Qiao Xinyu finally knew why Liu Yuerong was always so angry with Xue Qingyin.

Just at this time, someone came to bring food.

Qiao Xinyu had no choice but to shut up.

In the evening, the Mon king came.

"Everyone, get out." The king of the Meng clan glanced at them, his eyes lingering on Qiao Xinyu's face for a while.

Qiao Xinyu's heart tightened, and she felt uncomfortable waiting outside the door.

Will the Mon king do evil things...

Inside the door.

The actual king of the Mon clan asked with concern: "Are you happy today?"

Xue Qingyin nodded.

"Then between you and me..."

Xue Qingyin knew that she wanted benefits.

She was not in a hurry: "Since Wang yearns for the prosperity of the Central Plains, have you ever tasted tea from the Central Plains? Tea can cultivate one's health, bring peace of mind, and make one's mind clearer..."

"The Liang Dynasty and the Mon people are not in contact with each other. Only folk traders smuggled some of it into the Mon people. Its smell is quiet and bitter..." The king of the Meng people closed his eyes slightly, showing a look of aftertaste.

Xue Qingyin asked: "Then do you know the tea ceremony?"

"Tea ceremony? I don't know."

"Swords have kendo, and tea naturally has tea ceremony. There is a special cooking method, and a ritual is also indispensable. Only then can a pot of tea soup be made. And this method requires everyone to be proficient in it." Xue Qingyin made some nonsense.

The stuff is held high first.

The Mon king liked these complicated Liang Dynasty culture.

In his opinion, they were all symbols of the prosperity and culture of the Liang Dynasty.

He looked happy: "You mean..."

"I will make you a pot of tea with my own hands."

The king of the Meng clan was extremely happy.

His relationship with her has also taken a step forward.

"It's just that there is a shortage of tea sets and other items in the house..." Xue Qingyin frowned.

"I will order people to buy it now."

"Be sure to give instructions clearly, and the varieties must be complete."

"Okay." The king of the Meng clan responded. He felt that the tea from the Liang Dynasty was not simple, and he wanted to drink the authentic tea even more eagerly.

Soon someone took the order.

Qiao Xinyu watched from outside as the door opened and closed, and then closed and opened again.

It seems that the Mon people went in carrying some tea sets.

Are they...just having tea inside?

Qiao Xinyu was stunned, no matter what she thought, it felt outrageous.

And the stove and pots were quickly set up in this compartment...

Xue Qingyin baked tea cakes first.

A little burnt.

It doesn't matter. You won't die if you eat it.

Then leave it to the king of the Mon clan to grind it to ashes. Alas, she is so delicate, there is nothing she can do.

After grinding the tea leaves, throw them into the pot with your backhand, then throw in the salt, followed by ginger, star anise, pepper, onion, orange peel, cornel...

One thing after another, Xue Qingyin hated them all.

The king of the Meng clan felt a little confused after reading it, but when he thought about what was written in the book, it seemed so complicated...

The nobles of the Liang Dynasty probably liked this.

"This is the second boil."

"This is the third boil."

"Okay, the tea is ready."

After Xue Qingyin finished speaking, she poured the mushy yellow-green tea soup in the pot into the green cup.

That cup was just bought.

The tea was brewed under the nose of the Mon king.

Making a pile together obviously lowered the Meng king's wariness. He didn't hesitate, held it over, lowered his head and gently blew the tea soup to avoid scalding his mouth.

The tea powder and those strange pastes were blown around, revealing some of the tea underneath, which was lined with green light, giving it a two-point sense of beauty.

The king of the Meng clan felt his heart tremble and lowered his head to drink.

"..."

"how?"

"..."

"Did I cook poorly?"

"..."

Xue Qingyin frowned, showing self-doubt: "But it's always been like this... Oh, I know, it's probably because the king is not used to the taste of the Liang Dynasty nobles."

If you can't get used to the aristocratic flavor, doesn't that mean you admit that you are still a "countryside" native leader?

There is a proverb in the Liang Dynasty: "Mountain pigs cannot eat fine chaff."

The Mon king does not want to be a wild boar.

"I'm used to drinking." He said with a smile on his face.

Xue Qingyin nodded and breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."

The king of the Meng clan suddenly remembered and asked: "Have you ever cooked tea for King Xuan like this?"

Xue Qingyin frowned and shook her head: "No, only you tasted it."

Why is she poisoning her husband?

The king of the Meng clan thought that he was the only one after all, so he drank two big gulps in front of her.

Who would have thought that the top was so scorched, and the heat underneath hadn't dissipated yet, and even burned the tongue.

The king of the Meng clan suddenly became restless and did not stay much longer. He asked the slave behind him to bring the pot of tea soup and said: "It is such a rare thing, and I also invite all the ministers to taste it together."

Xue Qingyin smiled and said: "You are indeed a good king."

That’s great!

Soon Qiao Xinyu saw the king of the Meng clan coming out.

His figure is getting further and further away.

Qiao Xinyu breathed a sigh of relief and quickly returned to the room.

"You..." Is everything okay?

Before Qiao Xinyu could say anything, she saw Xue Qingyin falling into her arms.

His head was buried tightly in her chest.

Qiao Xinyu felt suffocated.

Is this... being bullied?

Xue Qingyin: "Hahahahahaha!"

It suffocated her to death.

Qiao Xinyu: "...?"

The next two days.

Qiao Xinyu fully saw how Xue Qingyin lived in the Mon enemy camp...

Everyone looked at her in a daze.

For a moment, I didn't know where I was.

Another night.

The king of the Meng clan came to see Xue Qingyin.

The door was closed tightly, but Qiao Xinyu stood outside no longer in the same fearful mood as before.
To be continued...