9, struggle

"I have also drunk Liujian tea before. How is it slightly different from this?" The seventh prince ignored the tasteless one next to him and continued: "Liujian tea is made of the first spore grown on the spring tea tree. It is reasonable that there will not be this fragrance of plum blossoms, and I don't see plum blossoms in the leaves of Junjun's tea, but why does this tea have the fragrance of plum blossoms? How did you do this?"

"The seventh prince is really powerful. Even this is noticed by you." Cheng Yuanjia praised: "Ordinary Liujian tea does not have the fragrance of plum blossoms. This tea is smoked separately with plum blossoms picked from last winter, so I smoked the plum blossom fragrance into the tea, so that the fragrance of Liujian tea is not enough to make up for it."

"Good means." The seventh prince stroked his palm and praised, "It's enough to smell the fragrance of tea before tasting the taste of tea today."

"Please ask the prince to taste what's different about this tea." Cheng Yuanjia said confidently.

The seventh prince nodded, took a small sip, let the tea stay a little on the tip of his tongue, and then slowly slid down his tongue into his throat.

"How's it going?" Cheng Yuanjia looked forward to it.

"Good tea, it's really a rare good tea." The seventh prince reluctantly pecked again, and then continued: "The entrance is slightly astringent, like the warmth and coldness of spring, and the tea soup is smooth, like the spring breeze brushing the face. After swallowing it, it is full of fragrance, and it is even more sweet. What's more rare is that the willow tip has a slight bitter taste, which is diluted by the sweet taste of plum blossoms, making the tea even more memorable. Good tea."

Cheng Yuanjia's little face was full of a proud smile and said, "Although Liu Jian tea is also a good tea, it also has many defects. The tea I reprocessed can be regarded as a really good tea.

The seventh prince took a sip, put down the teacup and said, "I'm afraid the only shortcoming is this water. Indeed, without good water, the taste of tea will always be lacking. The water is less clear and thicker, and it is not suitable for making green tea."

"This is also where I am dissatisfied." Cheng Yuanjia sighed softly, "I have searched all the places near the capital. There is no good spring water at all. The only place I found can barely use, but the water quality is also unsatisfactory."

The seventh prince and Cheng Yuanjia chatted. Wei Qike next to him was confused. In his opinion, the tea was a little bitter, and the wine was not delicious. Why didn't these two people finish talking about it? So he came out to yawn, and he only had to observe the expressions of the two people for fun. Looking at it, I found an interesting phenomenon.

Although the two have a sense of bosom friend between their words, the more polite they talk, the more polite they are, and their eyes are carefully avoided and never touch each other. The seventh prince has been looking at the teacup or the tea in the teacup, while Cheng Yuanjia is staring at his teapot and teapot. Normally, as a famous girl, it is normal for Cheng Yuanjia not to look at strange men. However, Wei Qike knows her cousin very well. She is definitely not an easily shy person. Because she is born noble, she always shows arrogance when she talks to people. And the seventh prince is more familiar with him. He has been a classmate with the seventh prince for three years. He knows that although he is not born high and his mother's status is low, he is the prince and the emperor's flesh and blood. Even if the other party is a modest prince, he is very polite to the seventh prince. In particular, the seventh prince is honest and treats people very decently and will never come out. Now he dares not look at the other party today, and his expression clearly shows that he is not shy, but escaping.

Because the two people were avoiding each other's eyes, they didn't find that the other didn't look at themselves at all.

Wei Qike has always been less nervous, and he didn't take it to heart when he found this situation, and he was very happy. As long as the seventh prince did not rob his cousin with him, if he reminded him, they would look at each other, and he would cry even more.

In fact, these two people also know in their hearts.

Since the seventh prince sat down, Cheng Yuanjia's yuan god has been restless in the depths, as if the soul that has been lonely for a long time has finally found support. The wanderer who has been away from home for a long time has returned to her home. That kind of eagerness and expectation makes her have the desire to throw herself into her arms. She had suspected that the seventh prince was the reincarnation of Qian Yun, but he had nothing to do with Qian Yun. Zhou Qianyun is a talented martial arts master. He began to practice martial arts freely, so he has a strong physique, and because of his arrogance and unrestrainedness, he looks at the people and things around him with a high expression all the time, as if nothing can make him give in. But the seventh prince has a completely different temperament. Although he can speak literature and martial arts, neither of them can stand proudly at that time. It can only be said that he is involved in both aspects and has a certain ability. He is kind to people and speaks and does with humility and amiability. In terms of temperament, the two are different from each other. No matter how you look at it, there will be no intersection. In terms of appearance, the two have their own advantages, and they are also handsome. The lines on Qianyun's face are like knives, like a sword out of the scabbard, and the lines of the seven princes are soft, like a finely carved jade.

It was precisely because the two people were not similar at all that Cheng Yuanjia finally judged that the seventh prince was not the person she was looking for.

However, her inner expectations did not fade away because of her judgment, but became stronger with the approach of the seventh prince.

The seventh prince Wei Yihao is also having a hard time at this moment. If he can, he wants to hug her immediately and never be separated from her again. This is not about her beauty, but the more and more uncontrollable desire in his heart is like a desert that has been dry for a long time. Finally, a rainy cloud comes. That kind of crazy desire makes him I almost wanted to escape immediately.

The two people who were sitting in trouble chatted for a while. Finally, because the charcoal fire in the tea stove burned out, Cheng Yuanjia left on the grounds of going back to the room to get carbon. At this time, it was also time for Wei Qitong to go out to greet the bride. According to the marriage custom, Wei Qike also wanted to go with him. Once, he had no time to find someone to entertain the seventh prince. He said that he was going to go out, so he ran away.

The seventh prince was left to sit on the top of the fake mountain alone. He looked at the seat Cheng Yuanjia had sat in and was silent.

He sat like this, and he didn't know how long he had been sitting. He only knew that the tea had been too cold to be cold, and he only knew that the shade of the trees was about to be unable to be the sun.

Two arms embroidered with pink peach blossoms on the cuffs stretched out from behind him, gently hugged his shoulder, and leaned against a soft body behind his back. A very beautiful voice came from his ear: "Seventh prince, please don't move. Can you let me lean on you for a while?"

From this embroidery and this sound, the seventh prince recognized that Cheng Yuanjia had returned to the top of the fake mountain.

At this moment, his nose was sore and he almost cried. The desire in his heart was satisfied at this moment, and the fullness and emotion in his heart made him want to cry happily.

Cheng Yuanjia finally did not overcome the deep expectation of his yuan god. When his cousin left, he quietly returned to the rockery. Looking at the lonely and thin back of the seventh prince, she was rarely conscious. When she woke up, she had inexplicably hugged his shoulder, and her whole body was attached to his back. Although this unreasonable behavior made her little face suddenly turn red, her yuan spirit settled down, as if she had finally found her own destination.

Two boys and girls who didn't grow up quietly leaned together on the top of the fake mountain where no one noticed. After a cup of tea, Cheng Yuanjia blushed and let go of the seventh prince.

With the distance, a feeling called loss rose in their hearts at the same time, and they couldn't wait to rely on it for a while. However, this kind of unreasonable and unreasonable behavior is very inappropriate once in a while, and both of them are so embarrassed that they don't know how to deal with themselves.

"The seventh prince, the little girl is impetuous for a moment. I hope the prince will not be surprised." Cheng Yuanjia's face was still red like a ripe apple and said, "Please don't reveal the little girl's rude behavior to anyone just now. The little girl is very grateful."

"The gentleman's words are heavy." With the snuggle for a while just now, the seventh prince was already satisfied and said quickly, "Just now, it was just that the Junjun was in a bad mood, and Yihao also tried his best to help the Junjun relieve his mood. It's just that I was only learning, my words were clumsy, and I failed to do my best, which disappointed the Junjun."

The two looked up at the same time, and their eyes were entangled for the first time.