Humane Yongchang

Chapter 222 Tea

"This method, old gentleman, is not a clumsy technique!"

Chen Shengdan smiled and looked at the round-faced old man in front of him, making a pun.

"Laughing and laughing..."

The round-faced old man didn't seem to understand the meaning of his words. He smiled and held up a cup of tea, stretched out his hand and made a "please" gesture: "Please tea!"

Chen Sheng bowed his head, only to realize that in front of him, there was an extra tea soup with thick ingredients like mung bean soup.

He couldn't help cracking the corners of his mouth and said with a smile, "I also have a cup of tea, and I would like to invite the old gentleman to have a taste!"

"Oh?"

The round-faced old man nodded slightly with interest, "The old man will wait and see!"

Hearing this, Chen Sheng stretched out his hand and touched it, and a plain mahogany tea case appeared out of thin air beside him.

With another touch, two Ru Porcelain Gaiwan Tea, which was as pure as twilight, appeared on the tea table.

He picked up one by himself, waved his hand again, and the other one flew up steadily and gently landed in front of the round-faced old man.

Then he skillfully opened the tea bowl, took a sip after blowing hot air.

The long-awaited and familiar taste bloomed on the tip of his tongue. He seemed to have returned to the West Lake Broken Bridge and saw that quiet and timeless woman like Ru porcelain again...

He closed the bowl without changing his face, and made a "please" gesture with a smile: "please!"

The round-faced old man has been looking at the Ru porcelain tea bowl curiously for a long time. Hearing Chen Sheng's voice, he couldn't help but praise: "Beautiful vessel!"

After saying that, he also followed Chen Sheng's example, lifted the lid of the tea bowl, took a sip after blowing the hot air, and then closed his eyes slightly and tasted it carefully.

After a while, he opened his eyes and praised: "It's like bittersweet, fresh like spring, with a long aftertaste... What a great avenue to simplicity, what a Longjing before the Ming Dynasty!"

Chen Shengxu narrowed his eyes and said with a slight smile: "Old sir, it's not a good habit to peep at other people's memories!"

The round-faced old man shook his head slightly and said, "You are blessed with imperial aura, but the old man can't see your memory. It was because you were too chaotic when you were drinking tea, and you leaked a trace of your memory."

'Are you royal? '

Chen Sheng's heart moved, his face didn't change, and he continued to laugh: "The son said on the river: 'See no evil, do not listen to evil, speak no evil, and do not move'. Mister shouldn't spy either."

The round-faced old man folded his arms and said nonchalantly, "That 'zi' said, the old man will go to him tomorrow and tell him, so that he will stop talking nonsense and meddling in his own business in the future!"

The smile on Chen Sheng's face became stronger and stronger: "If the younger generation is right, this sentence should be said by Confucius and his old man."

"Kong Zhongni!"

The round-faced old man seemed to be thinking of some unpleasant memory, "hiss" and took a breath of cold air, with a constipated expression on his face.

But then he laughed again, got up and slapped Chen Sheng's head lightly, and scolded with a smile, "Little Slicker, how can you be tempted by the elder now?"

Chen Sheng smiled with him, but his eyes were almost squinted into a line.

"Okay, you don't have to fiddle with your emperor's anger anymore, a little duckweed power, but I can't help this old man!"

The round-faced old man folded his hands together, smiling like an old farmer sitting in his yard chatting with his neighbors: "This old man invites you to sleep in a dream tonight. It's purely just a little curious about the emperor's spirit, and there is no malicious intent."

"Oh?"

Chen Sheng said with a smile: "So, your old man happened to pass through Chen Jun by chance?"

The round-faced old man slapped him lightly on the top of his head as if training his grandson, and said slightly annoyed: "You kid, I told you not to test the old man again, don't test the old man again, why are you still listening? Wouldn't it be good to talk nonsense?"

Chen Sheng complained: "If you don't test this junior, you won't tell this junior who you are?"

The round-faced old man said in surprise: "Who is the old man, is it that important?"

Chen Sheng was more surprised than him: "Isn't this important?"

The round-faced old man pouted at the chess game: "Is it important?"

Chen Sheng was stunned for a moment, and suddenly said: "It seems that it is really not important..."

The round-faced old man smiled: "Isn't this the end?"

Chen Sheng: "Then you have been looking at it for most of the night, have you seen anything?"

The round-faced old man put away his smile and said seriously: "My child, your problem is very big!"

Chen Sheng looked at him, his brows drooped, and he sighed lowly: "Old sir, are you all so tired of talking?"

"Cough cough."

The round-faced old man coughed awkwardly, and then said solemnly: "The old man really didn't lie to you, your problem is really big!"

Chen Sheng cocked his lips, and cheered him up helplessly: "Where did the problem come from?"

The round-faced old man: "Look, you are not Ziwei's life master?"

Chen Sheng nodded silently.

The round-faced old man: "Aren't you the co-owner of Kyushu and the father of the human race?"

Chen Sheng nodded again.

The round-faced old man clapped his hands and spread it out: "Then where do you say the emperor's aura in you comes from?"

Chen Sheng frowned and pondered for a while, and asked tentatively, "Fuxi Temple?"

The round-faced old man shook his head: "That's just a dead thing!"

Chen Sheng thought for a while, and said again, "Fuxi bloodline?"

The round-faced old man raised his eyes strangely: "Do you think that blood can inherit the spirit of the emperor?"

Chen Sheng thought for a few breaths, and then shook his head to reject the possibility.

If the human emperor's qi can be passed down through blood, in this world, how can there be a person with the surname Ji...

He picked up the tea bowl, swallowed the tea soup in the bowl, put it in his mouth, and swallowed a little bit.

The round-faced old man also picked up the tea bowl and tasted it carefully.

No one was in a hurry to speak again.

After half a bowl of tea was in his stomach, Chen Sheng suddenly laughed again: "The younger generation is suddenly interested in the identity of the old gentleman again!"

The round-faced old man put down the tea bowl in his hand and asked with a smile, "Why?"

Chen Sheng reached out and wiped the tea table beside him, and two Jiancups appeared on the tea table, the tea soup in the cups was brown and red like amber.

He held a cup, and respected the round-faced old man with both hands, "This is the Dahongpao, please!"

The round-faced old man took the tea cup and gently wiped it under his nose, nodding and saying, "Don't have a charm, not bad!"

Chen Sheng didn't seem to hear his comments, so he picked up the remaining one and took a sip: "I have someone to protect my body, and the old gentleman can still force me to dream, which means that the old gentleman is not Outsiders...at least not the enemies of the human race!"

"But what the old gentleman asked seems to be to clarify the doubts of the younger generation, but in fact...hehe, it is an enemy or a friend!"

He raised his head and looked at the round-faced old man with a half-smile.

"No, no, no!"

The round-faced old man was not angry after hearing this, and shook his head calmly: "What the old man asked, I just don't want you to be used by others if you don't understand it, and you will become someone else's pawn if you don't want to. Listen, old man Quan Dang never asked."

Chen Sheng slowly rotated the Jianzhan in his hand, and said lightly: "Why does the old man say that the younger generation will be used by others?"

The round-faced old man looked at him seriously, and said slowly and slowly, "If you don't know you, how do you know that you are still you? If you are not you, how do you know that what you do is what you do?"

Chen Sheng frowned and pondered for a long time, then suddenly raised his brows and raised the teacup in his hand: "If it weren't for me, where would the old gentleman get the Dahongpao?"

The round-faced old man smiled, nodded and said, "You can teach me!"

Chen Sheng was stunned for a moment, and was about to put down the tea cup in his hand, but his two fingers were empty.

Looking up again, I found that the round-faced old man opposite had disappeared for some time.

When he stood up, he saw the surrounding bamboo forests, the Jingshe, and the chessboard in front of him, all dissipating little by little...

In the chaos, I only heard a free and easy chanting, and came from a long distance: "There is a fish in Beiming, its name is Kun, Kun is so big that it can't be stewed in one pot..."

Chen Sheng smiled when he heard the sound... Cunning old guy, did you agree not to peep into my memory?
When he opened his eyes again, what came into view was already the top of the handsome tent illuminated by the dim light of the fire.

He stared blankly at the top of the handsome tent for a long time, and then his mind seemed to have reacted, and the conversations of the characters in the dream came to his mind.

He sat up suddenly, rubbing his sleepy face for a long time, and then muttered to himself thoughtfully, "Is this an early warning, or a reminder?"

"Or... misleading?"

At the same time, Chen County.

Last year, Chen Sheng paved the way for the shelter set up by the refugees.

A unkempt, round-faced old man opened his turbid eyes with mucus at the corners of his eyes, rolled over sleepily, fell into a deep sleep again, and murmured in a low voice, "You disrespectful little slicker, I don't know if you would invite my old man to taste some. Delicious food...”

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