When he got in the account, he saw that the tent was large and the decoration was not too luxurious, but was pure and casual. Although he was full of thoughts, Cui Po couldn't help but give a reward. There were two people in the account. The little green robe was gently sifting the crushed tea cake with fine robe. Another tall and graceful woman in white dress was bowing slightly, watching the heat on the red clay stove on the few, but because her body was slightly sideways, she could not see her appearance clearly.

"So it's really not that stubborn girl!" Seeing this quiet back, Cui Po knew that this girl was definitely not the girl in yellow on the swing that day. She couldn't help but feel relieved. Seeing that she was focused on tea, Cui Po did not disturb her. She found a bench and sat down, and picked up the banner beside her and took a closer look.

The banner contains three poems, one is "When will the bright moon come to you?" and the other is "The Passionate Lu Shaofu". As for the last one, it is the seven-character poem "Singing Gardenia" I just wrote, it is just like the ink traces, obviously, it was just written. Looking at the handwriting carefully, although the structure is open and closed, the brushwork is round and charming, and it has a unique sense of beauty.

"The little girl has been good at calligraphy since she was a child, but she has been practicing calligraphy with Master Yan for less than half a year. Even her figure is just a little bit, let alone the spirit of Yan's body. She has just scratched her graffiti, which really makes Mr. Cui laugh." When Cui Pozheng was concentrating on her, she suddenly heard such a sentence coming from her ears, with a steady tone and a bright tone. If she didn't see the person, she knew that she would be a beautiful woman.

"Old Master Zhenqing's style of calligraphy is to win by his momentum, and his pen is sharp. It is not suitable for women to practice. It is rare for a lady to achieve such achievements in half a year, so why should she be humble?" Cui Po replied, looking up at the woman.

At a glance, the word "went indifferent" suddenly appeared in Cui Po's mind. Miss Guo Jingruo, who had already divided tea in front of her, stood tall and graceful beside the red mud furnace, with black hair combed into a rare Lingxu bun. There was no gold and jade decoration on the bun, and only an ebony hairpin was inserted diagonally. Apart from this wooden hairpin, there was no decoration on her whole body. Her delicate facial features on her slightly rounded melon-shaped face were more and more delicate and charming, and her body had no arrogance of the rich family. Instead, it was like a warm spring, making people unable to help but want to lean on and then lean on.

"Yang Guan Jinghua is not a false saying!" Just as Cui Po was thinking so much, Luo Cha's little Qingyi had already brought some fragrant tea and placed it on the table next to Cui Po. Miss Jingruo also sat on the other side of the table, stretching out her slender fingers to make a drink.

Cui Po just saw the tea set in the tent and her way to cook tea, and was already confused. At this time, he picked up the tea soup that was made of Qingbi, smelled the tea fragrance first, and then tasted it briefly, and understood it in his heart.

"The sound of pine trees suddenly rained and came into the cauldron, and the white clouds lingered in the cups of flowers. The melodious fragrance woke up from the hangover, and the clear and steep bones were filled with annoyance." Put down the tea cup in his hand, Cui Poman chanted the poem "Testing Tea Poem" and said: "Miss Jingruo is familiar with the method of boiling tea. If you cook such good tea, you will not let down this good water and famous tea."

Seeing that Cui Pokan was a soulmate, he was even more admired. A faint smile appeared on Jingruo's face, which made her originally beautiful face even more beautiful. The instant light made Cui Po difficult to stare at. He took advantage of the opportunity of placing his sleeves and turned his face sideways.

"Last year, Master Jiaoran, who lived in Miaoxi Temple in Shushan, Wuxing, visited the capital. My uncle and princess and aunts held a banquet to invite her. The little girl was fortunate to meet. Thanks to the master's love, she said that I was quiet and quite close to the nature of tea, so she passed on the method of "sing tea" by the tea saint. Unfortunately, there is no good water available in the northern part of Chang'an, which can reduce the fragrance of tea." Miss Jingruo said in a casual manner, and her every frown and smile was not pretentious, which made the listener feel like a spring breeze.

"It turns out that the 'bald donkey' in Lu Yu's mouth is what he is talking about!" Cui Po suddenly realized in his heart, but after a little thought, it was not surprising that Lu Yu, Jiaoran and the smoke-wave fishing disciple Zhang Zhihe, who had a "slanting wind and drizzle, did not need to return", were very close to each other, and were also called the "Three Friends". He could know the method of "sing tea" created by Lu Yu, which was also the meaning of the title.

After saying this, there was no topic and the tent was silent. After a moment of silence, Cui Po suddenly asked: "Miss Jingruo is from a noble family, Lan Xinhui is also beautiful, and she is very beautiful. She really occupies all the world's romantic people. Why did she give me a blue eye to my poor son from a remote place?" She couldn't help but ask the doubts in her heart. Even though she knew it was inappropriate, she finally asked the question like this.

"Ah!" After a soft cry, two red clouds rose on Jingruo's face, who had never expected Cui Po to ask such a question. After a little silence, he answered: "The more expensive the background, the fewer the number I can choose. Who among these noble children of equal status in Beijing is not nostalgic for Zhangtai all day long, and she inherits her ancestors and fights cocks and lets gossip. Although the little woman dares not be conceited, if she gets married like this, she will feel unwilling to accept it." At this point, her beautiful face suddenly showed a hint of sadness.

"In addition, although it was the first time I met the young master at the birthday party of the ancestors at home, I had known each other for four years." Jingruo's words made Cui Poru fall into the clouds and was confused.

"Did Mr. Cui completely remember his old friend?" Jingruo opened the banner and pointed to the poem "Lovely Lu's Mansion" and said.

"Is it Mr. Lu, the young master? How could he have much contact with Miss Jingruo?" Cui Po shook his head slightly. On the next moment, on a moonlit night, the girl with a sweeping maid by the Taohua Creek suddenly came to his heart and blurted out: "Which Silan you said? She... is she... good life?"

"Mr. Cui is not a person who forgets the old age after all, it is Silan. She has married Li Mao, the son of Li Sheng, as his wife. His husband loves her very much."

Li Sheng was one of the three famous generals who were named after Guo Ziyi, Li Guangbi and Hun Jian and Ma Sui. During the Zhenyuan period, Yu Zhenyuan joined the court for fifteen years. Li Mao was also a hero who had the great contribution of attacking Shuozhou on a snowy night. When he heard that his old friend had this home, Cui Po was very grateful for her.

"My second uncle married Silan's aunt. In addition, we have similar personalities, so we became a close friend in the boudoir. She told me about this poem and all things that Mr. Cui had to do. She admired you very much. In four years, many things can actually be accomplished. When we met at the birthday party that day, the young master was handsome and talented. I realized that Sister Silan had never said anything. The princess and aunts loved me forever and had just wanted to propose marriage. In this way, the young master understood!" While speaking, although Jingruo's face became redder and red, she did not shy and explained the matter with evasiveness.
Chapter completed!