---"What's wrong? Why don't you take me up there quickly!" ---
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The man in brocade clothes was speechless for a moment, the cold look in his dark eyes briefly became complicated, then suddenly disappeared, and finally he laughed loudly, his lazy voice lingering in the elegant room, the sound was heart-shaking!
Seeing him like this, Jun Ziyan still smiled warmly and made tea for the man in front of him, but he felt that his pregnancy was not revealed!
Although we only had a brief conversation with him, we were all struck by his every frown and smile.
And every move he made and every word he said exuded an awe-inspiring majesty that made people have to look at him, especially the mole between his eyebrows, which exuded a charm and wisdom that impressed everyone!
This is why she suddenly develops respect for a person she has never met, just because this person does have this ability.
"It seems that Ji Jin is going to suffer a loss. A great talent has been hidden like this. 'Yu Fengxuan' is really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger! Prince Su has hidden you and only allowed you to be a tea master. I really don't know that Prince Su knows people well."
Talented, Mr. Jun is not kind to others!" The man in brocade clothes suddenly said something arrogant.
He picked up the tea that Jun Ziyan had brewed again, sipped it, and praised with a loud smile: "Hahaha, Mr. Jun, this tea is really not easy to make. Drinking it makes me, uh, really alive, haha!"
Jun Ziyan was so amused by the man in front of him that he could not help but laugh. He poured the tea from the pot and said, "Master Yue, although the tea is good, it must be tasted by the right person, otherwise it will not be arty!"
As for the "loss" that your Excellency mentioned, Ziyan does not necessarily understand it. There are so many talented people in Jijin. One more Ziyan is not much, and one less Ziyan is a lot. Moreover, today's emperor is extremely wise and has managed Jijin to be so prosperous and prosperous.
You see, you are a wise king who recognizes talents and employs people, so how can you suffer a loss?"
"Oh? What you said is quite ambiguous. I, ahem - I really want to hear your opinion! What kind of person will today's emperor be in the eyes of Mr. Jun? How can you see his wisdom?"
The man in brocade clothes had pleasant features on his face, his dark eyes were shining brightly, and he listened quietly to what was being said.
Jun Ziyan smiled faintly, showing his gentle and Confucian style, and said: "Zi Yan is just commenting on reason. He doesn't say what he can't see. Seeing is believing is a sign of the prosperity of the Ji Jin sect! For a king, 'the people's heart'
'The most important thing! Otherwise it will be unrealistic!
He can increase or decrease the "taxes" that the people pay to the court every year as appropriate, so that the rich are more and the poor are less! This alone is enough to show that today's emperor values the people! "Treating the people as sons" is an act of a wise king!
The people have almost no complaints against the emperor, because the people can live and work in peace and contentment, and have food and clothing, so the people's aspirations can be seen. With such a wise king governing the country, Zi Yan believes that the Ji Jin will be able to survive for thousands of generations and last forever!" The gentleman said, sipping his tea.
Comment, slowly and leisurely.
However, such simple words made the man in brocade feel that every word was like a pearl and the words were deafening, as if he was the one who received such complimentary words.
With a faint smile, the man in brocade felt that it was too late to meet the elegant man in front of him. After hearing this, he sighed with emotion: "Young Master Jun has a unique and thorough view of things. It is rare to be able to kill two people at once. What you say today
When the emperor hears it, even if he feels lonely and powerless, it's worth it!"
Hearing these words, Jun Ziyan raised his eyebrows and trembled. He felt that while the man in front of him was sighing for the emperor, the desolation and loneliness revealed by the mole between his eyebrows were so real. For a moment, he couldn't help but be touched by this.
He was shocked and captured.
After a while, the gentleman replied with a warm smile: "'It's too cold to be at a high place'. This is the misery of a solemn person. Mr. Yue does not need to feel so emotional for the emperor today. You should be glad that Ji Jin has this emperor. You are so lucky!"
The truly free and easy words made the man in brocade robe's dark eyes tremble, because it was the last two words, 'fortunately'! His eyes lit up, and he stared at the man in front of him who was elegant, calm, calm, and gentle, nodded lowly, and smiled.
Threatened: "Unlucky or not? It depends on the people!"
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"Hey, the general is here!" Shopkeeper Chen, who was doing the abacus while checking accounts, saw Wanyan Che and hurriedly smiled and said hello!
"Where's Xi Yan?" Wanyanche got straight to the point, with an eager look on his face, showing that he was coming fiercely!
"Xi Yan? Who is it?" Shopkeeper Chen was stunned and didn't know why! I don't know who the general was asking!
"Junzi said, your tea master!" The general spoke with strong words, which showed that he was dissatisfied. Especially when he said the word "you", he was even more angry.
"Oh - look at my memory." Shopkeeper Chen patted his temples, suddenly realized, and said with a smile: "So I'm looking for Mr. Jun!"
"What Mr. Jun? She is the general's wife!" Wanyanche tried to control his voice and gritted his teeth to retort. He really hated the title of 'Mr. Jun'! That woman actually found comfort in her name, 'Jun Ziyan'!
He really took the title of 'general's wife' clean and clear, but he just wouldn't let her get her way.
"Uh--yes, yes!" Shopkeeper Chen laughed endlessly. Fortunately, the general's volume was conscious and would not be heard by a third person.
"Stop talking nonsense, where is she now? Chujian?" Wanyanche was too lazy to talk to him and had no patience at all.
"Mr. Jun - he, cough - is making tea for a guest in the private room." Shopkeeper Chen was glared at by Wanyan Che, and he immediately suppressed the words 'Mr. Jun' in his stomach, for fear of irritating his eyes.
This ancestor.
"Making tea for you? A man or a woman? Which private room are you in?" Wanyan Che's eyes widened when he heard this, and jealousy instantly ignited in his eyes.
In an instant, the tea guests who were enjoying tea and chatting comfortably in the 'Yu Fengxuan' felt their whole bodies inexplicably hot, as if they were in a 'burning kiln'. For a while, everyone at the table drank the tea in their stomachs vigorously, and then, it took effect.
Very little!
"This - General, please calm down, Jun, cough - that person is just a guest official, a man! Just because the tea he requested must be brewed freshly, so Jun, cough - can only serve the guest in person.
The official is here!" Storekeeper Chen wiped his face and explained, fearing that he would offend the ancestor by saying any unpleasant words.
In an instant, the anger of 'Yu Fengxuan' was more than half dissipated, and the movements of the tea guests drinking tea became gentle, and they continued to talk calmly, and continued to be comfortable.
Hearing this, the fire in Wanyan Che's eyes was obviously reduced a lot, and he snorted awkwardly: "Humph! Why are you so picky! Take this general to meet him for a while, so that 'your tea master' won't be raped by some prodigal son."
'Thin'!"
What the general said was a matter of course, and the words "your tea master" were quite smooth this time. It was as if if he, the general, didn't go up, there would be no traces of meat left.
When Shopkeeper Chen heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he said with shame, "This is not good, okay!"
In fact, he wanted to say how could it be possible? Does that 'general's wife' seem to be 'frivolous'? He wouldn't believe it even if she were beaten to death!
However, due to the fierce spirit of the general, he quickly turned his tongue in a wise way, just because he was afraid of "setting himself on fire".
"What's wrong? Why don't you take me up there!" Wanyanche slapped the counter table and expressed dissatisfaction!
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Roar~~ I have something to do tonight, so I can’t update it. I sent you 5,000 words. I’m sorry! Ah - why do you only push for votes of 12,000 words every day? The meatball noodles are covered with tears, all the relatives are not kind! Tears
Ben~~~(These nonsense are not included in the chapter)