Chapter 19: Dance Light 1

"Love flowers, aphrodisiac drugs." Su Mu replied, but did not look at Lan Ruoyan and looked out.

"Huh?!" Lan Ruoyan was stunned. She was really lucky. It was not easy to pick up a petal casually. She didn't want to encounter this matter. She was a little nervous. "Well, is it all right now? How is that medicine?" He looked at Lan Ruofeng eagerly, pale cheeks, slightly wet corners of lips, and big incited eyes, which were very touching.

"Cough, it should be all right." Lan Ruofeng looked at his sister. Although she was a man's clothing, her delicate appearance and the remaining strength of the beginning of the love flower were beautiful.

"What should be?! Isn't it sure to be all right?" Lan Ruoyan asked eagerly. She doesn't want to be forced to do that here. Who knows if there are any sequelae? It's so shameful.

"This love flower is just a pleasant medicine. If it is made into medicine, it is very powerful. If it is a fresh petal, it will be fine. The effect of the medicine is not great, so some people will put the petals in the room..." After that, Lan Ruofeng couldn't find the wording and directly omitted it.

"That man is really interesting. Only this kind of place can be like this!" Lan Ruoyan was a little disdainful, but on second thought, she was forced to make a living. Painting the palm and the brothel have the same existence and different forms.

"Have you found where it came from?" Lan Ruofeng asked Su Mu.

Su Mu's slender finger pointed, "It should be the painting over there. It came from this wind."

Lan Ruoyan leaned over his head and wanted to see the culprit who harmed him clearly. Isn't that the painting boat where Yisu is? Lan Ruoyan curled her lips and ignored it.

"Son, what can I do for you?" The little girl leading the way saw that the three guests did not follow, so she ran over and asked.

"It's nothing. I just think it's meaningful to enjoy the night view here. Let's go." The three withdrew their sight, and Su Mu replied as if nothing had happened.

The little girl smiled, didn't say anything, and led the way quietly.

Lan Ruoyan poured a cup of tea, which was much better, and the boom gradually receded. She also thinks it's hard to say such a shameful thing, and it won't be fun to expose her woman's identity at that time. Fortunately, although this girl is young, she is also quite sensible. She knows what to say and what not to say, and her ability to observe words and colors has probably been familiar with her.

"Miss, the guest has brought it." The little girl knocked on the door twice.

"Come in." A pleasant voice sounded as crisp as running water.

Lan Ruoyan suddenly felt a good impression when she heard this voice. With such an unrepetenceful voice, then this person should also be as refreshing and clean as this voice, and stepped into the room with such curiosity.

The room is not very big. It seems to be a woman's boudoir. The screen of the horse map blocks the bed, and only one corner of the pink veil appears. The room is filled with a faint fragrance, which is different from the strong fragrance of love flowers that begins to be smell.

There is a pear bookcase, and there is a Guzheng on the case, and wisps of fragrance curling out of the carved and hollow incense burner. On the one hand, there is a big bag of Ru kiln, with a bag full of crystal white**. There is a large picture of smoke and rain hanging in the middle of the wall, and a pair of couplets hanging on the left and right, with a sharp and strong pen.

It is not like the boudoir of a brothel woman, but more like the boudoir of everyone. It is elegant, quiet and not charming.

A woman came out gracefully, with her black hair casually coiled into a bun. A few strands of hair hung in front of her chest. The tail was slightly wet, and her skin was ruddy and shiny. It seemed that she had just bathed out. The goose-yellow light shirt outlined her graceful figure, which was beautiful and eye-catching.

Water comes out of hibiscus, which is naturally carved. That's the kind of woman, Lan Ruoyan sighed in the bottom of her heart.

"The light dance has kept you waiting for a long time." The woman was slightly blessed, and her voice was light, without a trace of flattery and humility. Look at Lan Ruoyan.

When Lan Ruoyan raised her eyebrows and didn't see her, she heard others talk about it. Maybe it was not like what they said, but when she saw it with her own eyes, she found that everyone was fighting through their heads and dancing lightly. Not to mention, she was really attractive.

"Who is this?" Wu Qing recognized Su Mu and Lan Ruofeng, and Lan Ruoyan, who was dressed as a man, only felt that she had never seen this face for a while.

"I'm Brother Lan's cousin. When I first arrived in the capital, I heard that the girl was very beautiful, so I asked my cousin to take me to see the girl's demeanor." Lan Ruoyan learned the manners of men and replied. It has been a truth since ancient times. It is a woman who doesn't like to listen to compliments.

The woman smiled and said, "It's you who lift your love, and you can't stand the dance." Her eyes fell on her ears and she smiled. Of course she knows who Mr. Lan is, but this cousin is not a sister. Thoughts turned slightly, "But I think, if the prince changes into women's clothing, I'm afraid he will even be ashamed of dancing..."

What a keen observation! Lan Ruoyan pulled the corners of her mouth, "The dance girl laughed. It must be a man who came here. How can a woman come?"

"What the prince said was that he just saw that the prince's eyebrows were beautiful, and he knew that he had made a mistake." That's what he said, but his expression was not very sincere, just looking at Lan Ruoyan with a frank look.

"Dance light, it's hard to come to you, don't you play and sing a song to understand my lovesickness?" Lan Ruofeng said with a smile that he couldn't see his baby sister being pressed step by step. He knew that Wu Qing's nature was not malicious, but purely curious.

"It's a light and abrupt dance. Let's prepare, perilla and serve tea.

"The dance girl's words are heavy. I heard that the girl not only has excellent dance skills, but also has a good piano and singing voice. It's my honor to be lucky to listen to the girl play a song." Lan Ruoyan looked at the Guzheng on the desk, which was also a musical instrument she liked in her previous life, but what she often came into contact with was guns and ammunition. Playing a guzheng can calm yourself down every time. I don't know how the piano art is in front of me?

When Wu Qing saw that she was pressing her step by step, she still looked calm and did not feel ashamed and angry at all. At present, she suddenly had a good impression on her.

Three people sat around, and the perilla skillfully made tea. In modern times, Lan Ruoyan prefers to drink coffee. Coffee is refreshing, especially in the middle of the night when she still needs to be very awake. She usually grinds a cup of black coffee for herself to make the bitter taste spin on the tip of her tongue. In her spare time, she will also make a pot of coffee. She knows that someone likes her coffee.

Tea, I began to drink here. I have to say that the drinks here are really poor. I really can't find any other drinks except tea every day, such as juice, milk tea and coke. I can only think about it. I didn't like those things very much in my previous life. Now I can't see them. I miss it a little.

I also tried to drink tea, which was completely different from the taste of coffee. The taste was bitter and slightly astringent. After a long time, the aftertaste was sweet, with a fragrance, and the teeth and cheeks remained fragrant. Later, I began to get used to this taste. Just like the taste of life, no wonder some people want to say that when you learn to taste tea, you will learn how to look at life.

It's a pity that other people's lives are first bitter and then sweet, and it's worth walking around the world. She has always had a bitter coffee flavor, without sugar and a partner. She thought that there was a lamp in her life to illuminate her life, but she didn't expect to put herself into a deeper abys and be doomed.

Now she is her, not her. In her spare time, she also learned how to make tea and how to figure out life.

Preparing, washing, taking, brewing, end, drinking, watering and clearing are the eight steps of tea brewing. It can also be said that after mastering these eight-character truths, you have mastered the spiritual connotation of tea culture, that is, a cultural phenomenon with distinct cultural characteristics formed through tea making tea, tea appreciation, smelling tea, drinking tea tasting and other habits. It can also be said to be a phenomenon of etiquette.

The ceremony was used in the Xia Qi Dynasty to determine relatives, resolve suspicions, distinguish between similarities and wrong, and distinguish between right and wrong. The Xiaqi Dynasty is rich in tea. Both folk and royal people attach great importance to the tea ceremony and is known as the way of health preservation.

The so-called tea tasting is often a feeling, which varies with the season, environment, and personality.

In terms of the season, if you taste a new tea when the spring breeze blows your face, and suck a mouthful of tender green Biluochun, you will have the pleasure of spring; in the hot summer, drink a cup of green and fragrant "jasmine tea", your body and mind will feel immersed in the green shade; autumn is high and the harvest is in sight, and it is best to rush at that time. A cup of "Longjing" and "Maofeng" slowly squeak, carefully taste, and think about it over and over again, which is a state of mind. In the middle of winter, a cup of "Tieguanyin" and looking at the hot orange tea in the cup will fill your heart with a warm mood.

A stream of heat rises and the fragrance of tea overflows. A cup of tea in front of one person, the tea gradually stretches in the cup, one flag and one shot, up and down, the soup is green, vivid in the eyes. After making tea, the perilla stood quietly behind him.

Tea tasting is like meditation. Drinking tea can clear the mind and nourish the spirit, so there is a saying that "tea has a taste of Zen and tea Zen".

Due to personality, the appearance of tea tasting is also different. Lan Ruoyan quietly looked at Su Mu. This gentleman tasted tea, just like "mi" old wine. Occasionally, he took a small sip and spoke like warm water. He was sure of Mount Tai and sat firmly on the Diaoyutai. The corners of his mouth smiled. In the rising of the tea fog, Lan Ruoyan felt that his face became more and more empty, overlapping with him in his previous life.

"Why did you come here? Isn't there a task?" The stunning woman, dressed in casual casual clothes, drank her own coffee on the balcony and enjoyed this rare scattered time. Her originally indifferent face eased at this moment.

"I came over as soon as the task was completed. When I passed by here, I came by to have a look. How could you enjoy it so much? Of course, I also want to make up a copy." The man opened a chair handsomely and sat down without waiting for the owner to speak.

"It's convenient." The woman's voice is not undulating, and she seems to be used to the man's appearance.

The man picked up the coffee pot at hand, opened a teacup from the table, and poured a cup of coffee. He smelled it at the tip of his nose, "It's delicious, and the craftsmanship is as good as ever. Only yours taste in the coffee I've drunk suits my taste." Then he took a sip and deliberately smashed his mouth and said.

Hearing this, a faint smile suddenly appeared on the woman's indifferent face. The man was slightly narrowing his eyes at this moment and did not notice it.

She knows that he likes to drink the coffee she made. In his spare time, a person often cooks at home, watching the morning light, sunset and night. Although such time is rare, she will always enjoy it.

When she also likes to be alone, he comes quietly and walks quietly.