White tea legend

Chapter 238 Ancient Royal Forest

"Call Gu Yulin!"

Zhuo Laosan said.

Mrs. Yao Si's eyes flashed and she looked at Zhuo Laosan.

At this moment, the two of them were sitting on the roof of the tea house, looking at the moon and stars together.

Zhuo Laosan's suggestion made Mrs. Yao Si's heart waver.

"Why is it called Gu Yulin?" Mrs. Yao Si's voice was filled with curiosity and inquiry.

Zhuo Laosan smiled slightly, and his eyes seemed to travel through time and space, flying to ancient times...

“When I was learning the white tea making skills from Master Lu on Taimu Mountain, Master Lu said that white tea is an ancient tea. Legend has it that in ancient times, the world was invaded by plague and all life was devastated.

At that time, the Emperor's mother, the Great Mother, felt compassion and could not bear to see all living beings suffer, so she quietly came to the mortal world. Carrying the magical white tea, she personally visited villages where the epidemic was spreading. White tea is produced from fairy mountains and has the miraculous effect of expelling evil spirits and strengthening health. Taimu boiled water with white tea to wash away the viruses for the villagers and cured countless patients. Since then, white tea has spread throughout the world and has become a holy product for curing diseases and prolonging life.

Our tea shop specializes in selling white tea, so it naturally deserves the word "ancient". "

Mrs. Yao Si nodded and then asked: "What about Yu?"

"'Yu' symbolizes imperial power, dignity and supremacy. Chang'an City is the heart of the Li Dynasty, where saints live. Our teahouse is opened in Chang'an City, at the feet of the emperor. The title 'Yu' expresses our respect for the saints and their governance. Praise also reflects our tea people's loyalty to the saint and our praise of the prosperous times.

In terms of loyalty, who can compare to the Royal Guards? "

Mrs. Yao Si nodded again, "Yes, the Royal Forest Army is the saint's personal guard, responsible for the saint's personal safety and preventing any possible assassinations or rebellions. The selection of soldiers for the Royal Forest Army is very strict, and they are all selected from loyal and reliable families. Sometimes Some orphans will even be specially trained to become soldiers of the Royal Forest Army."

"It can be called the ultimate level of loyalty." Zhuo Laosan agreed.

Madam Yao Si turned her head and glanced at Zhuo Laosan, with admiration in her eyes: "Zhuo Laosan, have you really never read a book?"

“I have read, but not much.”

Farmers don't have time to do farm work, so they don't have time to study. More importantly, studying requires money, and Zhuo Laosan's family is not rich.

"But I think you are better than most students in Chang'an City, Zhuo Laosan, our teahouse is called 'Gu Yulin'!"

Zhuo Laosan and Mrs. Yao Si sat on the roof of the tea house, looking up at the bright moon. The moonlight was like water, gently shining on their faces, adding a soft brilliance to this peaceful night. They were immersed in this wonderful moonlight, and their hearts were filled with emotion.

"This is the most beautiful moonlight I have ever seen in my life." Mrs. Yao Si said softly, her eyes shining with yearning and appreciation for beautiful things.

Zhuo Laosan nodded in agreement. He also felt that the moonlight this time was particularly beautiful. They sat quietly, enjoying this rare peace and beauty.

At this moment, they seemed to have forgotten the troubles and pressures in life, leaving only spiritual communication and mutual appreciation of beautiful things. Moonlight, starlight, tea fragrance...all these constitute a beautiful picture that makes people yearn for and move them.

"Ancient Yulin" Teahouse is open!

The early morning sunshine shines on the street, and there is already a bustle of people and busy traffic in front of the tea house.

Several of Mrs. Yao's four handkerchiefs were all famous talented women and merchants' daughters in Chang'an City. They sent congratulatory gifts one after another, including exquisite silks, precious porcelain, and carefully crafted poems, as "ancient imperial forest." The tea house adds a lot of cultural atmosphere. They admired the various tea leaves and tasted the exquisite refreshments in the tea house, and were full of admiration.

Mrs. Zhang, the sister-in-law of Mrs. Yao Si, is also busy in the tea shop. Although she comes from a noble family, she has no arrogance at all. Instead, she personally helps greet the guests. Her manners are generous and decent, which makes people feel friendly.

However, Master Yao Ziyi, the elder brother of Mrs. Yao Si, was not present.

In the Li Dynasty, Doctor Guanglu was actually an idle official position, mainly responsible for the etiquette, sacrifices and other affairs in the palace, and also took on some tasks of receiving foreign guests. They usually do not need to handle government affairs personally, so it is relatively easy.

There is no reason why Mr. Yao Ziyi is so busy that he has no time to attend his sister's opening ceremony.

However, Guanglu doctor Yao Ziyi did not come to support the opening of the "Ancient Yulin" teahouse. Master Yao is lying on the bed.

To be precise, he huddled in a ball.

The death of Prime Minister Wang greatly stimulated Yao Ziyi. He witnessed Pei Min's assassination that night with his own eyes. The long sword hit the Prime Minister's heart and blood flowed profusely. Pei Min drew his sword and ran away.

Witnessing all this with him were several officials.

However, the next day, the officials all denied that they had been to the Prime Minister's house for a banquet the night before, but the Prime Minister went to court without incident and personally overturned the "Tea System" that he had personally proposed.

It couldn't be weirder.

What's even more weird is that he went to the Prime Minister's house afterwards to find out what happened, and witnessed the scene of the Prime Minister hanging from the beam with his own eyes.

When he walked quietly through the corridor of the Prime Minister's Mansion, he was careful with every step, for fear of disturbing something. The afterglow of the setting sun cast variegated patterns on the bluestone, and his shadow lengthened and shrank with his steps, just like his anxious heart at that time. Finally, he came to the door of the Prime Minister's room. The door was slightly opened, revealing a faint yellow light.

He pushed open the door and entered, and wherever he looked, a heart-rending scene came into view:

The prime minister, the powerful Wang Guangjin, was hanging on the beam, his feet moving slightly, as if he was making a final struggle with death.

The prime minister's eyes were wide open, and the expression on his face was extremely distorted, full of fear and despair. The atmosphere in the room was extremely depressing, and an unspeakable terror filled the air, as if even breathing became heavy.

That scene was as profound as a nightmare, engraved in Yao Ziyi's memory, causing him to have nightmares every night.

The Prime Minister obviously hanged himself to death, but it was spread throughout the court that the Prime Minister was beheaded by a saint under a lone willow tree...

No one stepped forward to stop these rumors, and they were allowed to spread...

Yao Ziyi couldn't figure out what all this was about. Yao Ziyi's head hurt just thinking about it, but he still couldn't figure out what was going on. However, his headache continued and became more and more painful.

Yao Ziyi's bedroom was blown by a gust of cold wind, causing the candle shadows to sway.

Suddenly, a strange figure appeared in front of the bed, it was a ghost official from the underworld.

He was dressed in an underworld official uniform, with obscure spells embroidered on the clothing, and a faint black mist lingered around him, making his face appear hazy and unpredictable.

The ghost official wears a black futou with a piece of emerald green jade on it, which seems to contain some profound power and shines with a faint light.

His face was as pale as paper, his eyes were sunken, and his two red pupils were like burning coals in the darkness, exuding a cold and ruthless aura.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, forming a sarcastic smile, seeming to be extremely contemptuous of everything in the world.

The ghost official holds a dark book of life and death in his hand. His fingertips are long and there is a faint light flowing under the nails. His posture is solemn and majestic, like a judge judging life and death in the world. His appearance made the air in the entire room thicken, as if even time and space were distorted by his supernatural presence.

Yao Ziyi was already uneasy, and when he saw such a terrifying ghost official, he was even more frightened. When he looked closely, he saw that the ghost official was none other than his dead father, Prime Minister Yao Yuanchong.

"Treason! Where are you going to disgrace the Yao family?" Prime Minister Yao's voice sounded particularly stern and cold in the silent night, like a sharp knife piercing Yao Ziyi's heart.

"Since you entered the official career, you have not thought about progress, indulged in drinking and sex, neglected your studies, and ruined the family tradition. What you have done has already discredited the Yao family." Prime Minister Yao's eyes were red, and his eyes were filled with tears. Feeling deeply disappointed and angry, he looked at his son on the bed and his tone became more intense.

"You have not only failed to live up to your father's expectations, but also brought shame to our ancestors. Look at you, how can you be the son of a prime minister? What you have done has lost your duty as a son of man. I have no shame to face my ancestors!"

Prime Minister Yao's words were like a heavy hammer, each sentence struck heavily in the depths of Yao Ziyi's soul.

"I, Yao Yuanchong, have been honest and upright throughout my life, serving the country and the people. I didn't expect that I would be so unworthy after giving birth to a son. If you still have a trace of conscience, you should commit suicide to avoid further tarnishing the lintel of the Yao family!"

With this last rebuke, the atmosphere in the entire room became more depressing, as if there was an invisible force forcing Yao Ziyi to make the most desperate choice.

Mrs. Zhang returned home from a busy day at the tea house and walked into the bedroom. She saw Yao Ziyi lying motionless on the bed. When touched, her hands and feet were already stiff and cold.