22, bet

Zhong Zicheng couldn't help but be speechless. He is not so much talking about tea as he is looking for a mess. How can he bring a tea set? With his taste of tea drinking and the tea that he usually can't even be named, he doesn't dare to take it out now.

"I came out to hunt this time, and the last general didn't bring a tea set." Zhong Zicheng had to shirk and said, "Since Qinrou Junjun is a master of tea ceremony, we might as well ask her to help make tea, or ask her to be a referee."

Zhong Zicheng's purpose is very simple, which is to officially meet her because the seventh prince is familiar with Qinrou Junjun. He is confident that as long as Qinrou Junjun looks at him, he can attract the attention of Junjun. With his own talent, he will never be under the little white face of the seventh prince. What's more, since ancient times, beautiful women have hoped that their husbands are heroes. Only a good man like himself deserves a beautiful woman like Qinrou Junjun.

"The general can bring his favorite tea. Let's go to Junjun for help while it's still early." The seventh prince knew that Zhong Zicheng didn't know the tea ceremony at all, so he was willing to squeeze him again.

"This is not prepared in advance. Since the seventh prince likes tea ceremony, there should be a lot of good tea. I don't know if the seventh prince is willing to give up his love?" Zhong Zicheng is also a master of bullshit.

"As for me, I always go to Junjun to get tea. I usually drink some tribute tea in the palace, which is not the best tea. Well, I know that Junjun has brought a lot of good tea. Let's ask her for tea." The seventh prince was greedy by him, and he also wanted to see this person who didn't measure his strength make jokes and take the opportunity.

"Okay, I've heard for a long time that Junjun's tea art is unparalleled in the world, and I just have seen it." Of course, Zhong Zicheng was happy to promise.

So, the two walked side by side to Beiyuan, followed by Zhou Huan, who was ready to watch a joke, and Zhong Zicheng, who was worried.

As Zhong Zicheng's close confidant, his entourage knew very well about his master's catties. Whether the tea he drank was a few hundred taels per catty or a few copper plates per catty, there was no difference. As long as it was soaked, he didn't even look at it, and he drank it as soon as he raised his neck. If you want to compare the tea ceremony with the seven princes who look polite, it is simply a shameful end.

On the way, Zhong Zicheng suddenly stopped the footsteps of the seventh prince and tried to squeeze out a kind smile and said, "Seventh prince, how about we have a comparison today?"

The seventh prince really admires him. Few people dare to bet with him, because he is destined to win very low. The seventh prince's erudentism is very famous in the Guozijian, which even the masters have to be convinced. It is also because of his outstanding talent that few people dare to over-exact with him, because they will be embarrassing if they get along with him for a long time. Only Wei Qike, who has few roots, will fight with the seventh prince heartlessly, and most of the princes like Wei Qitong simply admire the seventh prince, but they do not have a deep friendship with him.

"Okay, I haven't bet for a long time. What does the general want to bet on? What?" The seventh prince agreed with great pleasure

"Let's bet on the tea ceremony." Zhong Zicheng still said bluntly, "Wait a minute, please ask Junjun to make a judgment. Who is really worthy of her as a confidant."

The seventh prince was not angry. This Zhong Zicheng was simple and cute. Although he tried his best to pretend to compete with him, he couldn't help saying his real intention.

"Since it's a bet, of course you have to make a bet. What is General Zhong going to bet on?" The seventh prince said with a smile.

"If I lose, I will look ahead of you in the future. If you ask me to go east, I will never go west." Zhong Zicheng replied cheerfully, "But if you lose, don't pester Junjun anymore. Don't worry, you are the prince after all. I won't let you be my subordinate. I still know this respect and inferiority.

"Entangle the county? This word is very inappropriate. The seventh prince couldn't help sighing at Cheng Yuanjia's charm. Unexpectedly, even this old man was deeply in love with her and did not hesitate to bet with him.

"Have you never pestered her?" Zhong Zicheng said disdainfully.

"I just make friends with Junjun. We meet occasionally. She invited me to tea, and I invited her to play chess. Is it possible that I don't even have the freedom to make friends?

"This..." Zhong Zicheng was suddenly a little embarrassed. The seventh prince and Qinrou Junjun have always been innocent. What he knew was that the two had a better relationship, and what he saw these days was that Qinrou Junjun came to find the seventh prince, instead of the seventh prince took the initiative to find Qinrou Junjun. If it is entanglement, Maybe I will pester myself.

"Then change it. If you lose, you can't marry the county king." Zhong Zicheng was a little confused.

"This is even more impossible. You also know that I am the prince, and my marriage is not decided by myself. If the emperor gives me the king to marry, but I refuse to marry, it is a protest. You should know what the consequences are. The seventh prince was speechless.

"This doesn't work, that doesn't work. Well, you can say you can lose." Zhong Zicheng can only make concessions.

"Well, if I lose, I will give you all my tea leaves." The seventh prince smiled and said, "Since General Zhong also likes tea, you can't refuse my bet."

Zhong Zi became angry. If he lost, he would be a subordinate to the seventh prince. If the seventh prince lost, he only gave him tea. Then he was not too bad. On second thought, as long as the seventh prince loses, he will win the favor of the prince. In the future, the prince's bosom friend is himself, and the seventh prince will no longer have the opportunity to get close to the prince. Even if there is no bet, he will not get less benefits.

"Okay, that's a deal." Zhong Zicheng agreed very quickly.

Zhou Huanqiang, who followed him, resisted his smile and his stomach was about to shrink into his stomach.

In the courtyard where the empress dowager lived, Cheng Yuanjia, accompanied by the maid, sat in the water garden and stroked the piano. She is used to wearing white wide clothes and wide sleeves, spreading out, accompanied by a slight evening breeze and her wonderful piano sound, a wonderful scenery.

Without approaching the water house, the seventh prince stopped outside, grabbed Zhong Zicheng, who was about to enter, and stood quietly outside the water house.

"What's wrong? Are you scared? Zhong Zicheng still has no consciousness.

The seventh prince glanced at him and said, "Do you think it's polite to go in now to disturb Junjun playing the piano?"

Zhong Zicheng was stunned, giggled and said nothing more.

After playing a song, Cheng Yuanjia looked up at the outside of the water house and said, "Since the seventh prince is here, please come in."

"I'm disturbing Junjun Yaxing." The seventh prince apologized loudly and walked into the waterside.

Zhong Zicheng hurriedly followed, and also said, "This song should only be in the sky. You can hear it a few times in the world. It's really a comfort in life that you can listen to the song of Junjun's stroking the piano."

The seventh prince was a little surprised that it was rare for this rough man to come up with such sour words.

Zhong Zicheng was also very proud of this. This was said when he heard a young master praise the pianist's piano skills at a prince's party half a year ago. At that time, he felt so sour that he fell to his teeth. Just now, when the seventh prince stopped him from going in to disturb Junjun's stroking the piano, he began to use his brain to please Junjun's words, and he couldn't help thinking of this. Sentence.

Cheng Yuanjia didn't care about Zhong Zicheng's flattery at all. She waved her hand and asked the maid to add two seats next to her. Zhou Huan sat down against the railing of the water house. As for Zhong Zicheng's entourage, he waited outside the water house.

Cheng Yuanjia nod her head slightly to the seventh prince and Zhou Huan, which was considered to be a greeting. She made friends with the seventh prince, and she didn't have to care about those noble etiquette. Zhou Huan is still a cloth, without any official position. It is reasonable that he wants to salute her, but he was originally a chivalrous man and a descendant of the Zhou family. She will not force him to salute in her capacity.

Zhong Zicheng was embarrassed. As a matter of his identity, he was just a prince. Even if his father saw the prince, he would salute, let alone him. Although his father and the Junjun have the same grade in grade, and they are both the second grade, the Junjun is at least a royal identity. If you are not polite, he is the king, and he is a minister. What's more, his own grade is the partial general of the fourth grade. He is two grades and six grades away from Junjun, and it is the first official visit. If he doesn't pay a big visit, I'm afraid he will be charged with great disrespect.

However, even the Baiding of the Zhou family did not salute to Junjun, but he saluted himself, which was not too cheap.