finally made up his mind and was about to drink it down in one breath, but was interrupted by Su Wenqing's words.
He opened his eyes and glared at Su Wenqing angrily.
It really doesn't hurt your back to stand and talk. If you have the ability, come and have a try.
Feng Qingchen took a deep breath, suppressed the fear of the medicine, and said calmly: "You think too much, isn't it just a bowl of medicine, I can drink it with my eyes closed."
Losing people does not lose the formation.
Under the playful looks of Su Wenqing and Wang Qi, Feng Qingchen decisively closed her eyes, picked up the medicine bowl and poured it into her mouth.
Gulu, Gulu...
bitter!
so bitter!
It’s so painful!
Feng Qingchen's eyebrows were twisted into a caterpillar shape, as if he was being forced to drink poison.
However, Wang Qi and Su Wenqing did not dare to laugh at this time. They were afraid that if they laughed, Feng Qingchen would spit out the medicine.
Gulu, Gulu.
No matter how hard it is, you have to hold on and don’t let others look down upon you.
Feng Qingchen kept doing psychological training for himself, and finally the bottom of the bowl of medicine was gone.
"Water, water, give me water quickly."
Feng Qingchen hurriedly stretched out his hand.
She felt that her heart and lungs were bitter, her mouth was full of bitterness, and when she opened her mouth, there was a medicinal smell. If she didn't drink water to suppress the medicinal smell, she would definitely vomit it out.
She felt her stomach churn. She had just drank the medicine, and there was still a lot of it in her throat. She could spit it out as long as she opened her mouth.
This medicine is too terrible to drink!
"Miss, please be patient, the water is here." The maid looked very experienced, and while supporting Feng Qingchen to help her, she motioned to the other maid to pour some water.
There was nothing they could do, Feng Qingchen had been vomiting medicine so badly these past few days, and it was rare that she didn't vomit. They were happy because they finally no longer had to be tortured by Miss Feng.
"Wait a minute, I'll ask someone to prepare tea for you." Su Wenqing said quickly.
Tea tastes better than water and can suppress the medicinal smell better.
"No, the tea is antidote, give me water, hurry up." Feng Qingchen was almost dying of anxiety, looking up at the roof with his neck raised.
She estimated that she would spit out the medicine she just drank as soon as she lowered her head.
She bets that Su Wenqing and Wang Qi are here just waiting to see her vomiting medicine, so...
Even if she is beaten to death, she cannot spit out the medicine.
Hold it in, even to the death, and never let these three see Feng Qingchen's jokes.
Feng Qingchen closed her lips tightly, looked serious, and stopped talking!
Su Wenqing and Wang Qi didn't dare to laugh. They were afraid that if they smiled, Feng Qingchen would become angry...