Chapter 39 The Emperor's Mistakes (1)

The season is mid-June, and the weather is getting hotter and hard to accept. This summer, Beijing is extremely hot. Even the elderly who have lived in Beijing for several generations, feel strange: "Beijing City in previous years was not as hot as it was, right?"

"That's right!" Mr. Tian Er asked the guest while chatting with him: "The weather this year is simply evil. Not to mention that people feel hot, even the beast is so hot that it is not energetic. If you don't believe it, look at Mr. Sun...?"

"Hey!" Mr. Sun Er, who was named by him, was furious: "You bastard, you are the beast!"

Master Tian Er hurriedly slapped himself: "Oh! Look at my stinky mouth. I mean, Master Sun's Que'er, Master Er, little girl has no intention of being apart. You must not misunderstand."

"Okay, let's spare you little monkey baby."

"Why don't you say that there are a lot of adults?" Tian Er laughed and asked for an An in place: "Go. Master Sun Er's tea money today will be counted in Tian Er's account."

"Go and greet your guests, little monkey boy!" Master Sun smiled and said, "Mr. Second Master doesn't accept your affection."

A familiar tea chef next to him answered: "Master Sun Er, that's right! This kid clearly wants to get a bargain. If he really wants to apologize, he should have set up a table in Donglaishun and Tianbaoju. Please ask Master Sun Er to do it once."

"That's it, that's it." Tian Er was the kind of guy who was versatile. He cursed in his heart, but he couldn't tell on his face: "Tian Er naturally wanted to invite him, but the second master felt sorry for me, and he was afraid he would not reward me for this face!"

"Did you hear it? This is mine. This kid really gave birth to a clever mouth!"

While everyone was talking and laughing, the curtain of Xiangfeizhu in the teahouse was picked up, and several people walked in from outside. The leader was quite tall, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, straight nose and square mouth, and very heroic. He was wearing a blue shirt and looked like a scholar. However, his figure was too burly, even if he looked like a martial artist. Three people followed him, one tall and two short. The tall and pretty face was wearing a blue Ning satin flower robe, a black tribute satin dragon bag, a red velvet-tower hat on his head, a green zither (sound skin) glowing on his feet, and a pair of satin boots on his feet. He looked refreshing and neat.

The two short ones, one is a young and handsome servant, and the other is very big, always around 50 years old, with hair and beard and a helpless look on their faces.

There were many people who were very close to each other, but Tian Er didn't know each other, but it didn't matter. He was a guest: "Oh, my masters, you are still here to visit the shop on this hot day? Please, please sit in there."

The very mighty man seemed very cautious about his natural invitation to guests. He stretched out an arm out of thin air and blocked between Tian Er and the people behind: "Hey, I have something to talk. Stand there and say."

"Xi Ling, don't scare others." The young man behind him slowly stepped forward and pushed his arm away: "But is there still a seat?"

"Yes, yes." Tian Er turned around and greeted: "Sanzi, prepare a new table for several guests, and make it cleaner!"

"Oh. I know."

"Masters, please."

Several new guests walked over, and the handsome young servant pulled out a scarf from his arms and wiped it carefully on the already clean seat: "Master, please sit down."

Tian Erdui approached a little with a smile on his face and asked an An on the spot: "How many masters are so handsome, how dare you ask what Guibao number?"

The only man who sat down retracted his gaze from left to right and smiled: "My surname is Gan, I'm at home."

"Oh, it's Mr. Gan."

"Don't dare."

"Is this the first time Mr. Gan has come to the shop?"

"Yes. Is there any good tea?"

"You are here! It's not that I, Tian Er, boasted that I must have a spring teahouse, which is the first in Beijing. I dare not say the tea seeds used by Danei, such as Shifeng Longjing, Huangshan Maofeng, Suzhou Biluochun, whatever you want, I have what I have here."

"Okay then. Give me a pot of Lu'an melon slices."

"Okay!" Tian Er sang loudly: "A pot of melon slices from Gan Siye Lu'an!"

Mr. Gan Si, who was sitting on the seat, looked around and found that the business of this Dae Youchun Teahouse was very good. However, in this moment, the store was full of customers, making loud noises and chatting and laughing calmly. The handsome servant knew that his master did not like this noisy environment very much, so he bent down and asked, "Master, it's too noisy here, so we'd better go back?"

"No. It's easy to come out once, and there's a little noise, it won't be disturbed." He turned his head and greeted with a smile: "Oh, Kong Xiu, you're sitting there too!"

The man named Kong Xiu was Wen Qing, the Minister of the Interior Department. This time he entered the palace, the emperor begged him to take him out for a walk. He had already agreed to take a few steps outside the palace. Who knew that if he really came out, he would not be able to decide. The young emperor came to Youxing and walked around the road. Regardless of the heat under the sun, he took him with him, Xilinga and Liufu, and had already walked to Liulichang without knowing it.

Wen Qing urged the car several times on the way, but he pretended that he had not heard it. As a slave, he had only the responsibility of dissuasion, but he did not dare to "excite" at all. He could only complain in his heart. If he had known this was the case, even if he had notified the Nine City Military Command before coming out? It would be better than just a light carriage. If something really happened... Wen Qing couldn't even think about what the result would be!

Hearing the emperor's words, Wen Qing sat down next to him with a wry smile, still comforting him in the same way: "Master, should you go back? There are so many people outside. If you are shocked, the servant will grind it into powder, and I am afraid..."

"What are you doing now?" He finally came out once, so how could he go back like this?

"master?"

"If you are impatient with me, you will just leave you. I will have Xilinga and Liufu here."

Seeing that the emperor was unhappy, how could Wen Qing dare to keep placing him? He agreed no more and stopped talking.

The tea was brought, and Liu Fu did not let the teahouse work. He took the tea cup himself and wiped it with the scarf in his hand very seriously: "Master, Youchun's store is small, I'm afraid there are no clean cups and plates. The slave has wiped it, and there is no problem."

"Look at what you said." Gan Ziyi had already seen the teahouse guy standing in front of him with an ugly expression: "What does it mean to have no clean cups and plates? Forget it, pour me a cup. After walking for a whole afternoon, I was really thirsty."

"twitter."

He could drink the Lu'an melon slices in the palace, but he didn't think there was any big difference from other tea leaves. He just tasted them again in spring. The emperor immediately tasted them. He just took a sip and put down the tea cup: "Well, Kong Xiu?"

"yes!"

"The taste of these Lu'an melon slices is not much the same as that they taste at home?"

Wen Qing immediately understood what he said and explained with a smile: "Whether it is tea-type or water for making tea at home, it is impossible to compare here. Fortunately, the master did not really want to taste it, but just to quench his thirst. So don't ask for such too much, right?"

"That's right." Gan Ziyi smiled and picked up the teacup again.
Chapter completed!