Luo Qingyu: "..." She clenched her fists secretly in her sleeves, and when she glanced at her, she realized that there was a pot of tea on the table.
This teapot is almost exactly the same as the teapot that was just broken, except that one is blue flowers and the other is blue and white, but if you don’t look carefully, you can’t see it.
Di Shiyin poured her another cup: "Try this again."
This time, Luo Qingyu was a lot more careful and took a sip. The tea fragrance was light and the fragrance remained on his cheeks. It was indeed the kind of tea he usually drank.
Luo Qingyu simply drank the cup of tea in one breath, and finally diluted the bitterness in his mouth a lot.
She breathed a sigh of relief: "Master, you should have given me this kind of tea just now," she made a pot of the bitterest thing for her. Was it intentionally punishing her?
Indra said lightly: "The tea leaves in the pot of tea just now were made by He Wan himself."
Luo Qingyu: "..."
She has never drunk the tea made by Zisang Hewan himself. It is obviously a light fragrance and the best among tea.
Why did you send such bitter tea at this moment? Is it intentionally unintentional?
The cup of tea just now still smelled the same, so she took a big sip inadvertently, and it turned out that the taste had changed so much-
Zisanghe was born to be sensitive to food and other things, and all the foods he made were of top quality. Even the tea he usually drank was planted by him and picked by himself. Unexpectedly, he made it this time.
The tea leaves are so bitter...
Zi Sang Hewan's haggard face flashed in front of his eyes, and his heart suddenly moved.
It is said that the tea leaves produced by tea makers come with the mood of the tea makers.
His original state of mind was calm and shallow and untainted by the world, so the tea he made was also light and distant.
Now—Is his mood already in a miserable state?
She looked at the tea on the ground, and a faint sense of guilt and bitterness rose in her heart-
I also suddenly understood the reason why Indra was going to drive him down the mountain.
If her love with her master always falls into Zisanghewan's eyes, she will be afraid that it will be like torture in his heart.
It is better to have short pain than long pain. Master wants to completely cut off his thoughts and let him get out of the misunderstanding of this relationship...
He seems indifferent to his disciples on the surface, but in fact he still thinks about them very much, right?
No wonder these disciples are loyal to him...
Well, he expelled Zi Sang Hewan for his own good, and it was Tihui's sword that killed his love.
So what does it mean to let yourself drink this cup of bitter tea?
Let yourself understand Zisang Hewan’s thoughts?
Or - I just looked at Zi Sang Hewan for a few more words and said to him. The master drank a jar of vinegar there, so he also made her suffer to show fairness...
It should be both, right?! Luo Qingyu thought about it and finally understood the reason why Indra asked her to drink this cup of bitter tea. She was both angry and funny!
It turns out that he is a black-bellied and indifferent emperor! He is a killing bird!
Her eyes rolled slightly, and she hugged his neck with her back hand unceremoniously: "Master, is there any tea left?"