The girl imprisoned in the iron cage: lazy little beast concubine

Luo Qingyu: "..." She secretly clenched her small fists in her sleeves, and only after a glance did she realize that there was still a pot of tea on the table.

This teapot is almost exactly the same as the teapot that was just broken, except that there are blue flowers and blue and white flowers on the neck of the pot, but you can't see it unless you look carefully.

Di Shiyin poured her another cup casually: "Try this again."

This time Luo Qingyu was a lot more careful, and took a sip. The tea had a mild fragrance, and the fragrance lingered on his teeth and cheeks. It was indeed the kind of tea he usually drank.

Luo Qingyu simply drank the cup of tea in one gulp, finally diluting the bitterness in his mouth a lot. [

She breathed a sigh of relief: "Master, you should have given me this kind of tea just now," but made her a pot of the bitterest tea. Was it to tease her on purpose?

Di Shiyin said lightly, "The tea leaves in that pot of tea just now were made by He Wan himself."

Luo Qingyu: "..."

It's not that she has never tasted the tea made by Zi Sang Hewan himself. It is obviously light and fragrant, and it is the best tea.

Why would you send such bitter tea at this moment?Is it intentional or unintentional?

The cup of tea just now smelled the same as before, that's why she took a big sip inadvertently, the taste has changed so much——

Zi Sanghewan is naturally sensitive to food and other things, and all kinds of food he makes are top-grade. Even the tea that Master usually drinks is planted, picked and prepared by himself. I didn't expect him to make it this time. The tea leaves will be so miserable...

Zi Sang Hewan's haggard face flashed before his eyes, and his heart suddenly moved.

It is said that the tea leaves concocted by master tea makers follow the mood of the tea makers.

His original state of mind was peaceful and indifferent, uncontaminated by the world, so the tea leaves he made were light and fragrant.

Now—is his state of mind already miserable?

Looking at the residual tea on the ground, she felt a touch of guilt and bitterness——

He also suddenly understood the reason why Di Shiyin wanted to drive him down the mountain.

If the love between her and Master fell into Zisang Hewan's eyes all the time, it would be like torture in his heart.

Short-term pain is worse than long-term pain. Master is trying to cut off his thoughts completely and let him get out of the misunderstanding of this relationship...

He seems indifferent to his disciples on the surface, but in fact he is still very considerate of them, right?

It's no wonder these disciples are so loyal to him...

Well, he expelled Zi Sang Hewan for his own good, and for his love with Tihui sword.

So what does it mean to let yourself drink this cup of bitter tea? [

Let yourself understand Zi Sang Hewan's thoughts?

Or——I just looked at Zi Sang Hewan a little too much, and said a few words for him, and this master drank a pot of vinegar and was there, so I let her suffer a lot to show fairness...

Should be both? !Luo Qingyu turned her head around, and finally understood the reason why Di Shiyin asked her to drink this cup of bitter tea, it was so angry and funny!

Sure enough, he is a black-bellied and boring emperor!He is killing two birds with one stone!

She rolled her eyes slightly, and wrapped her arms around his neck politely: "Master, is there any more tea?" Bleak 