Houmen's concubine

Chapter 123 Tea Fighting Competition
Emperor Mingzheng waved his hand to Wu Zhi, who bowed and retreated, and said: "Wu Zhi, you go and tell Mr. Xie, and my master will also go to watch the fun later."

"Yes, master, this old slave will go now."

Wu Zhi bowed and left, and he was not used to it for a while. Usually, when he bowed and left, he would shake or wave the Buddha dust habitually, but now he wanted to shake but was in vain.

When Xie Yuheng saw Wu Zhi coming to inform the emperor of the oral order, he hurriedly asked Huang Yu to arrange it.

He knows the grand occasion of the annual tea fighting competition in Qinzhou, if you don't hurry to arrange it, can you let the emperor stand under the high platform and be crowded by everyone to watch the competition like those ordinary people?

Thinking of that scene, Xie Yuheng, who was usually cold and serious, raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

The Qinzhou Tea Fighting Contest kicked off grandly at noon, and three beeps of gongs and drums sounded "Dang Dang Dang" for a while, indicating that the tea fighting contest was starting.

The two monarchs and ministers simply finished their lunch, and brought a group of guards and other merchants to the guest table.

Don't underestimate this guest seat, not any foreign businessman can sit on this seat.

Both the guest seats and the high stage of the tea fighting competition were temporarily built. The seats were about the same height as the stage of the tea fighting competition, and there was only one seat away from the judges on the tasting table above the stage.

This table is full of wealth and strength, and only foreign businessmen with strong strength are eligible to get the post, sit in the table closest to the high platform, and watch the performance of Dou Cha from a close distance.

Huang Yu originally wanted to buy invitations from two qualified businessmen at a high price, but those two businessmen were not short of money.

Huang Yu had no choice but to show the signboard of Zhongyonghou Mansion, without spending a cent, the two businessmen obediently handed over the invitation to Huang Yu.

People in the world, generally the poor are afraid of the rich, and the rich are afraid of being an official.

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Because Qinzhou is far away from the capital city and trades with the West, the folk customs are relatively open.

The tea tasting competition has developed into a local grand occasion, and many rich officials and wealthy ladies also secretly use this occasion to show themselves and fight for fame.

There are three or four official and business women who came here today, and Qin Jingjing is the most eye-catching existence among them.

It's just that they don't participate in the tea tasting competition. The tea tasting competition is all men's competitions, and there is nothing wrong with women.

After the competition is over, they will perform tea art in a small group.

Wang Tong'er is wearing a flamboyant red silk silk gown today, wearing a white jade crown on her head, her eyes are shining brightly, her complexion is as warm as white jade, her lips are always smiling, and she has an outstanding temperament.

It would be nondescript if someone else wore this red dress, but she was the only one who felt pleasing to the eye wearing it.

I saw that she was holding an expensive folding fan sprinkled with gold in her hand, and she was wearing a coquettish and unrestrained appearance.

Dressing up so meticulously today makes her look like a fairy.

Before the game even started, everyone cheered.

Qin Jiaerlang is really stunning...

Wang Tong'er leaned slightly, arched her hands towards the judges at the tasting table, pursed her lips and smiled, took an exquisite gold-sprinkled folding fan in her hand, opened it with a "snap", and then began to sit down.

Most of the people at the tasting table were old men with high morals and high prestige, and there were also some of the richest businessmen in Qinzhou.

Sitting in the very center is Mr. Ning Zhiyuan, the prefect of Qinzhou. Mr. Ning is in his thirties.

It has been just over a year since he came to Qinzhou, and he can be regarded as a young and promising official.

He is not too keen on drinking tea, and he is usually not lecherous.

There is only one thing he loves most - he likes to listen to opera.

That is to say, a fan.

Usually, in the spare time of the Ministry of Civil Affairs, I like to go to the theater building or a small private room in a tea shop to order a pot of good tea in normal clothes. I can spend half a day there squinting there, just to listen to the "babbling" singing.

A month ago, I heard people talking about it: The son of the Qin family just came from his hometown, not only is he born beautiful and extraordinary, but the song he sings is really divine...

When it reached Ning Zhifu's ears, his heart was itchy.

But he is a noble son, not a famous actress in a theater.

Without a legitimate reason, how can someone sing a song for you?
Today is a good opportunity, no matter who wins No. 1 in the tea fighting competition, I will find an excuse and take this opportunity to let the young master of the Qin family come on stage and sing a ditty.

Wang Tonger's father Qin Baozhen did not participate in the tea fighting competition this time, so his seat was one seat behind the contestants.

At this moment, his heart is uneasy, it can be said that he is up and down.

Although his son showed off his tea-making skills in front of him, all the contestants were respected tea-tasting masters.

Even if it is myself, it is slightly inferior.

Wang Tong'er vaguely felt that there was a scorching eye staring deeply at her in the guest seat specially for foreign merchants. This gaze seemed to be stuck on her body, which made her feel very uncomfortable.

When she looked back, did the dozens of guests from other places see anyone she knew?

Besides, I have only been in Qinzhou for more than a month, not to mention that few people in Qinzhou know me, let alone merchants from other places.

I guess it's just a hallucination that I have worked too hard for the tea fighting competition these days.

Xie Yuheng, who was sitting in the guest seat closest to the stage of the tea fighting competition specially prepared for foreign merchants, was so surprised that he couldn't help himself.

In the contestant's seat over there, there was the youngest and most dazzling young man, who was exactly the same as his Tong'er in every way.

It's just that the young man in front of him with the same face as Wang Tong'er is no longer the humble and timid little servant girl who keeps her head down all the time.

It's not the little girl who bared her canine teeth and fought against herself: don't be a concubine!
Instead, he is a stunning young man full of vigor and vitality!
OMG!

Are there really two people so alike in the world?

It's just that she looks a little taller than Wang Tong'er...

With the sound of "Dang Dang Dang!" The gong set aside, the tea fighting competition officially began.

First of all, the owner of Shengjin Tea Co., Ltd., Mr. Shen Jiaju in his 50s, was the first to come on stage by lottery.

Shen Jiaju is picky, the tea he usually drinks is roasted and ground by himself.

The water he brews tea must use mountain water and needs to be filtered. For him, if the tea is brewed in the wrong order, the good tea will be wasted.

It's no wonder that since he participated in the tea fighting competition, he has always sat firmly in the top spot between No. 2 and No. [-].

Master Shen is wearing a black brocade robe today, his beard and hair are all white, and the three strands of white beard are blown up by the spring breeze, giving him a breezy appearance.

Master Shen was the No.1 winner of last year's tea fighting competition, he has his capital to win the first place, and he is a smart and seasoned man who is half-immersed in tea art.It has incorporated its own innovation into the traditional tea art.

　The annual tea fighting contest in Qinzhou has begun!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)