Author: Sigui Beihong

The tea house on this day was bustling and lively. There was an endless stream of tea drinkers in the lobby on the first floor, which was more than three times more lively than before. Countless young talents gathered here. They talked to each other and greeted each other, even if they were plain

People who were strangers also folded their sleeves and saluted, showing great humility.

"Hey! Isn't this Erlang of the Liu family?" A slightly fat young man stepped forward and greeted the man who had just stepped across the threshold: "What's the matter? Brother, you just married a third concubine last year, and you want to marry him again.

Will the 'Female Yama' be my wife?"

Erlang of the Liu family laughed heartily and said, "Brother Lu is joking, I can't marry 'Female Yama'. I just heard that there will be a tea fighting competition today, so I came here to have a look."

"That's right, that's right." Brother Lu also smiled and said, "Brothers and I have the same thoughts. I heard that Shopkeeper Mo is choosing a son-in-law today. Only the winner of the tea fight can enter the discerning eye of the 'Female Yama'."

"Hey. Big brother, you know how good our brothers are." Liu Erlang said with a smile: "This good tea is like a beauty. It cannot be served unless it is carefully crafted. Unfortunately, brother, I can only groom beauties, but I can't groom them."

Good tea." After saying that, he and Brother Lu laughed together.

He was so carried away that he retreated and bumped into someone. Before he could turn around, the person pushed him hard and shouted: "Be careful!"

Liu Erlang's heart was filled with anger. He turned around and saw two young men standing in front of him. The one who pushed him was quite gorgeous, wearing a dark green fluffy jacket and gauze trousers; while the other one was even more noble.

He was wearing a single shirt with placket sleeves and a brown crane cloak. The so-called crane cloak is a coat woven from crane feathers, which is extremely expensive and gorgeous. His lower body is a pair of dark silk trousers and white-soled boots.

White shoes get dirty easily and are quite troublesome to put away, so ordinary people don't wear them easily. Therefore, most people who wear white shoes when going out are rich or noble people.

This man has fair skin, a face as warm as jade, sharp features, and a rather decent demeanor. He holds a folding fan tightly in his hand and is looking at himself with a smile.

Liu Erlang was about to get angry, but seeing that these two people were unstoppable and they must come from official families, he didn't dare to get angry easily.

The boy who pushed him had a blazing look in his eyes and said, "Brother, be careful when you look at people!"

"Yes." Liu Erlang put away his frivolous appearance and nodded humbly.

The noble young master tapped his young man on the shoulder with a folding fan and said, "I didn't mean it. Everyone should go their own way."

As he spoke, he looked at the layout of the Minglou, but he saw that the antique porcelain and the screen carvings were very particular. Even though he was well-informed, he couldn't help but feel a little bit frustrated.

The young man led the noble young man towards the hall and said as he walked: "This is how it is in the market. Young Master needs to be careful when he is out there."

"What are you being careful about?" The noble master said while looking around: "What the market wants is the appearance of all living beings. If everything is like at home, with everyone bowing their eyebrows and submissive, what's the point of being interested?"

At this time, a waiter came up to him and said, "I dare to ask you, but are you here to fight for tea?"

The noble prince and his servant looked at each other, then smiled and said: "No, we are just walking around. We came to take a look when we saw the excitement here. Please forgive me for any rudeness."

The waiter also laughed and said: "Oh, since all the people who come into the store are customers. I dare to make the decision for you, open a private room on the second floor, and prepare the newly arrived osmanthus, longjing and mung bean cakes for you.

I wonder if that’s what you want?”

Seeing that the man in front of him was very noble and gentle in his speech, the clerk expected that he must come from a wealthy family and must be wealthy, so he wanted to make a lot of money from him.

The noble prince smiled and said, "Is this Longjing produced in Jiangning?"

The waiter laughed and said, "Exactly. It seems that our guest is a master of tea tasting."

The noble prince unfolded his folding fan, covered his mouth, yawned, and chanted: "'A cup of the sun will wake your eyes forever, and the beauty of the grass and trees will make you believe in the spirit.'" Anyway, it is also an elegant thing to drink a cup of fragrant tea when you are sleepy.

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"Yes, yes, please come this way." The waiter led the two of them towards the stairs of the second floor.

They were going upstairs when they heard another commotion outside the door. "Hey! Who is this!" People were talking about it.

The noble prince looked back and saw a luxurious sedan landing at the door, and a beautiful woman in equally luxurious clothes walked out.

"Where's He Lu?" she asked a shop assistant.

The waiter's arm hurt from being squeezed by her, so he could only whisper: "I'm... I don't know."

"Humph!" She pushed the waiter away and strode into the teahouse. Dujuan hurriedly greeted her and said with a smile: "Mrs. Wei, what kind of wind is this that brings you here?"

Mrs. Wei looked her over and said, "Dujuan, I remember you. Where is the Helu man?"

"In my own Zhengqixuan." Du Juan replied.

"Zhengqixuan?" Mrs. Wei frowned, quite puzzled.

Du Juan nodded slightly and explained: "The residence of my eldest daughter's biological mother is called 'Yinglan Ju'. When the eldest daughter was ten years old, she suddenly didn't like the name, so she changed it to 'Zhengqixuan', which is taken from 'Haoran Zhengqi'.

' allusion."

Mrs. Wei nodded and praised: "This is the He Lu I know." Then she turned to Du Juan and said, "Take me to see her quickly."

Dujuan frowned and said with a smile: "I dare to ask you, why are you looking for my eldest daughter now?"

Mrs. Wei's eyes widened and she said, "What? Do you still have to report for me before I can see you?"

"Don't dare, don't dare." Du Juan quickly backed away and explained, "It's just that today is the day when my husband chooses a husband for the girl. Madam, you have come here after such a long journey, I'm afraid...I'm afraid..."

"Are you afraid that I will interfere with your girl's marriage?" Mrs. Wei spoke up for her.

Dujuan just lowered her head and said nothing, which was equivalent to acquiescence.

Mrs. Wei looked up to the sky and laughed, and said: "Yes, I just want to ask your girl for a clear explanation. How can we give ourselves to others so easily with such precious bodies? Hurry! Take me to see her!"

Mrs. Wei spoke in a loud voice, and all the talented people present could hear her clearly. So everyone began to whisper to each other again, and there was a lot of discussion.

Du Juan looked around and felt that if she kept shouting like this, the situation would be even worse, so she saluted repeatedly and said, "Yes, I will take my wife in now. You can come with me." So Du Juan and Mrs. Wei

They walked towards the back hall in tandem.

The noble young man stood at the top of the stairs and stared for a long time, then turned his head and asked the waiter beside him: "Your eldest daughter wants to choose a son-in-law? How to choose a son-in-law?"

The waiter replied: "To be honest, today is full of guests. It is indeed the day for my eldest daughter to choose a husband. As for the method of choosing a husband... you have also seen it, it is a matter of tea art."

"Huh! How strange! How can one choose a son-in-law like this?" the boy beside the noble master said disapprovingly.

The noble prince reminded him in a low voice: "Zhang Di, please don't be rude." Then he smiled apologetically and continued to ask: "I wonder what the eldest daughter of your family is and who her name is?"

This guy found it strange that the guests who came to the teahouse might not know Mo Chenglin, but all of them knew Mo Yunxiao. But since the guests asked, they had to answer. So he said: "My eldest girl's last name is

Mo, my name is Yunxiao, and my small name is Helu."

"Mo Yunxiao?" Zhang Di couldn't help but screamed. But as soon as he screamed, he immediately felt something was inappropriate and quickly covered his mouth with his hands.

"What are you shouting about?" Your Excellency scolded him slightly displeasedly.

Zhang Di hurriedly approached him and said in his ear: "Young Master, have you ever heard of this witty saying in the city of Tokyo? 'I would rather touch Kaifeng Mansion than Mo Yunxiao; I would rather be jealous than meet Mo Holu'."

"Oh?" Your Excellency was a little surprised, and at the same time he was curious, so he asked, "Where do you start talking about this?"

"Sir, I heard someone say this before when I went out on the street. I don't know the exact details." Zhang Di replied.

The shop assistant smiled awkwardly and hurriedly urged: "You two should come with the younger one."

He brought the two of them into an elegant room and introduced: "It must be the first time for these two guests to come here. Our teahouse is no different from other tea shops and teahouses. We don't have singers and dancers. We only have good tea and snacks.

But..." He pointed to a desk on the right and said, "There are Go and chess here. If you two are free, you can play a game."

"Thank you for your hard work." Zhang Di bowed repeatedly, took out a small silver ingot from his arms, stuffed it into the shop assistant's hand, and said, "A small profit is not a sign of respect."

But the waiter hurriedly pushed his hand and said: "It can't be done. You don't know, we don't do this in Minglou."

The noble master was still looking at the layout of the room, but he was shocked when he heard his words. He turned around and asked, "What?"

The waiter smiled bitterly and said, "The rules set by our eldest lady are to only charge tea money and nothing else."

The noble young man's eyes lit up and he said to himself: "Interesting."

"Wait a moment, sir. I'm going to prepare tea for you now." He was about to leave when he was stopped by the noble master: "Wait a moment, you just said that today is the day when the eldest girls in your family have a tea fight to choose a son-in-law.

.Then those people down there are all here to choose a son-in-law?”

"Exactly." The store clerk replied.

The young master asked again: "What kind of tea are they fighting for?"

"It's the snow bud tea, which is a specialty of Mount Emei." the shop assistant replied.

The young master nodded and said, "I don't want my sweet-scented osmanthus and Longjing tea. Give me this snow bud tea too."

The store clerk and Zhang Di were both shocked when they heard this and looked at him with wide eyes.

The young master smiled and said, "What? Am I not worthy of a tea fight?"

"No, no, no, little one, let's go right now." After the boy said that, he hurriedly left.

Zhang Di hurriedly closed the door and came up to him and said, "Sir, do you also want to participate in this tea fight?"

The young master walked up and down with a smile and said, "This Mo Yunxiao is really curious. I want to meet this person."

"This girl is not easy to deal with." Zhang Di reminded.

The young master nodded, turned around and asked again: "The one who was yelling in the hall just now, is Zeng Bu's wife Mrs. Wei?"

"It must be her." Zhang Di said: "This Mrs. Wei is very domineering, just like Mo Yunxiao."

The young master laughed, walked to the screen, admired the paintings on it, and said no more words.
Chapter completed!