Liuli and Yan Qing met twice, afraid that he would recognize him, so he knew that Qiyun Mountain was also the Ling family's property, so he became wary of it, so he hurriedly hid out.

So, when Yan Qing came to the tea room, only Ling Hua was there.

Ling Hua sat at the table, shaking the round fan in her hand, slowly and slowly, the round fan rolled up the wind thread, gently blew the hair on her ears, a beautiful look that was carefully dressed up was really thrilling.

Yan Qing walked into the tea room and saw the person at a glance. She suddenly stopped and felt the urge to turn around and want to leave.

The shopkeeper stood behind Yan Qing and laughed and said, "Please ask me, the person inside is my master." After that, he helped close the door with great thoughtfulness.

Zhao Quanneng is naturally a personal talent as the shopkeeper of the Bafang Gambling House. If he thought something was wrong before, he already understood that the master was coming today for the little Marquis of Yan.

As soon as the door behind him closed, Yan Qing was probably based on his instinctive resistance to dangerous things in his body or his heart. His body stiffened slightly and his face became tense.

Ling Hua saw clearly, paused the round fan in his hand, and continued to shake as if nothing had happened, without saying a word.

Yan Qing looked tense for a while, and still stood at the door, speaking hard to Ling Hua from a long distance, "Wifang Gambling House privately changed my secret bet without my consent. What did Miss Ling say?"

Ling Hua looked at Yan Qing and thoughts, without any leakage on his face, and his tone was light, "The gambling house has the rules of the gambling house. Under the big rules, the small rules are indeed not very consistent, and it is half the fault. What does the little Marquis of Yan want to say?"

When Yan Qing heard this, she thought Ling Hua was reasonable and said, "I only recognize my bets at Bafang Gambling."

Ling Hua nodded as he spoke, "Yes, but I have a condition."

"you say."

Ling Hua pointed at the opposite side of him, "The little Marquis of Yan came here to accompany me to drink tea for an hour. I will send someone to send it to Duanjing Hou Mansion in person."

Yan Qing: "..."

He looked at Ling Hua, her face was radiant, but she was as bright as the sun and the moon. Even if he didn't look at women much, he knew that her appearance could not be chosen by two people in the capital. Her expression was too calm and light, which made him unable to figure out whether this woman had always looked cold and had made this style in front of him today. After all, when she was competing for territory with him that day and night, her voice was also deserted.

He looked at her suspiciously, "Welcome you for an hour of tea, there is no other condition?"

Although he didn't want to stay for a moment, he still felt that he could get back one million and a half taels of silver by just drinking tea for only one hour. It was a bit too cheap for him. I'm afraid it wouldn't be a pitfall?

"There are no other conditions." Ling Hua was very sure.

She didn't plan to do anything today, the engagement had not been terminated, and morality did not allow her to do anything extra. She just wanted to show her presence in front of Yan Qing, and let him sit in front of her and drink tea dry for an hour, enough for him to remember for the rest of his life.

For those like Yan Qing, who can hide from someone who is eight hundred feet away whenever a woman approaches him, she has to apply strong medicine and simmer it slowly. She has some patience.

Yan Qing struggled very much, and was tug of war inside. One asked him to run away quickly. Ling Hua was too dangerous to let her get close, and the other asked him to endure it for one.5 million taels of silver.

One million and a half taels of silver are enough for him to spend three or six years, so he doesn't have to worry about silver.

Although he had never met Ling Hua before, he heard a lot of rumors. Her father had been appointed as the Minister of Revenue, and her mother was a genuine business girl. Therefore, she had the character of a noble mansion, of course, the essence of intrigue and deceitful calculations, and at the same time, she also had the cunning nature of a merchant who valued profit.

He felt that he was afraid that he would offend her somewhere and asked her to even rob him on the side of the road, or that she would be profitable for him.

Yan Qing never thinks he is stupid, but on the contrary, he thinks he is very smart, so he analyzes it well. However, analysis is a playboy. How can he be successful after losing money? Have fun?

So, he could only walk over with stiff steps and sit opposite Ling Hua.

Ling Hua smiled in his heart, put down the round fan, and brewed tea for Yan Qing.

She has studied piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine and tea since she was a child. Because of her identity as a business girl, her mother cared about her daughter's education since childhood, so she was twice as strict as other people's ladies. Before she was thirteen, she basically didn't step out of the mansion. Every day, gentlemen took turns to teach her. She wanted to start a teacher early, so she worked very hard.

But she didn't expect that she had finished her studies, but the mother who checked her homework was gone.

The past is gone.

She felt that one hour was enough for her to take out a hundred and twenty-tenths of craftsmanship and brew one flower after another for the banquet. She could show him the tea art from south to north and the tea ceremony that gathered all over the world.

Yan Qing sat stiffly, first leaning against Ling Hua, gradually attracted by the fragrance of tea. Then, he slowly turned his head and his eyes fell on the tea set, and then slowly turned to Ling Hua's hand and looked at her movements.

A cup of green bamboo was soaked, and Ling Hua gave it to Yan Qing, "Please invite Mr. Yan!"

Yan Qing doesn't want to accept it.

Ling Hua looked at him with tea, "Mr. Yan Xiaohou?"

The sound was a little heavier, and he also reminded that since he was sitting here, he agreed to have tea with him.

Yan Qing took a deep breath and stiffly lifted the tea that Ling Hua handed him. The water temperature was just right. He shouted earlier and he had no time to drink a sip of water by Cheng Chu. At this time, Xiangcha was in his hand, and struggled for a while, but he still drank it all.

Ling Hua didn't say anything, but changed into another kind of tea and started to brew another kind of tea using another method.

Her movements looked careless and flowing, and no matter who looked, even a blind man, could taste it a bit pleasing to the eye.

Yan Qing's eyes are not blind.

So, when Ling Hua changed his techniques and served him one cup after another, he started drinking peonies with cows, and gradually he tasted them carefully. Each kind of tea, whether bitter or fragrant, was enough to make people feel aftertaste.

The scent of tea in the room gradually dispelled his uncomfortable body and the raised wall of defense.

At one hour, Ling Hua showed more than 20 tea-making techniques without any repetition. The jade tea fragrance at hand was Yan Qing’s favorite tea. But after half of it, Ling Hua came to an abrupt end and stopped, "The time is up, please invite Mr. Yan!"

Yan Qing: "..."

He struggled for a moment, a little unwilling to leave, staring at her half-cooked tea, "Can't you finish this cup of tea?"
Chapter completed!