Huafanchunzhengming

Chapter 186 Seeing Poison Again (3)

The wound on Zhong Weiwei's face quickly scabbed, leaving a pale pink scar after falling off.

Aunt Qian insisted on applying ointment to her every day, and supervised her not to eat sauces.

Zhong Weiwei felt that the birds were fading out of his mouth, and found an opportunity to complain to Chonghua, and was scolded.

While he was not paying attention to stealing something to eat, he got a chopstick on his hand.

He pretended to be pitiful and coquettish in front of You You, and You You felt very sympathetic, but expressed his determination not to harm her.

Zhong Weiwei was so pure-minded that she was not interested even when Chonghua sent someone to tell her to go to Zhaoren Palace: "I have no energy."

Xiaotang despised her: "Tsk tsk, didn't you survive in the past with cold water and steamed buns? Now that you are raising big fish and big meat, you still pick and choose?"

Zhong Weiwei beamed with joy: "I am used to this. I told him not to do this. He will spoil me. He just doesn't listen, he just spoils me. Are you not convinced?"

Xiaotang covered her mouth and almost didn't spit it out: "It makes me sick."

Aunt Qian laughed when she saw it: "Hurry up, it's Chen Shaoming who came and said he brought some tea cakes he made himself, and wants to talk to you.

Many of his tea cakes were personally picked and made by him in various places, and they are by no means comparable to ordinary tea cakes. "

Only then did Zhong Weiwei regain his spirit: "This is interesting."

Walking to Zhaoren Palace, Chong Hua was discussing the state affairs with the ministers, so he didn't have time to see her.

Zhong Weiwei didn't want to disturb him either, she asked that Chen Shaoming was in the tea room, and went by herself.

The door of the tea room was wide open, Chen Shaoming was talking to someone inside, Zhong Weiwei knocked on the door lightly: "Young Master Ming."

Chen Shaoming greeted her with a smile, and saluted her: "Lord Zhong is here."

Zhong Weiwei returned the gift: "I heard that you brought a lot of precious tea, so I have to come and see it."

Seeing that Chen Shaoming was still hanging his left hand, he said: "Don't pay attention to these vain etiquette, just sit down."

Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw a woman in a green seventh-rank female official costume with her head bowed, standing quietly in a corner.

Knowing that it was the person who talked to Chen Shaoming just now, he said: "You are welcome too, sit down."

Chen Shaoming smiled and said: "Yes, I plan to compete with you, but I can't use my left hand. Let her help me hold the pot and flush the water. You have no objection."

Zhong Weiwei said: "No comment."

The female officer stood still, lowering her head lower and lower.

Zhong Weiwei felt that something was wrong, after a closer look, he recognized that it was Ge Xiangjun, so he smiled and said, "Why are you here?"

Ge Xiangjun lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes and said in a low voice: "If you want to go back to Tongshi, Your Majesty wants to find a scripture, and the officials will send it over.

It happened that Mr. Chen was inconvenient in his hands and feet and needed someone to serve him, so Director Zhao arranged for an official to serve Mr. Chen. "

"That's right." Chen Shaoming said, "It turns out that you know each other, so that's even better.

Hurry up, His Majesty promised me to discuss tea skills with you, let's start right away.

Where's your tea cake?I heard that you have kept and made a lot of good tea yourself. "

Ge Xiangjun's current position is classics, and he is in charge of the scriptures, books, pens and other things in the palace. It is reasonable for her to appear here.

Zhao Hongtu had friendship with Ge Xiangjun before, and by the way, he arranged for her to serve Chen Shaoming, probably because he still cared about some old friendship, after all, Chen Shaoming was never married.

Zhong Weiwei didn't care about Ge Xiangjun anymore, and sat down by himself.

Ask someone to bring the tea she brought, and let Chen Shaoming appreciate each other's good tea.

Distinguishing the color of tea, smelling the fragrance of tea, asking about the tea species, finding out the origin of the tea, he spoke happily.

Ge Xiangjun still stood quietly in the corner, motionless.

Chen Shaoming failed to notice the embarrassment between the two, and said gently: "Sit down, Ge Dianji, whether I can win today or not depends entirely on you."

Ge Xiangjun secretly looked at Zhong Weiwei, only to see that Zhong Weiwei lowered his eyes halfway, and didn't mean to care about her, so he saluted Chen Shaoming.

Kneeling and sitting next to Chen Shaoming in a gentle manner, helping him pass the things obediently and nimbly.

She kept her gaze straight, neat and polite, and very discerning. Chen Shaoming peeked at her at least three times.

Zhong Weiwei saw it and didn't intend to obstruct it.

However, one of Chen Shaoming's arms was broken, and he was still unable to display his true abilities, and soon lost.

He wasn't hypocritical, and boasted: "I'll fight with you when I get better."

Zhong Weiwei smiled: "Welcome, I'm waiting."

Chen Shaoming's eyes sparkled: "I heard that you intend to challenge Mei Xun this year?"

Zhong Weiwei put down the teacup: "You can have a try."

Chen Shaoming raised the corners of his lips: "Aren't you afraid of losing?"

Zhong Weiwei smiled: "I'm young, I can afford to lose."

Chen Shaoming sneered: "But Your Majesty can't afford to lose!"

Only now did he reveal a bit of majesty and ruthlessness.

Zhong Weiwei said in a low voice but clearly: "If Da Si Cha or Mr. Ming can beat me, then your father and son will fight. If not, what else can you say! That is the luck of Li Guo!"

"You, a little girl, dare to talk about the fate of the country?"

Da Sicha and Chen Junqing have lost for three years in a row, this matter is a great shame to Chen Shaoming.

When he heard Zhong Weiwei brazenly say that he would definitely beat his father and son, he turned cold: "Are you so confident? You haven't even competed with my father yet."

Zhong Weiwei said indifferently: "If Da Sicha recovers from his illness, please don't hesitate to enlighten me. I will be waiting for Da Sicha at any time."

"I will definitely pass Master Zhong's words on to my father to know."

Chen Shaoming was young and vigorous, and Zhong Weiwei stared at each other, neither willing to let the other.

Suddenly hearing the sound of "stab", the two turned their heads together, only to see the water bottle on the stove overturned.

The water flows into the red-burning charcoal fire, stirring up a burst of water mist and charcoal ash, and the whole tea room is full of the special smell of water splashed on the boiling coals.

Ge Xiangjun straightened the water bottle in a hurry, then bowed his head and apologized: "Please forgive me, Young Master and Tong Shi."

"Is it burning?" Chen Shaoming grabbed Ge Xiangjun's hand, held it in front of his eyes, and grinned his teeth with a "tsk" sound: "It hurts to look at it."

Zhong Weiwei winked at the accompanying palace servants, and the palace servants took orders to go out, and quickly brought in a box of ointment for burns, and handed it to Ge Xiangjun.

Ge Xiangjun moved his lips with a complicated expression, took it silently, and handed it to the little maid at the side to help her apply the medicine.

Chen Shaoming didn't have as many types of tea as Zhong Weiwei did. He lost the tea fight, didn't take advantage of the quarrel, and Ge Xiangjun got burned, so he lacked interest: "It's getting late, I'll take my leave, and we'll fight another day!"

Zhong Weiwei said: "Waiting for your son to come."

Chen Shaoming glanced at Ge Xiangjun again, and unconsciously softened his tone: "Ge Dianji, I'm really sorry that I caused you to be injured."

Ge Xiangjun bowed to him: "Young master, don't take it to heart, it's a stupid official."

Chen Shaoming turned to leave, and Zhong Weiwei was also leaving, when Ge Xiangjun suddenly heard a low voice from behind: "Little Zhong..."

Zhong Weiwei stopped: "Is there something wrong?"

(End of this chapter)