Two vassal princes, who own several palaces and rule one area, gathered in this simple teahouse today.

The copper kettle on the stove emits hot steam, and the boiling water boils, making a harsh sound of "gulu, gulu".

Prince Ning, who was wearing a bright yellow robe and was full of dignity, raised his hand to pour two bowls of tea, shook it slightly, and poured it on the ground.

"Brother Sanhuang is so rich. He has priceless Yunwu tea in such an embroidered copper pot.

Wouldn’t it be a pity to use the worst charcoal and the most common well water for boiling?”

King Huai's skin was born extremely well, his eyebrows flew into his temples, he was handsome and handsome, and he was born with a charming personality.

Only her lips are extremely thin, making her seem unapproachable, as if she is repelling people thousands of miles away.

"Haha, Fourth Brother, don't you know that most of the good things in the eyes of the world are ordinary to me.

Take this Yunwu tea as an example. One or two good tea leaves can be sold for hundreds of gold.

Among the seven mansions in the south of the Yangtze River, few of the rich and famous people can afford to drink."

Prince Ning's eyes were bright and he smiled casually:

"But you don't know why, Fourth Brother. The reason why this tea is expensive is not just because it has the effect of nourishing qi, clearing the mind, and removing impatience.

Instead, my wife took care of business and bought seven tea mountains in one go, including hundreds of acres of Yunwu tea.

Later, officials from various prefectures and commercial firms from all over the country wanted to come in and ask for help.

They will take advantage of the situation to buy some tea and give it to their disciples to take care of things.

As time went by, this item became more popular and became more and more rare.

Now go to teahouses and brothels, if you don’t have a few boxes of Yunwu tea, you’ll be spoiled for choice.

On the contrary, it will make people look down on you and make you feel that the place is not classy.

Therefore, the price is getting higher and higher, and everyone wants to collect some."

King Huai was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but praise:

"Brother Sanhuang, you are worthy of being the living God of Wealth.

A small tea leaf can actually create so many tricks."

King Ning poured boiling water into the tea bowl. The sharp leaves, as green as a bird's tongue, were slightly curled, no more, no less, exactly twelve leaves.

If you look carefully, the texture on the surface is like clouds and fog, which is really beautiful.

"Businessmen are very profitable, so it's best to be careful.

They can't make a living in many businesses where they only make money without losing money. They have to rely on a name, so they are naturally willing to run around.

Like the salt and iron smuggling done by Xishan Prefecture before, this is one of them.

It's just that the backing of Delong Trading Company is not strong enough. A general at the Liaodong border can't keep this business.

Therefore, he was killed by Beizhen Fusi."

Prince Ning spoke slowly and calmly, as if talking about family matters:

"I heard that he changed his name later and joined a capable general under the military prince.

In the past few years, I have quietly made a fortune and gradually recovered most of my strength."

King Huai picked up the tea bowl and took a sip of the famous Yunwu Tea. He felt that it was not as great as the rumors said. He shook his head and said:

"Brother Three Emperors, are you telling me that the best way to make money in this world is to hold power?

Only when you have power can you have money, and official position and power are the cornucopia?"

Prince Ning lowered his head and looked at the rising and falling clouds of tea leaves. A hint of coldness flashed across his noble brows, and he said softly:

"Fourth, Third Brother just wants to talk to you. It's not easy to live a peaceful life and run a stable business these days.

On the surface, we are holding on to great wealth, but it may not last for several generations.

My life is relatively comfortable now because I am a royal nobleman.

When a saint is alive, he can naturally accommodate two vassal kings.

But after that, it’s hard to say.”

King Huai's eyes twitched heavily and he said calmly:

"Brother Sanhuang, what you said...is a bit treasonous."

Prince Ning didn't take it seriously, as if he was a straightforward person, he simply replied:

"It comes out of my mouth and reaches your ears. Heaven knows and the earth knows. You know and I know."

King Huai was silent, as a descendant of a saint.

Now that he has taken the position of vassal king, why doesn't he want to fight for it?

It's just that the prince had already determined his title, entered the East Palace, and supervised the country for twenty years, and his position was solid.

What's more, there is also King Yan, whose martial arts talent overwhelms the geniuses and overshadows the glory of others.

"No matter what, the time has not come yet."

King Huai seemed to feel something and raised his head to look at the sky.

Like a strong wind, the large clouds dispersed.

King Ning smiled and didn't say much.

Pick up the porcelain bowl and sip the taste of the tea.

When the sun turned to the west, the large banner, which was as heavy as a mountain, finally appeared in the eyes of the two feudal kings.

Bai Xingchen, who was riding a dragon colt, turned over and dismounted, and the guards behind him also ordered and prohibited him.

No need to give orders, they all stopped, causing smoke and dust to billow like dragons all over the sky.

"Second brother, long time no see, you still have the same style."

Prince Ning stood up first, raised his hands and said.

"The second emperor brother is indeed a master of martial arts. Even though he is several miles apart, he can detect his domineering aura, which is really heartbreaking."

King Huai was still sitting on the bench, raising his tea bowl as a salute.

It's strange to say that they only have respect for the generous prince.

On the contrary, I was somewhat afraid of King Yan.

Perhaps from childhood, the former always talks about truth, while the latter just throws his fists.

Both King Ning and King Huai were beaten, so they felt a little scared.

Bai Xingchen's face was plain, and he didn't have a deep friendship with these two brothers.

I only had a few fights when I was young.

Later, I was punished by the emperor's brother and whipped more than ten times.

The distracting thoughts passed by in a flash, Bai Xingchen strode into the tea room, glanced at it and said:

"Let's stop talking and go back to Beijing this time to have a good New Year's Eve and don't make any mistakes.

If you have any ideas or methods, wait till next spring and see if you can use them.

I won’t drink the tea, it’s bland and tasteless. Next time you’re waiting for someone, remember to prepare some wine.”

After saying that, His Highness Prince Yan turned around and left, stepping out of the tea house.

There was no sloppiness throughout the whole process, just like cutting through a mess with a sharp knife.

The chariot team set off again, the large banner fluttering in the wind, and slowly went away.

"Brother Second Emperor, it really hasn't changed at all."

After being warned in a condescending manner, King Huai was not annoyed. Instead, he smiled and said:

"It seems that the hardships of the frontier can't erase the great spirit of the martial arts master."

Prince Ning clasped his hands behind his back, looked at the king's chariot that disappeared from the official road, and said calmly:

"So what, anyway, we are not the biggest threat to the prince.

It’s not you and me who regard the second child as a thorn in the flesh.

Just wait and watch the show."

King Huai frowned slightly, feeling that there was something in the Third Emperor's words, as if he had heard something.

When he thought about their meeting today, Prince Ning seemed to be flirting with him, and he felt a little wary.

Could it be that something big is about to happen in Tianjing City?

……

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At dusk, the angry horse is like a dragon, charging through the wind and snow.
To be continued...