267 Drink tea, I heard that you are very good at sewing
The Nine Emperors Uncle in the carriage was a little different from usual, less cold and more casual; less distant and more popular.
Instead of his usual rigor and sophistication, Uncle Nine Emperors lay half-lying on the couch, doing whatever he wanted, with his hair scattered on his chest and his long eyelashes blinking lightly, showing an indescribable laziness and leisure.
This was not the first time that Feng Qingchen, the uncle of Nine Emperors, met like this, but every time she saw her, she felt her heartbeat speed up, and she felt a sense of embarrassment as she didn't know where to move her arms and legs. If she didn't understand medicine, she would have thought she was sick.
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Beauty is not only for women, but also for men. Just like Wang Jinling and Uncle Nine Emperors, it is really not easy to stay calm in the face of such beauty and the man you like.
Feng Qingchen half-crouched at the door of the carriage. After calming down, she closed the door. Just as he was hesitating whether to sit or kneel, Uncle Nine Emperors spoke: "Sit."
"Thank you, Uncle Nine Emperors, for the seat." Feng Qingchen said respectfully, but was not polite and only sat half-assed.
Uncle Nine Emperor's carriage is very big, like a small room, but no matter how big it is, it is still a carriage. If you don't sit firmly in the carriage, a little bump will make you look bad.
Last time, she had already made a fool of herself. Uncle Nine Emperors said that she threw herself into someone else's arms and she would never make the same mistake twice. It's okay to be a nymphomaniac, but you can't be a nymphomaniac and embarrass yourself twice in front of the same person.
Face.
After Feng Qingchen sat firmly, the carriage continued to move forward. The horse formation had excellent anti-shock effect, and the road was flat, so Feng Qingchen could hardly feel the bumps.
Uncle Nine Emperors put the book at his feet, sat upright, pulled out a low table, and took out a tea set and a bag of tea leaves from the hidden compartment.
What are you doing, Uncle Nine Emperors? Drinking tea on the carriage?
Feng Qingchen looked confused, but Jiuhuangshu didn't speak, and she didn't know how to speak. She quickly glanced at Jiuhuangshu's calm face, and Feng Qingchen lowered her head to watch Jiuhuangshu making tea.
It has to be said that beautiful people are beautiful in whatever they do. Although the word "beautiful" is a bit inappropriate to use on Jiuhuangshu, Jiuhuangshu is truly a well-deserved handsome man.
Jiuhuangshu seems to be very proficient in tea ceremony. I say "seems" because Feng Qingchen doesn't understand tea ceremony at all. No matter how much she pretends to be like it on the surface, she is not a serious ancient lady. She plays chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine and tea. In addition to wine,
She doesn't understand anything else.
Feng Qingchen watched him playing with the tea set over and over again, finding it quite novel, and accidentally became fascinated by it.
Not long after, the carriage was filled with the aroma of tea. Feng Qingchen closed her eyes and took a breath quietly, feeling immediately refreshed.
"Try the snow and mist before the rain." Uncle Nine Emperors handed the first cup of tea to Feng Qingchen, who took it over flattered.
The teacup was so small that their fingers would inevitably touch each other. Warm tea and cold fingers made Feng Qingchen's heart skip a beat. Before the teacup could be held securely, she quickly took her hand back.
"Be careful." The teacup almost fell. Fortunately, Uncle Nine Emperors reacted quickly and quickly grabbed the teacup. At the same time, he grabbed Feng Qingchen's hand and placed the teacup in her palm: "Don't waste my tea."
His tone was gentle, with a hint of softness that was imperceptible.
"Yes." Feng Qingchen held the tea in both hands and avoided physical contact with Uncle Nine Emperors.
Although, in the days when she was injured, Uncle Jiuhuang hugged her, hugged her, and kissed her, it was night after all, and she couldn't even survive as a patient. This group of people in broad daylight, Feng Qingchen
I really don’t want to get too close to Uncle Nine Emperors.
Full of thoughts, Feng Qingchen held the tea cup and drank all the tea in one gulp. She thought to herself that Uncle Nine Emperors had mysophobia and didn't like to be in contact with others. What would that mean to her?
He said he was special to her, but he was lukewarm; but he was not special to her? She was the only woman who could get close to Uncle Nine Emperors in so many years.
Feng Qingchen felt that it was all kinds of irritating. She could not understand Jiuhuangshu's heart, and it seemed that Jiuhuangshu had no intention of letting her understand.
Such a small cup of tea really doesn't quench your thirst. As for the taste of the tea, Feng Qingchen hasn't tasted it yet. She, a layperson, doesn't understand tea at all.
After finishing the drink, he put the cup back and waited for Uncle Nine Emperors to slowly taste the tea. The carriage was quiet, the aroma of tea was fragrant, and he felt indescribably comfortable. Feng Qingchen gradually let go of the depression in his heart.
Uncle Jiuhuang put down his teacup: "How about this tea?"
Ask her? That doesn’t mean you didn’t ask. Feng Qingchen said very politely: “Of course Nine Emperors Uncle’s tea is excellent!”
"I thought I couldn't taste it, but I also know that this tea is very good." Uncle Jiuhuang was obviously mocking Feng Qingchen's act of drinking. Feng Qingchen did not feel embarrassed and said calmly and generously, "Uncle Jiuhuang said it very well.
Yes, Qingchen doesn’t know how to taste tea. Drinking tea for Qingchen is like a cow chewing peonies, a waste of good tea.”
"You are self-aware. The entire Jiuzhou continent only produces three kilograms of snow and mist before the rain. It is indeed a waste of good tea for you to drink." It was obviously a sarcastic statement, but it came from the mouth of the Nine Emperors Uncle,
But it wasn't that harsh, and the cold, slow tone didn't have the usual majesty, but more of a laziness.
Feng Qingchen really didn't understand what drama this old man was singing about, so in line with the principle of saying less and making fewer mistakes, he obediently kept his mouth shut and refused to answer.
Feng Qingchen didn't say anything, but Uncle Nine Emperors couldn't say much: "Feng Qingchen, do you want to repay me for drinking my tea?"
It seemed like he was asking, but he didn't give Feng Qingchen a chance to refuse. He looked at Feng Qingchen with his deep eyes without blinking, and it was written clearly in his eyes: If you dare to refuse, you will be in trouble.
Return?
Feng Qingchen was stunned for a moment, and the words he said were withdrawn because of the look in Uncle Nine Emperors' eyes, and he was wailing in his heart...
Wuwuwu, this tea is not what she wants to drink, and this tea is not what she is willing to drink. Can she spit it out?
Under the power of Uncle Nine Emperors, Feng Qingchen had no choice but to suppress the wail in his heart: "I wonder how Uncle Nine Emperors wants Qingchen to repay him?"
Like a magic trick, Uncle Nine Emperors took out an old purse from nowhere and said, "I heard that your needlework is very good. My purse is damaged. Please mend it for me."
(5) After saying that, he threw the purse into Feng Qingchen's arms. Feng Qingchen had not yet reacted to the words of Uncle Nine Emperors and hurriedly caught the purse.
Fainted, how can she know how to make needlework? Well, her needlework skills are good, but she only knows how to sew human flesh. She was about to refuse, but when she just said three words: "Uncle Nine Emperors..."
He was interrupted by Uncle Nine Emperors: "Don't move."
The serious tone and serious look startled Feng Qingchen, and she sat there without daring to move.
Uncle Nine Emperors leaned forward and got closer little by little...
Feng Qingchen's eyes widened wider and wider. Looking at the enlarged handsome face in front of him, he didn't know how to react for a moment. He held his purse tightly with both hands and wanted to push Uncle Nine Emperors away, but his hands were out of control and he couldn't raise them no matter what.
Can't get up.
The faint fragrance of bamboo leaves dissipated the fragrance of tea in the nose. There was only a hair between the two of them, and their breaths blended together. Feng Qingchen could feel the heat coming from Uncle Jiu Huang when he exhaled, and quietly swallowed it.
Feng Qingchen's breathing became careless as he mouthed water.
Boom, boom, boom... Feng Qingchen seemed to hear her own thunderous heartbeat, her mouth was dry, her tongue was dry, and she was restless, but the Nine Emperors Uncle was right in front of her, so she didn't dare to move rashly.
This was nothing compared to night. There was no light at night. Although the two of them were close to each other, she couldn't see anything clearly in the darkness. Besides, she was injured, so she just focused on the pain and didn't think much about it.
Now, in the small carriage, Uncle Nine Emperors was so close to him, and the atmosphere seemed so ambiguous. Feng Qingchen wanted to break this charming atmosphere, but was unable to do so...
Facing Uncle Nine Emperors approaching step by step, I can only ask silently in my heart: Uncle Nine Emperors, what are you going to do? Whether it is life or death, please hurry up, I am nervous when you are like this...