When he came to the door of Zhong Yusu Teahouse, he saw the couplets on both sides of the door and the signboard with the three characters "Biluochun" engraved on it. Meng Xinghe smiled and walked into the building cheerfully.
"Oh, Mr. Meng is such a rare visitor," Zhong Yusu walked over enchantingly, still dressed in a black and exciting outfit, which made people want to stop.
From far away, I heard Zhong Yu Sutian's voice that said, "You are not willing to pay for your life." Meng Xinghe's lustful eyes were flooded with lust. He glanced at her hot figure obscenely, and couldn't help but swallowed his saliva and said: "I haven't seen you for a few days, and Miss Yu Su looks charming again. , must it be nourished by the rain and dew of the gods,"
Zhong Yusu couldn't compare to his thick face, and said in a charming voice: "Where is the rain and dew? Master is joking. Please go up to the second floor. I, as Master, will look at a pot of good tea."
"Please, please, Miss Yu Su is so polite," Meng Xinghe walked inside ashamedly. He came here to drink tea, how dare he ask Zhong Yusu to serve him personally.
After going up to the second floor, it was much cleaner than the first floor, and the environment was more suitable for sitting down and sipping tea. Meng Xinghe chose a seat by the window and sat down. He glanced around and saw two people not far in front of him. The old man enjoying the tea made Master Meng secretly sigh that the world is too small and he could meet acquaintances wherever he went.
"Mr. Meng, Mr. Censor, it's been a long time since we last met. You two are still as handsome as before," Meng Xinghe had already come to the two old men, using his verbal skills to praise them.
I have never seen such a thick-faced person, and his words were completely irrelevant. The two old men glanced at Meng Xinghe, and Mr. Meng said lukewarmly: "Find a seat and sit down. I don't want to stand when I see you acting like that." say,"
This dead old man should save some respect in front of outsiders. Meng Xinghe chuckled and said: "No, no, these two gentlemen are role models for students to look up to you all their lives. If you can say a word to you and gain some teachings, you are a student." It's an honor," he said as he sat down.
When the imperial censor saw that Meng Xinghe spoke softly and had no scholarly temperament at all, he raised his eyebrows and said: "You are Meng Xinghe. I see you looking like a gangster on the street. Come here, drag me into prison and lock him up for three to five years." Say it again,"
You stupid official, I didn’t steal your cooking pot, why should you arrest me? Like father, like daughter. Lu Ning’s fiery temper was inherited from Old Man Lu, Meng Xinghe said with aggrieved face. : "Master Censor, I am a good young man who abides by paying taxes on time and is dedicated to contributing to the construction of the Tang Dynasty. I have to blame myself for a year even if I step on an ant to death. You see it is still written on my forehead. The word "innocent"
"Nonsense, only you know whether you are innocent or not," the Censor said coldly, his gaze carefully cutting into Meng Xinghe's body like a sharp knife.
Forget it, I respect the old and love the young and won't argue with you, lest outsiders say I'm stingy, Meng Xinghe didn't defend himself, he just sat among them with a smile, his shamelessness was unrivaled.
After a while, Zhong Yusu brought a pot of brewed tea to Master Meng. Seeing him sitting with two adults, Zhong Yusu borrowed flowers to offer to the Buddha and said: "Two adults, this is a new tea just launched by the small shop. Do you think it suits your taste?" ,"
Did I hear you right? The tea seemed to be prepared for me. Why did you ask them to taste it first? Seeing the smiling expressions of the two old men, Master Meng had no choice but to knock out his teeth and swallow it in his stomach. He looked carefully at Zhong Yusu's smooth and beautiful face. With a smile on his face, he said: "Miss Yusu, I don't know the name of your tea. I will also take a sip with the two gentlemen." Master Meng poured a cup for himself and slowly brought it to his mouth to taste.
Knowing that Master Meng was feeling uncomfortable, Zhong Yusu winked at him charmingly, "This is a new variety on the West Lake Tea Mountain this year. It doesn't have a name yet. How about the two adults and Master Meng give it a name after tasting it?"
It turned out that it was a promotion. Zhong Yusu seemed to be a shrewd businessman. He had the signatures of Dean Meng and the Royal Censor. It would be strange that this tea did not sell well. Meng Xinghe drank a cup and licked his lips with his tongue. , as if recalling the aroma of tea just now.
Looking at Zhong Yusu's enchanting eyes, she seemed to have high expectations for herself. Meng Xinghe is a master at naming. Just think of a few tea names with full charm, it will definitely be unparalleled. After thinking about it carefully, based on what he just said, After tasting the taste while drinking the tea, Meng Xinghe came to a comprehensive conclusion: "This tea is moist but not astringent. The most valuable thing is that it has a special fragrance, just like..." Master Meng pretended to be confused and saw Zhong Yusu with a smile on his face. With an eager expression, he patted his head: "I remember, it tastes like the milk I drank before, why not call it milk tea,"
Meng Xinghe answered truthfully, the word "milk tea" has rich meanings and is very consistent with the characteristics of the tea itself. It is definitely worthy of the name.
I was really impressed by Meng Xinghe's imagination, but what he said was not unreasonable. This tea did have a light milky aroma, and it tasted different from other teas. Zhong Yusu did not deny Meng Xinghe's naming, and turned his gaze Looking at the two adults, I hope they can come up with an elegant name, and then Meng Xinghe's milk tea will be banned.
Unexpectedly, after the two adults drank the tea, they couldn't find a suitable tea name to highlight the characteristics of the tea. They heard that Meng Xinghe's milk tea was good, so they simply agreed to follow Meng Xinghe's suggestion.
Since the two adults agreed with Meng Xinghe's point of view, Zhong Yusu had no objection. She glanced at Meng Xinghe who was drinking milk tea. You dead man, don't you know a more elegant name? She cursed in her heart. Zhong Yusu gritted her teeth and said: "Meng Xinghe." The young master is knowledgeable and talented, which is rare in the world, and he will definitely be a pillar of the country in the future."
"Miss Yu Su, you know that I have always kept a low profile. If these two gentlemen are here, why don't you tell me my good points? They all know it." Meng Xinghe didn't know how to write the word shameless. He was now Being above shamelessness, Zhong Yusu couldn't match his sharp tongue, so she rolled her eyes at him and stood up to leave.
He just left without giving us an extra pot of tea. Didn't you see three people drinking it? Meng Xinghe said to himself. Mr. Meng next to him asked curiously: "Brother Meng and Mrs. Liu are familiar with each other. I Look at you like old friends,"
Meng Xinghe felt a chill in his heart. You can't say this nonsense. If Liu Shilang in the capital hears it, it will be troublesome for him to challenge me for a duel. I don't know whether Old Meng did it intentionally or not. Meng Xinghe laughed and said: "We are Fellow fellows, when we meet, we will inevitably say a few words," Meng Xinghe wiped his cold sweat. What kind of problem is this? It's almost like forcing a confession.
Mr. Meng was even more puzzled. When did Meng Xinghe and Mrs. Liu become fellow villagers: "I remember that Mrs. Liu is from Chang'an. Could it be that my brother also migrated here from Chang'an?"
Meng Xinghe knew that his words had revealed his secret, and quickly corrected him: "As the saying goes, we are all from the same country all over the world. We are all members of the Tang Dynasty. There is no difference between Chang'an and Jiangdu. We drink water from the same river. They both have yellow skin and black eyes, and believe in the same Confucius and Mencius, so the world is one family without distinction between each other."
Believing that he had reacted smartly, otherwise he would have been put into the bag by Old Meng. Meng Xinghe breathed a sigh of relief and picked up a cup of tea to cover his face.
This boy is really good at making excuses for himself. Mr. Meng smiled and said: "Brother Meng, you are a scholar of heaven and earth. I have another question for you. I wonder if you can tell me."
Meng Xinghe almost spit out the tea. He dared to call himself a scholar in front of Dean Meng. Isn't that just trying to get rid of him? Meng Xinghe immediately corrected his attitude and said: "Mr. Meng, please stop laughing at the students. You are not ashamed to ask questions. Students must tell you everything they know. "
Mr. Meng received Meng Xinghe's answer, and his expression became much more serious. He glanced at the censor next to him, and then said in a low voice: "I can trust ghosts and gods,"
Meng Xinghe was a little puzzled and did not answer Mr. Meng directly: "Sir, if you have any questions, please clarify. Ghosts and gods have been around since ancient times, but most of them are man-made. Students only believe in themselves and never in ghosts and gods."
"It's okay if you don't believe it," Mr. Meng immediately laughed: "Brother, I have time tonight,"
"I have been suffering from insomnia recently, and I have more time at night, so I should have," Meng Xinghe was a little worried. Dean Meng would not join me in robbing the tomb.
"That's very good." Haha, Dean Meng and Master Yushi laughed at the same time. Meng Xinghe felt that these two people were mysterious and had an ulterior secret. Before he could say that he was not feeling well, Dean Meng The commander had already given the order: "Brother Meng, the Censor and I will wait for you by the Qinhuai River tonight," he said and walked downstairs with the Censor.
Meng Xinghe raised his eyebrows. He didn't know what these two old men were up to, but when he heard that they were going to the Qinhuai River, Meng Xinghe's mind began to flutter. The two adults were mooring in Qinhuai at night. Could it be that they wanted to go out and have a good time?