My wife is Wu Zetian

Chapter 85
Changsun Yan carried a tea bag and limped into Changsun's residence.

"Master, the master is in a fit of anger, please don't cause trouble."

The housekeeper glanced at the shy grandson Yan, and hurried over.

Ancestor, Changsun Wuji is angry, don't make trouble for nothing, just hit the muzzle yourself.

"Trouble? When did this son cause trouble?"

Changsun Yan gave the butler a white look, since when did I use you to control me?
"Master grandson, are you back?"

Changsun Wuji suddenly appeared outside the main hall door, looking at Changsun Yan who was leaning on crutches with a tigerish face, with a look of displeasure.

"Father, father."

Seeing Changsun Wuji's appearance, Changsun Yan was immediately persuaded, and quickly saluted Changsun Wuji.

"Nizi, it seems that the old man hit you too lightly. You can walk around with crutches, and you don't mind losing my eldest grandson's family?"

"???"

Changsun Yan got angry on the spot, it's not because of you that I am like this.

Others are just pretending to be serious, but you are yelling and beating lightly, and you will be beaten to death when you fight.

But if you act gently, will I go out on crutches?

Still have the face to say me?
"What? Not convinced?"

Looking at the unconvinced Changsun Yan, Changsun Wuji suddenly became violent.

Dare to be unconvinced, it seems that he really hit it lightly.

Dutiful sons are born under the stick, it seems that my stick is still not home.

"Convinced, how dare you not be convinced, father, the son found good tea, and specially came to present it to father."

Sensing Changsun Wuji's chill, Changsun Yan shivered, glanced at the tea bag in his hand, and quickly handed it over.

"Good tea? Just you?"

Hearing that Changsun Yan had found good tea for him, Changsun Wuji pouted angrily.

When it comes to drinking tea, he dares to say that he is the second. I am afraid that there are not many people in the Tang Dynasty who dare to be the first. There are not many good teas he has eaten in the Tang Dynasty. It depends on what you, a dude, can find.

I'm afraid it wasn't because of the reputation of good tea that people stole a lot of money.

Changsun Yan is depressed, the dogs don't drink the good tea you used to drink, you have lived most of your life, and you don't even know how to drink tea, I feel really sad for you.

"Father, we'll know if it's good or bad."

Changsun Yan didn't say anything, for fear of making his father angry, he would give him a set of gossip sticks.

Brother Yan never plays false, let's see the truth.

"Heh, the old man will try your so-called good tea and serve the tea set."

Seeing that Changsun Yan was so confident, Changsun Wuji was taken aback. He wanted to see what good tea your Changsun Yan could find.

"Need not."

Changsun Yan limped to Changsun Wuji's side.

What kind of tea set do you use? Your set should be called cooking utensils. I will show you what tea drinking is.

"No? Good, good."

Changsun Wuji gave Changsun Yan a good look.

You'd better not drop the chain, otherwise you won't be able to escape this beating.

It just so happens that I have no place to vent my anger, so getting caught can only be regarded as a shame on your kid.

Instructing Zhao Wu to bring a pot of boiling water over, the two looked at each other and knelt down, Changsun Yan placed two teacups on the table.

Slowly opening the tea bag sealed with oiled paper, a scent of tea leaves permeates in an instant.

Changsun Wuji sniffed and was taken aback.

This tea fragrance is quite special, with a long-lasting fragrance, much stronger than the tea balls he treasured.

The eldest grandson Wuji couldn't help but had a high opinion of this tea, and there was a hint of expectation in his eyes.

Changsun Yan pinched a few strands of tea leaves with his hands, but was knocked off by Changsun Wuji.

"How can you stain such a good tea with your dirty hands, come and fetch my tea set."

Changsun Wuji stared at Changsun Yan with staring eyes, can you still drink the tea that passed your hand?

What a waste of money.

Soon a servant brought Changsun Wuji's tea set,

He chose a gold-encrusted clip, picked up a few strands of tea leaves, put them in his nose and sniffed a few times.

The fragrant tea smell entered the nose, which calmed Changsun Wuji's irritable mood a little.

Light the small stove, and Changsun Wuji roasts the tea leaves on the tongs on the fire.

"Father, father."

Changsun Yan was depressed, and said that I don't need your tea set, we are not drinking tea, but drinking.

"what happened?"

Changsun Wuji glanced at Changsun Yan.

"This is not the way to drink tea."

Changsun Yan was a little dumbfounded, picked up another tong, picked up a few strands of tea leaves and put them in his own teacup.

Although Changsun Wuji didn't know what Changsun Yan was doing, he still imitated Changsun Yan's action and put the tea in the teacup in front of him.

"and then?"

Seeing that Changsun Yan didn't move, Changsun Wuji was taken aback again, not knowing what this kid was trying to sell.

"Then just wait."

"Wait?"

Looking at the troubled Changsun Yan, Changsun Wuji's anger surged up again.

You make me wait?

What are you waiting for?
Waiting for the tea to ripen by itself?
"The water is coming."

Just as Changsun Wuji was about to get mad, he saw Zhao Wu walking over with a pot of boiling water.

Changsun Yan took the boiling water, first made himself a cup of tea, and then helped Changsun Wuji fill the teacup with water.

"Snapped."

Changsun Wuji slapped Changsun Yan on the head with one slap.

"why did you hit me?"

Changsun Yan was slapped in the face, and the whole person was dumbfounded.

Under what circumstances do you hit yourself?
"You have learned all the respect and inferiority that your father taught you into the dog's stomach? If you have grown up, you will follow your son. Shouldn't you dedicate yourself to making water for your father?"

Changsun Wuji was furious.

Fortunately, you are still the son of everyone, and you don't even know the principles of superiority and inferiority, and the order of seniority?

A slap in the face is considered light.

Changsun Yan was depressed, and he drank tea as soon as he drank tea. How could there be so many things, he was really depressed.

Glancing at his own teacup, wisps of tea leaves gradually unfolded under the boiling water, the color of the teacup also became darker and darker, and the aroma of the tea became more intense when stimulated by the boiling water.

It's a good tea.

Changsun Wuji silently gave such an evaluation, and then grabbed the green onion, ginger and jujube to add to the tea cup.

"stop."

Changsun Yan's roar scared Changsun Wuji into a shudder.

With a wave of his hand, he slapped Changsun Yan on the head again.

"It's nothing to scare and shout, I frightened the old man."

Changsun Yan was depressed, I added your condiments without asking you, and this tea was useless.

"Father, there is no need to add anything else to this tea, just drink it and not eat it."

Changsun Yan picked up the teacup, first sniffed it, then blew it, and then took a sip.

Changsun Wuji was stunned, he had been drinking tea all his life, and this was the first time he saw drinking tea.

Immediately, he followed the example of Changsun Yan and took a sip of tea.

"Ok?"

After drinking it in one sip, the taste of tea exploded in his mouth, just as Zhou Ping said, first bitter, then clear and finally sweet, all kinds of tastes flooded his heart.

"Good tea, it should be the best tea."

Changsun Wuji finished drinking the tea, and gave Changsun Yan a wink, signaling him to fill up the teacup.

Changsun Yan was savoring the taste of the tea, but he didn't notice Changsun Wuji's eyes.

Changsun Wuji's good mood for drinking tea disappeared in an instant, and he slapped Changsun Yan again.

"Um???"

Changsun Yan was depressed. In just a short while, he received three slaps, and he received the first two slaps. What does this slap mean?

"Pour tea for the old man."

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(End of this chapter)