My Cold and Proud President's Wife

Chapter 1735 Drinking Tea

"The following things will definitely not be smooth sailing. As far as I know, the emperor did not have a concubine who was born in a tea field, and you, my lord, do not have such a concubine." Chen Mo said.

"Yeah, things in this world are not like those in a storybook after all, and there will always be unsatisfactory existences at any time."

The prince drank the green liquid in the cup in one gulp, and as he put it on the jade table, the air was full of dense and mixed, and after a while, the cup was filled with green liquid again.

"This is the tea I tried to imitate with my cultivation. After all, it's not tea, and it's not her handicraft. It tastes a bit bitter and doesn't have the original fragrance." The prince's nails tapped on the table, bit by bit The melody is exciting.

"I don't know..." Chen Mo couldn't help asking when he saw the green liquid in the prince's cup, wondering how attractive it was.

"Drink it. Anyway, it's not the tea she roasted herself. It's just a substitute for a cup of cultivation. The real tea has already been turned into dust along with the long river of history."

The prince looked lonely, watching the green liquid in the cup being taken out by Chen Mo, and then drank it into his own mouth.

Chen Mo only thought that the tea that Wang Ye loved so much naturally had a mouthful of fragrance, so he drank the tea in Wang Ye's cup in one gulp.

Who would have thought that this cup of tea would be so bitter and unpalatable, Chen Mo could only feel the taste in his mind, and couldn't help turning his head to spit it out.

"It still looks so bitter, I can simulate one-third of the taste." The prince smiled, "You don't know, when I drank this cup of tea for the first time, my expression was worse than yours. If it wasn't for the tea picking girl I can't swallow the look of hope."

What happened later...was like that.

The tea picking girl has always wanted to be a tea master. Their whole family makes tea as a career. No one practices it. They just like to live a simple life.

There is a simple stove and iron pot in this hut, which was originally used for cooking, but every time the tea picker picks tea, she will try to fry tea on her own iron pot.

There are no other spices to accompany, and there is no profound skill of frying tea, but the tea fried in a small cooking pot has a bit of taste.

The emperor and the prince only thought that the tea picking girl was highly skilled, so they begged the tea picking girl to fry a piece of tea on the spot, so that they could taste the taste.

The two of them said that they came from the imperial city and the added value was low. They had drank a lot of tea in their lives, and they still had some pointers on the tea frying technique.

In fact, they don't know anything about fried tea, it's nothing more than because the tea they drink in the imperial city is the best tea, so they have some understanding of tea after going back and forth.

The tea picking girl never heard that someone was interested in making tea by herself. After hearing what the two said, she cheered for a while, immediately lit the fire, took out a small portion of tea, and put it in the heated iron pot.

After all, there is a special tea-frying master in the family, and the picked tea leaves will be handed over to the tea-frying master after all. Even if the tea-picking girl yearns for the skill of tea-frying, she dare not delay the family's business.

The spatula rubbed against the iron pan, just like an ordinary woman cooking in the field.

How can the real fried tea be handled like stir-fried vegetables? All fried tea is fried tea. The master stirs it with his hands, senses the temperature of the iron pot and the degree of heat of the tea with his hands, and uses his experienced experience to get a pot of fried tea. .

Today's tea-picking women don't know this, they only know that tea leaves can be drunk after roasting. The skill of roasting tea in the family has always been passed down from male to female.

The two brothers waited here for some time, and then saw the tea-picking woman holding a wooden tray with dozens of curled-up tea leaves in the wooden tray.

The tea leaves are black and don't look like fine tea.But with the hopeful eyes of the tea picker and the little sweat on their foreheads, the two finally found cups, boiled mountain springs, and put the tea in it.

Maybe it's because of the tea leaves, or maybe it's because of the tea picking skills of the tea pickers.After the tea leaves were put into the water, they stretched out and released their green color at the same time, which was the same color as the cup of tea in the prince's hand.

After all, although the current prince can't imitate all the flavors, his appearance is realistic enough.

The two brothers are used to drinking good tea in the imperial city. When did they drink such rough tea?After the prince drank the tea, he immediately vomited it out, just like the current Chen Mo.

After the emperor drank the tea, although his face was ugly, he swallowed it after all.

"Do you know? From that moment on, I thought that Brother Huang was someone who could do great things. That's why I had the ability to fight for the throne but never took action." The tea in the prince's cup was full again.

"At that time, the emperor had already ascended the throne. Even if you wanted to fight for the throne, it was difficult to implement it. Why did you say something like this?" Chen Mo didn't understand. In the dynasties' struggle for hegemony in the three realms, if there was no rebellion, otherwise no one would persecute the already ascended emperor.

In other words, forcing the emperor to abdicate in the Three Realms is already a major rebellion.

"This is the world of Saint Yuan. It is different from the world you used to live in. The emperors of the dynasty have always been capable. Later, my cultivation base has improved by leaps and bounds, surpassing the emperor brother by a lot. There are also many people who are urging me. Compete with the emperor for the throne."

The prince once again drank the tea in one gulp and swallowed it with difficulty.

"But I refused, because I couldn't bear it by nature. Human beings are necessary for doing great things, but I don't have this characteristic."

"But you now..." Chen Mo said.

"Now I'm not called forbearance, this is called nostalgia. Only the taste of this tea can remind me of the tea picking girl in the past. After a long time, my eyes are blurred by drunkenness and gold, and I want to keep a piece of innocence. It's really hard to remember."

The prince's eyes are full of loneliness, which is very different from the wise prince in Chen Mo's impression, but there must be a reason for the prince's change, and Chen Mo stopped talking, and quietly listened to the story behind.

The following story records the following things...

After the prince sprayed out the wiping water, he looked at the tea picker intentionally or unintentionally, and he could see the trace of loneliness in the tea picker's eyes.

On the other hand, after the emperor drank the tea, he won the favor of the tea picker. The emperor smiled and encouraged the tea picker. Although his mouth was bitter, he still endured it.

It's just that the emperor forgot how the tea picking girl would not drink the tea she roasted. The emperor's behavior was nothing more than sympathy and comfort in the eyes of the tea frying girl.

They got along like this for three days, and the three of them were just acquaintances. Later, the emperor and the prince left together.

"If it's just like this, this is a perfect story." Wang Ye said.