The moon is full like a jade plate, and silver light shines on the hills, as if a beauty is walking in white clothes. Everyone is lying or standing, crying, laughing or sad. The scenery in front of him, the heart, and the talent in his belly are spitting out, and it is a brilliant story, adding a bit of rouge red color to this beautiful moonlight.

Seven poems were made in succession, and everyone rated them during the meal, with Xu's poems as the first. Xu Youyi was not here, so he was a little humble, so he ordered people to bring up a beautiful food box and smiled and said, "The so-called beautiful scenery, food, and beauty are indispensable. Tonight, I didn't treat it well, so I forgot to invite famous prostitutes from Qiantang to sing songs and accompany them, but there are still delicious food. Everyone, try it. This is a pastry made by the girl in my house, and it tastes pretty good!"

Du Sheng opened the lid in a hurry, exclaimed lightly, and said, "Ha, the word "Fu" is engraved. What kind of cake is this? It looks weird, I'll try it!"

It is sweet but not greasy, and it is a rare delicacy. Du Sheng is a better family than others and has no shortage of food and food. He is also a famous foodie in the West Lake Club, but he also praised this strange fortune cake. Others laughed and grabbed one of them. Not to mention anything else, eating desserts after drinking is refreshed and refreshed, and their spirits are refreshed.

Wu Shixing's family is the poorest. He can eat a lot of food and rarely taste it. He asked curiously: "What is this?"

"Ghee, malt sugar, sesame, bean paste, almonds and egg yolks, etc., and maybe there are other ones. Mix them evenly and then steam them in the cage. Anyway, the process is complicated and fine, so I can't figure it out." Xu You smiled and said, "But this cake is like the Mid-Autumn Festival month, which is exactly 'a small cake is like chewing the moon, with crisp and sauerk in it', so I call it moon cake."

"Mooncake? Good name!" Bao Hu licked the cakes scattered with his palms and sighed with satisfaction: "It's always a pity to have cakes but no tea..."

Xu You pointed at him and joked: "Brother Yue Shi is not here to gather, it is clearly here to rob wealth."

Bao Hu was a little embarrassed and said, "I mentioned it casually, I care about it in a slight way!"

Wang Rong laughed and said, "Yue Shi went to my place to eat lightly and enjoy it. It's just a little bit of money. If we don't rob your wealth, wouldn't we be sorry for you?"

Xu You were willing to take the lead and said helplessly: "I am unlucky when I meet you. This is not the West Lake Poetry Society, it is clearly a thief's nest in West Lake!"

Everyone was laughing uncontrollably. Shen Meng, who was eating mooncakes with a gentle mouth, almost choked. Zhou Yong quickly stroked his back and relieved his breath, complaining: "Restrain your mind, don't laugh at others. Our eight sons in West Lake are really famous all over the world..."

Zhou Yong is a little cold and humorous. To this day, everyone's personalities have begun to appear. Wang Rong is arrogant and proud, while Shen Meng is calm and composed.

Bao Hu is honest and honest, Wu Shixing is smooth and sensitive, Du Sheng is enthusiastic and a hero, Zhou Yong is steady and righteous, each with his own characteristics, and each has his own advantages and disadvantages.

"Spring tea is over, winter tea is in short supply. Isn't it difficult for you to make a fuss?" Wu Shixing smiled and held a grudge against the unfairness.

Shen Meng said intriguedly: "If Weizhi is a god, maybe she will make you tea at this time. Unfortunately, Weizhi is a banished immortal in the poem, and is no longer in the palace in the sky. How can we get tea for us on these 46 days without trust? Isn't it?"

This is the first time someone mentioned the title of the exiled immortal. Xu You had to steal the poem, but he never felt complacent about it, and he did not dare to take Li Taibai's name for himself. He said seriously: "Yunming, don't joke. You Ye Yiguang is already the world's love, and you can barely accept it. The Nine Doks praised by Dazhong Zheng have actually passed a little, let alone the exiled immortal? If you agree to me, I will never mention the word exiled immortal from now on, and I will make it difficult for me to change some good tea to cheer up. How about it?"

Du Sheng grabbed Xu You's arm and laughed and said, "Is there really a magic method that can't be achieved? OK, okay, I'll respond to everyone. The exiled immortal is also guilty and is not worthy of being criticized. Hurry up, let me see what good tea is?"

Shen Meng was shocked to realize that although the title of banished immortal sounded nice, deep down, he was also a criminal who was exiled to heaven. He was so similar to Xu You's experience. No wonder he was so resistant, but he couldn't apologize at this time, which seemed too deliberate and too stupid.

Du Sheng seems young, but he is delicate and has a better understanding of human feelings than himself. This is the confidence of the aristocratic families to cultivate their children. What they see and think all day long is far beyond ordinary people. They are not always visible and do not show off. Once they encounter serious matters, the sensitivity of the details will be shocked.

Shen Mengda looked at Du Sheng with a deep meaning, with a smile on his face, but he refused to speak nonsense anymore.

Xu You couldn't stand Du Sheng's entanglement, so he clapped his hands and ordered his maid to serve tea. He also used tea sets that were only found in later generations made by Tiangongfang, and personally performed the unique tea art of this era.

Not to mention Bao Huwu Shixing, even Du Sheng and Wang Rong, who were well-informed, were shocked. Zhou Yong said in surprise: "Weizhi, what kind of tea is this? It looks as hard as bricks and tiles, but it can be gently cut into pieces. There is also the fragrance of the nose, like orchids and osmanthus. I don't even want to drink it, I even read through history books and never even see it."

Wang Rong also said: "The tea is strange, but this tea set is even more strange. Ordinary people use bowls, gentry uses cups, and dignitaries use gold, silver, porcelain, glass cups, but these..." He was exhausted for a while and looked at Wu Shixing for help. Wu Shixing took over and said: "These tea utensils with many names, but they each perform their own duties, and they are indispensable. When they are slightly manipulated, they are like flowing water, which makes people immerse themselves in a rare comfort and comfort. I don't know where the customs are? The Wei people are not like! The Western Regions are not like! Or is it passed from the Great Food in the Tianzhu?"

Xu You made a big splash if he didn't make a sound. He directly imitated Lu Yu's "Tea Classic" and burned twenty-four instruments. Not to mention the purpose, just showing his posture is enough to make people stunned.

"I'm wrong with retreating! This is not a custom in any place, but a tea art that the winged man learned from Buddhism. I don't know much about the specific situation. However," Xu You picked up the cup and invited everyone to taste it together, saying: "This tea is named Qingqueshu. If you talk about the taste, it is really unparalleled in the world!"

When Qingque Tongue made her debut, she won everyone's applause. She was used to tasting bitter raw tea like vegetable soup. Drinking such cumbersome and high-end fried tea was like a rural villager entering the palace, from lips and tongue to lungs, eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind to color, sound, smell, taste, touch, and methods, all of them were happy until they died, and they were all floating in the celestial world.

This is not only an improvement in the tea ceremony, but also a sublimation of the quality of lifestyle and pretentious levels. Literatures are good wine, nobles are good tea. Wine is just a medium of articles and nature, but tea is a symbol of class and secularism. You can not drink wine, but you must not drink tea.

The emergence of the blue-croaked tongue will definitely make the class differentiation more obvious, because an obvious truth: the poor will definitely not be able to afford this tea!

When the wine reached the bottom and the tea was thick, Du Sheng shouted: "Brother Yunming, I heard that you can do a duck dance. I want to see the style long ago, but I wonder if it is possible?"

If it were other dynasties, if men were asked to dance during the meal, it would be an indelible death hatred. However, in the State of Chu, the trend was first. Such a thing was just a pediatric department and could not be considered a rule.

Shen Mengzheng was upset about his mistake just now. When Du Sheng spoke, he guessed that he was deliberately setting up a platform for him to remedy. He was grateful and agreed with all the reasons. He smiled and said, "What's wrong?" After that, he put on his clothes, put on a flat towel, stood in the bright moon, and danced slowly on the extreme side of the mountain.

Xu You praised: "They are solemn, as if they want to fly. They are shrouded in the mat, and they are slim in the clothes and slim. They are so clumsy that they are hiding their collars. They are so suspicious that they are hiding in the complex festivals, and suddenly they are like eagles rising!" Then they led everyone to play the festivals together and have fun. The mountain stream is quiet and singing and dancing. At this point, what else can we ask for?

"Weizhi, how much memory is left in this tea?"

I don’t know how long it took, but Wang Rong’s arrogance didn’t care about licking his face and speaking to Xu You. It can be imagined how big the shock brought by the Qingque Tongue was.

Xu You smiled and said, "It's still a little bit!"

Wang Rong rubbed his hands and smiled bitterly, "I'll take a few pieces of money and take them back for my father to taste. He would not be happy if he had no tea for a day. If he knew that I was lucky enough to taste the Qingque Tongue and did not bring some back for him, he would be furious! I also know that this tea is worth a thousand gold, and if he has too much money, he would probably get five bricks!"

Xu You pretended to be angry and said, "Uncle Gong looks down on me? You and I have already formed a marriage alliance with each other. Isn't it a ridiculous thing to talk about money? Everyone here, I will give you all ten bricks, and drink them again in the future and take them all. I dare not say anything else, but the green bird tongue is definitely enough!"

Wang Rong was overjoyed and stood up to bow and apologize. The others smiled and then wrote poems while they were excited. They couldn't sleep all night. The seven people actually wrote thirty-two poems and five poems on the moon, all of which were the best.

Zhang Mo chose these people at the beginning, both like-minded and mutually sympathetic. Most of the poetry talents were far superior to those of their peers. After dawn, Xu You ordered people to collect poems and essays into books, with the bibliography of "The Mid-Autumn Festival Collection of West Lake Poetry Society", and handed them to Tianqingfang with thousands of copies. First, the arranged storytellers promoted it, and used the Mid-Autumn Festival as the theme, missing relatives, friends, and parting, and promoting the beautiful vision of looking forward to family reunion on Mid-Autumn night. Then, flowers first, then the moon, drinking wine to discuss poetry, and moon cakes with fragrant tea, which is extremely elegant.

Xu You was very famous, and Wang Rong and others were also very famous. As soon as the booklet was released, it became popular immediately. Not only did the poems in it spread, but the Mid-Autumn Festival, the full moon cakes, the green sparrow tongue, and the duck dance also became popular.

When the news reached Wu County, Gu remembered that Xu You seemed to have sent a hundred bricks of green and blue tongues. However, he was busy with the aftermath of this period, and the tea bricks were placed in the warehouse and few people were interested in it. So he took them out and tasted them. Sure enough, it was beautiful and far better than all the teas he had drunk before, especially Xu Chui, the number one in Zhang Zihua, who only drank one cup and wrote four big words: The most delicious thing in the world, and ordered people to send them to Mingyu Mountain.

Xu You was so smart that he knew the elegance when he heard the strings and songs. He immediately gave him a petal and plum blossoms and sent Zhang Zihua a hundred bricks of green sparrow tongues, indicating that he was not too generous to the other, and replied to a poem with the tea:

Sitting and drinking the cold water, watching the dust and dust. There is no way to hold a bowl and send it to the tea lover.
Chapter completed!