Chapter 815: Careless

Luo Qingyu: "..." She secretly shook her fist in her sleeve, and at a glance she found that there was still a pot of tea on the table.
This teapot is almost exactly the same as the one just broken, except that there is a blue flower on the neck and a blue flower, but it can not be seen without looking carefully.
Di Shiyin poured another glass on her, "Try this again."
Luo Qingyu took a lot of caution this time, took a sip, the tea was light and the teeth and cheeks remained fragrant, and it really was the kind of tea he usually drank.
Luo Qingyu simply drank the cup of tea in one breath, and finally dilute the bitterness in his mouth.
She breathed a sigh of relief: "Master, you should have given me this kind of tea just now." The most bitter thing about making a pot of pot for her was to intentionally straighten her?
Di Shiyin said lightly: "The tea in the pot of tea was just made by He Wan himself."
Luo Qingyu: "..."
She hasn't drank the tea made by Zi Sang He Wan himself. It is obviously light and fragrant, which is the best in tea.
Why send so bitter tea at this moment? Is it intentional?
The cup of tea just smelled the same, so she took a big sip inadvertently. The original taste had changed so much--
Zi Sang He was born sensitive to food and other things lately, and all the foods he made were top grade. Even the tea that Master usually drank was planted by his own hands and picked by his own hands. Tea will be so bitter ...
Before his eyes flashed Zi Sanghe's face that had just slept late, his heart suddenly moved.
It is said that the tea made by the tea master comes with the mood of the tea maker.
His original state of mind was peaceful and light, and it was not worldly, so the tea he made was also light and fragrant.
Now-is his mood miserable?
She looked at the residual tea on the ground, and a touch of regret and bitterness floated in her heart—
It also seems that I understand why Di Shiyin wanted to drive him down the mountain.
If the love between her and Master always falls into the eyes of Zi Sang He Wan, she is afraid of a torture in his heart.
Long pain is worse than short pain. This is to completely cut off his thoughts and let him get out of this emotional misunderstanding ...
He looks indifferent to his disciples, but he still cares for them, right?
No wonder these disciples are loyal to his dead heart ...
Well, he expelled his son Sang Hewan for his good, and Ti Huijian cut his love.
What does it mean to let myself drink this cup of bitter tea?
Let yourself understand Zi Sanghe's thoughts?
Still—I just glanced at the son Sang He twice and spoke a few words for him. The master drank a jar of vinegar there, so it also made her suffer a bit, to show fairness ...
Should be both? !! Luo Qingyu turned her head and finally understood the reason why Di Shiyin let her drink this cup of bitter tea.
Sure enough, he is a dark-skinned emperor! He is two birds with one stone!
She turned her eyes slightly, and held her back politely around his neck: "Master, is this tea still available?"