Chapter ninety-two

"Is it difficult to be flat?" Shi Qin wanted to think and asked, "Your Majesty don't believe it? But she..." "Her tears may be true, perhaps. But, is it for me or for something else, who can say for sure?" Anping Yanxuan sighed lightly and looked at his hand. Tears could be erased, and it soon dried up. When it did, there was no trace. "What's more, Ningde was surprised before. Murphy, Shi Qin, you have never heard of this trick of taking retreat as advance?" Uh... Shi Qin opened his mouth and could not make a sound. "In fact, it is time to be satisfied." Anping Yanxuan put his finger that wiped Bai Mei's tears on his lips and whispered, "It's time to be satisfied. I didn't expect to be sincere. If I am willing to accompany me, I should be satisfied." Shi Qin suddenly felt a little cold in his heart and didn't say anything. However, as Bai Mei thought, if everything calmed down. Although it is only superficial trust, it is enough to keep the leisurely days going. Of course, Ning He is always short-lived, but after January, Qing Yan and his party arrived in a mighty way. When Qing Yan arrived, Bai Mei was hiding his identity from the reading officials who had made friends with the tea houses and wine shops to taste the new Longjing tea before the rain. Liu Zixu held the tea and was intoxicated for a long time. Finally, he sighed, "Good tea!" "Nonsense!" Liu Ning, who was sitting on the other side, stared at her. "Anyone with a little brain knows that this is good tea! When did Sister Bai get something bad?" Bai Mei narrowed his eyes and smiled. "This is a false praise. It is nothing more than bad and dare not put it out to hinder everyone's eyes from being hidden by me. This newly opened teahouse was also introduced to me by my friend..." "The teahouse is really unexpected." Yan Ling sipped tea and turned his eyes around. "It's rare to see a teahouse with such a name. If you hadn't never set foot in the fireworks place, I almost thought..." Xiao Ming looked at Liu Zixu, who was embarrassed by Liu Ning's words, and deliberately diverted the topic. Then Yan Ling asked: "Yes, how did you get such a... ambiguous name?" Will it be ambiguous? Bai Mei thought to himself, but his mouth also explained unambiguously, "Not to mention the name 'Sauvignon Blanc' also has allusions, what's more, the owner of this teahouse is a strange man, saying that the person he loves is good at tea, so he opened this teahouse, and... it is said that the tea here is fragrant because of his heart. If he can't taste it again in the future, he may get lovesickness!" Bai Mei smiled gently. This is, of course, a fabrication. The person in charge of the teahouse is indeed a man, but the person who opened the teahouse is Bai Mei, who now controls the ruined flower house with Mo Shang Ran. "Allusions?" So naturally people ask. Bai Mei pulled out a jasper hairpin on her head, tapped the mahogany table top, and sang the poems in her memory with a tactful singing voice Sauvignon Blanc, Sauvignon Blanc. If you ask acacia what period, unless meet. Sauvignon Blanc, Sauvignon Blanc. I don't know who I want to say acacia like. She half narrowed her sparkling eyes and looked at the graceful moisture curling up from the hot tea with a little dismay on her face. "Day by day, you don't see your lovesickness story, is it still less? It's just that if you can stay together for a lifetime, it's too difficult." Xiao Ming looked at the tea in the purple sand cup and sighed, but reluctantly smiled: "This word has never been heard before. It's not Sister Bai. Are you making it up?" Bai Mei looked at her with one eye open and smiled impeccably, but did not answer. Xiao Ming added: "In fact, if you can think about each other, even if you are not together, it is better than not even having anyone who can really think about it." Bai Mei nodded and answered, "If the two feelings last for a long time, are they in the morning and evening? Sister Xiao, you can see this sentence!" Liu Zixu's face was dignified: "It is wrong for a man not to marry and have children in public. It is too... insulting to publicize such thoughts everywhere." Liu Ning rolled another supercilious look to her: "Pedantic old pedant! I like such frank and bold people, who are not bound by the secular world …" "But we live in the secular world after all." Yan Ling interrupted her and said, "You should be bound by this. No wonder such a bold person..." Only Sauvignon Blanc... Xiao Ming continued to sigh. Bai Mei lowered his eyes, put the hairpin back again, and went to eat tea. No one saw the light of calculation in her eyes. Liu Ning's eyes were dark and bright, and he dragged Bai Mei's sleeve assiduously: "Can such a good word have a name? What epigraph?" "I yearn for long." Bai Mei bent his eyes to look at her. "Sister Liu Ning has always been a good writer. Why don't you give it a try? The owner of this teahouse has a word. Whoever can do better can eat tea for free for a lifetime." Such conditions, listen to can't help but move. Not only for the tea, but also for the reputation of good literary talent. Even Liu Zixu couldn't help but bow his head and meditate. Xiao Ming repeatedly recited what Bai Mei had read, pondered the rules and regulations, and looked at the painted flowers and trees in the pavilion. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, he patted the tea case, and called: "I have a song first, accept it!" As he said this, he shook his head and sang, "Red branches are full, green branches are full, and the rain is tired of sleeping late. Leisure flower shadow shift..." Liu Ning hurriedly asked, "Where is Xiatan?" Xiao Ming narrowed his eyes and sipped the hot tea, and slowly continued: "Recalling the return period, counting the return period, dreaming that although many people meet each other rarely. When will we meet?" Bai Mei still smiled, but he had left his seat and went to one side of the console table to grind ink and write it down.