Chapter 601: Tea taster

Shen Qingci took it and put the cup between her lips. There was a special tea fragrance. She closed her eyes and couldn't help smelling it a few more times, special tea, special water, and special Both the method of brewing and the mood of the tea drinker at this time all have a different experience of the taste of tea. For example, she now tastes the tea more elegant and elegant.
And while she was drinking tea, her natural ears were listening to the news of Changqing's inquiries back. In fact, it is not an inquisition. After all, such things are known from inside and outside the palace, so they can be heard so early. In their house, nothing unexpected happened.
"A Ning, do you think he is really critically ill?"
Por Hengsi poured himself a cup of tea and asked Shen Qingci.
Shen Qingci held the cup with both hands, she gently raised her eyelashes, "He may live longer than me."
She was not cursing herself, but the facts were like this. In the last life, when she died, that person would have been sitting on the dragon chair. Since ancient times, the emperor knew how to keep in good health, although he did not open the furnace to practice alchemy, but People with the surname Lao have always lived longer than ordinary civilians, and they will not starve to death, collapse to death and other natural disasters and man-made disasters. Whether or not she has died in this life, she is afraid that others will live longer than her.
Brandon stretched out his hand to caress her hair.
"Want more?"
"Well, more."
Shen Qingci handed out his cup.
"Take it right," Brandon picked up the pot and placed it on Shen Qingci's hand.
But Changqing gasped.
My grandfather, you have to hold your hand more firmly. Don't scald your madam. If you really scald a bit, you are afraid that you will have to cut the flesh and apologize.
All this is owed to my wife, and if I owe it, I am afraid that the flesh on the body will be cut off.
Shen Qingci brought his cup forward, but was not afraid at all.
As for asking her why?
It's actually very simple, and it's just the word trust.
There are not many people in this world who can gain her trust. The people she believes today are nothing but because of the previous life, what she has experienced, and what she knows has seen people’s hearts for a long time, but now she weighs in her heart, That is someone worthy of her trust.
There is no reason, no reason, and no one.
She just believed, so what? She just believed, that's it.
As soon as Biao Hengsi changed his hands, he also poured the water in the pot into the cup, no more, no less, a full cup, of course, there was no water splashing out, and Shen Qingci took the cup back.
Then he put it between his lips, blew gently, and continued to drink.
"What's the situation in the palace now?"
Brandon worrying about Changqing again, really, from his eyes, from his attitude, and also from the fact that he can still sit here and drink tea in sorrow, knowing that he is not concerned about the things in the palace. No trace of excessive tension.
Even Shen Qingci didn't believe it, how could he believe it?
Having said that, the Hundred-legged Worm is dead but not stiff. How could such a scheming person allow himself to die so easily, even if he was removed from his status as a prince, he would end up desperately winning and failing to become a king. Benchengren, this is the one.
Let him be so embarrassed, scrambled to copy the book to death, such a useless way of death, I am afraid he will not recognize it.
"I don't know yet, son, if it weren't for me, I would check some news."
Evergreen returned to his concerns, and the palace was in chaos at the moment, but if they wanted to get news, they would be able to bring back the latest news no matter what.
"No need," Biao Hengsi pours a cup of tea into his own cup. Tomorrow there will be news that the three princes are safe and sound. Let's wait and see.
And if he was worried, Changqing couldn't help but scratch his head. It is possible that the son has the ability of an unknown prophet, or that the son poisoned that one.
He thought about it wildly, and after a while, God didn't know where he was going.
Brando Hengsi poured a cup of tea into Shen Qingci's cup and let her continue drinking.
Shen Qingci has already drunk four cups. To be honest, no matter how good the tea is, it can't stand up to such a cow drink.
She put the cup on the table.
"Why, don't drink anymore?"
Lao Heng Lixue raised her eyebrows, "But it doesn't taste good?"
Shen Qing Ciyuan opened a pair of eyes, she really didn't know, where did Lao Hengsi see it, she likes to drink tea? In fact, she has always thought that she is not a good tea tasting person. Her temperament is a little impetuous. In her previous life, she had always wanted to compare with others, so she couldn't accomplish anything. In this life, she only likes silver, which is unbearable. Drinking tea is such an elegant but time-consuming thing. It is really not something she can do. Let her sit for half an hour, and then drink four or five cups of tea. She feels that this is really an insult to tea, she I might as well make spices and sell more silver
"Because the husband knows, this tea is good, but the husband made it by himself. After holding up the pot, how about a cup?"
Shen Qing resignedly stood up.
Then she stretched out her hand and directly snatched the teapot in Brando Hengsi's hand.
Luo Hengli laughed, he picked up the cup on the table with and put it in the air.
Only quickly, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, and he saw Shen Qingci directly holding the pot with both hands, and then threw the lid aside. It was like a cow drinking, directly facing the mouth of the pot. The pot of tea ran out.
Okay, she screamed, put the pot on the table with a bang, then wiped her mouth with her sleeve very proudly, turned and left.
"The hero of the female middle school!" Changqing couldn't help but thumbs up at Shen Qingci.
Long Geng rolled his eyes, what kind of female hero is this, she is either an ignorant woman.
Shen Qingci strode out, stomping the ground extremely heavy, as if the ground had an enmity with her, she touched her belly, really suffocating her, sitting still for a few hours. Isn’t it possible that you don’t want to show respect if you keep drinking?
After she came out of the confinement room, she felt refreshed, and she didn't want to go back there to accompany Bing Heng to drink some tea. Eighty percent of the tea that Bing Heng drank was not tea. What is that, is it loneliness?
She put her in the scent-making room, and started to study spices again. She didn’t know why, and always wanted to make more spices, although the spices she kept now were all enough to sell. It's been more than a few years, but she still doesn't feel enough, she still has to do more.
Taking advantage of her not much business now, put more incense in the first pint of incense. If one day she doesn't want to make incense, she can rest for a few years.
All around are piles of various spices, and all kinds of incense are all gathered together, there is a wonderful combination of incense, which is simply what a person can smell and the most wonderful enjoyment.