Fu Canglu

Chapter 279 Tea and disease ([-])

It snowed heavily in Lanling City.

The ancient capital of Qi Liang, compared with Luoyang in the Northern Wei Dynasty, does not have a long history. However, under the huge financial resources in the south of the Yangtze River, Lanling City looks much more refined, and the royal aristocratic atmosphere surpasses the so-called historical background.

Snow white covers every corner of this No. [-] city in the south, the top of the bell tower, the eaves of the palace, and the umbrellas of passers-by.

It's hard to imagine that it snows so much in the south, so what about the north?
Due to the heavy snowfall, the originally bustling streets of Lanling City inevitably looked a little empty at the moment, leaving behind a few pedestrians who hurriedly left under umbrellas in the snow.

Most of the stores in Lanling City chose to close their stores due to the rare heavy snow in the past ten years.

There was not a trace of fireworks in the street.

A man and a woman held an umbrella together, appearing on the street a little abruptly, as if turning around the corner of the street a second ago, and appearing here out of thin air.

The black-robed man seemed not used to being squeezed under an oil-paper umbrella with a girl, bowed his head, and said with a smile, "I don't care about the snow."

After speaking, drill out the oil-paper umbrella.

Miss Qingli let out a oh, actually, she came all the way from Yangguan Valley, not all the space was torn apart, there were many stops along the way, this little Highness Qiliang sometimes stopped, and he got out of the oil-paper umbrella in the same way, and then started to be dazed daze.

She only knew that this man set off from here a year ago to seek longevity in the north, but she didn't know how many twists and turns he had encountered along the way.

Every place is vivid, and every place is unforgettable.

Yi Xiao didn't deliberately go to the northernmost city of Hongliu in Qiliang, and went all the way south, finally starting from Yangguan Valley, crossing Juanzhou, and came to Lanling City.

Revisit old places.

This is the first section of the northbound road, there are no twists and turns, Lao Duan and Lao Miao are there, protecting themselves, don't have to worry about it, just read books and scriptures in the carriage every day.

At that time, I still believed in the bigness of the sky and the bigness of the earth, and the greatest reason for reading.

Looking back now, is there any person in power who really governs the country based on the principles of reading?

If you can govern the country, how can you pacify the world?
The scriptures of the saints, read to the end, and enter the review list, it is the sword in the heart.

The big country kills, fights on the battlefield, is cold-blooded and merciless, and can only rely on the sword in the end.

The book can teach you how to self-cultivate yourself and keep your words and deeds consistent; it can't teach you how to intrigue and cheat.

Some people want to survive, relying on a few words is not enough.

High or low.

Yi Xiao stood on the street of Lanling City, dazed for a long time, and realized that there was still no snow on her body, only to realize that the civet cat girl next to her was the same as the previous few times, standing on tiptoe without getting too tired, supporting herself The oil-paper umbrella was extremely quiet and did not speak.

Qingli is indeed a very weird girl. Sometimes she is very patient. She would rather wait for Yi Xiao with an umbrella. She waits for a long time. Sometimes she has a bad temper. When she enters the holy island, she can't wait to go back to the quiet room Study the array.

His Highness did not understand.

In fact, most of the girls in the world are the same. When they meet something they like, they can wait as long as they want.

But there are some things she likes, and if she has to wait for a minute, she can't wait.

When Qingli is in a daze, the pupils in her eyes will slowly shrink, like a cat, becoming smaller.

She felt the oil-paper umbrella being picked up by someone, and a gentle force came from her shoulders, gently pressing her tiptoe down.

Yi Xiao asked with a smile: "You insist on waiting for me here with an umbrella?"

Qingli didn't answer blankly.

In fact, she didn't have to wait for His Royal Highness, but she was a monster who loved to be in a daze. She retreated to study formations on weekdays, and sometimes she would be in a daze for a whole day.

Maybe it's because of her long lifespan, maybe it's only by wasting time like this that she can feel the meaning of life.

Qingli asked softly: "You human being, what are you thinking about?"

She was very curious, why this man could also be in a daze for a long time, what was going on in his head, could it be that he thought his life was too long and he had nowhere to spend it?
Yi Xiao was startled, and thought about it seriously.

"Sometimes I wonder, with a lotus plant, is life good or bad?" His Highness said softly, pointing to an old shop with lanterns on the corner of the street.

Qing Li slightly raised her head, her eyes were not very good.

"Because I have a photographic memory, I can never forget what I have seen." Yi Xiao smiled and pulled Qingli's sleeve slightly, and walked over there.

Qing Li followed Yi Xiao forward, her pupils still shrunk, and she let herself be held by this human man by her sleeves.

"It's not just what you saw, there are many more, such as the mood, thoughts, distracting thoughts, etc., all of which are clearly remembered." Yi Xiao pulled Qingli with one hand and held an umbrella with the other, with the umbrella facing Qingli slightly It poured, and a pile of broken snow swished down.

It can be seen that the heavy snow in Lanling City is indeed coming violently.

Fortunately, the snow is heavy and the wind is not strong.

Therefore, the lanterns hanging under the eaves railings of the store only swayed slightly, but they were still able to stubbornly and smoothly emit a faint fluorescent light in the heavy snow.

The distance was not long, and Yi Xiao walked very slowly.

Maybe it's because I can finish what I said.

"But. Even if I have a lotus plant, my memory will be biased. I know that I was not born here, but the memory is turned to the front, and this is the only place."

"Things before the age of six are like a heavy snowfall. It may have been menacing, but no matter how deep the coverage is, after the smoke dissipates, there is no trace left in the end."

"I only remember this ancient capital, this ancient capital named Lanling City, it should be my home."

"Every street, every corner here, logically speaking, I should write it down."

"But when I came back here again, I found that this place is so strange."

"It turned out that I just huddled in a small corner, went out of the house, and when I returned home, I realized that my home was even stranger than the outside."

"My home is huge, but unfortunately I never finish it."

"Tell me, is it funny?"

The girl in Tsing Yi who was walking by Yi Xiao's sleeves had her vertical pupils gradually enlarged, and finally returned to her normal appearance.

She thought about it seriously, but didn't have time to answer.

Yi Xiao pointed to the storefront in front of him, and said with a smile: "Like here, there is a tea shop that refuses to close despite the heavy snow. It should be the best tea shop in Lanling City. But I don't know."

Qingli stared blankly at the quaint and elegantly decorated old shop, thinking that there are too many rules and regulations in the human world, monsters only need to drink blood, and humans drink water, wine and tea. There are many more tricks, it seems to drink anything, it is much more complicated than that of monsters.

She opened her mouth slightly, and before she had time to think, she staggered and was dragged into the shop by the little Highness.

Qingli raised her head, looking slightly at the surroundings of the store.

It was snowing heavily outside, and the heat was blowing in the house, making his vision a bit blurred.

She had poor eyesight, and when she squinted her eyes, she could only see clearly that this was a tea shop with quite old decoration, but it looked unconventional.

Lanling City is the hometown of scholars in the south of the Yangtze River, and tasting tea in heavy snow is a thankless task in the eyes of outsiders, and only scholars in the south of the Yangtze River take the trouble and are willing to do so.If you were a scholar from the north, you might just find a restaurant, have a big drink, get drunk, and ask for a good time, right?

Yi Xiao didn't seem to be entering the store for the first time, but she seemed to be familiar with the road while pulling Qingli, so she quickly found a remote place and ordered two pots of tea.

There are Yaping screens between the teahouses, so we can't see each other.

His Highness said softly, "This teahouse is not easy."

Qingli was a little confused, and His Highness smiled and explained: "Your eyesight is not good, you probably didn't see the plaque of the teahouse clearly before. There are a lot of literati in Lanling City, and more people like to drink tea, so there are also many teahouses."

"When I was studying in the Jingtao Palace, I vaguely heard those rough people in Ouchi who gathered to evaluate the teahouses in Lanling City. One of them was called 'Lao She'. It is said that the style of tea is first-class in Lanling. This is it."

"When I was ordering tea just now, I found out that this old house doesn't care about how much tea is ordered, so there is a little particularity in it." Yi Xiao was afraid that Qingli would be impatient, and said with a smile: "There are many scholars in Lanling City, and there are many scholars. There are also many poor people, and big teahouses often cost a tael of tea and a tael of silver. How can they dare to think? Lao She sells tea here, and sells it by cup or pot. It provides elegant seats, and because of its reputation, those great scholars will also come here to drink tea. Literati who really want to ask for advice can order a pot of tea, drink it slowly, and wait for the person they want to wait for."

Qingli could not understand what she heard.

"Qi Liang's Wen Tao is half hidden in the tea ceremony."

Yi Xiao said with a smile: "You have to drink it all in one sip, and you can drink tea for a day. You can't rush the tea ceremony, and you can't rush the fame. If you are eager for quick success, you can't drink tea."

Qingli, who was born in the Western Regions, felt that what Yi Xiao said gave her a headache, and said slightly annoyed, "Why is it so troublesome to drink tea? I'd rather drink."

His Highness laughed.

"Oh, right."

Qingli suddenly turned serious, and said seriously: "You are sick."

Yi Xiao's smile stagnated, slightly stunned.

"That's what I wanted to say before."

Qingli sat upright, resting her chin and thinking for a while, her eyes were a little distracted.

"I'm sick too."

She pointed to her eyes, and said softly: "My eyes are naturally dull, and I always fall into a daze. Lord Shanzhu said that this is a disease, and it can be cured."

Qingli lowered her eyebrows and smiled: "Because I don't remember exactly what happened before I was expelled from Bachi Mountain. I only remember that the Lord Lord of the Mountain saved me. As for why I was expelled from the monster clan and what mistakes I made. I can’t even remember.”

"The more I think about it, the more I can't remember it. The more I can't remember it, the more I want to think about it."

"I really want to know what happened," Qingli stretched out a hand, arched her body slightly, tried her best, patted Yi Xiao on the shoulder, puffed up her cheeks, and said angrily: "You must have a better memory than me , when you remember, you must help me."

His Highness stared blankly at this girl from the Yaozu whose nervous reactions were half a beat slower than others.

I don't know how to speak.

Two pots of tea were served.

Angrily, Qingli picked up a pot of tea, raised it flat in one breath, looked up to the sky, and then drank it all in one gulp.

Yi Xiao, who had no time to react, was dumbfounded.

Then there was the sound of the little girl crying as she was scalded by hot tea.

(End of this chapter)