All Hail Cousin Brother

Song Mingzhao paid attention to Huohou, waited for the inside of the cup to boil, took the tea in a hurry, and put it into the cup: "I'm worried that you will spoil this rare good thing."

Rao is as gentle as Song Wanhui, and can't help but feel angry: "I also learned the tea art since I was a child, how can I waste good things?!"

Song Mingzhao plucked the charcoal fire from time to time, but didn't talk to him.

These three sticks can't make a sullen virtue, which makes Song Wanhui more and more angry: "They are all brothers, why is there such a big difference, a slender cousin, not only can guide me in practicing calligraphy, schoolwork, piano, etc. I also made incense fans and qin for Yaoyao. On the tenth birthday of Yaoyao, I also gave Yaoyao a peach-blossom frozen stone seal. Miss Yu said that it was Cousin Zhou who spent a lot of time carving it by himself. Well, even her father was full of praise when she saw it..."

Song Mingzhao breathed slowly and interrupted her words: "Is it the cousin from Youzhou from Yufu? The only son of Youzhou's commanding family?"

Song Wanhui was stunned again, but she didn't expect the elder brother to be interested in Cousin Zhou's affairs: "Well, it's him."

Seeing the tea in the cup tumbling up and down, the charcoal fire in Song Mingzhao's furnace turned off: "What's it called?"

Song Wanhui replied subconsciously, "It seems to be called, Zhou Linghuai!"

"He has a good relationship with Miss Yufu?" The tea had already arrived, Song Mingzhao took the tea bucket, poured a bucket of tea into the teacup.

After leaving it for a while, he picked up the teacup and sent it to his nose to smell it, and a faint smile appeared between his indifferent lips.

Clearly satisfied with the tea he made.

Seeing that Song Wanhui only cared about herself, she was so angry that she didn't want to speak.

really!

This is not my brother!

Song Mingzhao took a sip of the tea, and the bamboo fragrance revealed a hint of sweetness, which complemented with a hint of medicinal bitterness in the tea. The entrance revealed a hint of astringency and a little bitterness. When it entered the throat, it was sweet and mellow. Inside, the tea soul entered the orifice, and felt that the mouth was full of sweetness, and it couldn't be entangled.

Song Mingzhao glanced at his sister: "Why don't you speak?"

Song Wanhui said while tasting the tea, "Xiaoyao is very close to this cousin, three words, two sentences are not separated from her cousin, and her cousin is also a powerful person, I heard that she is not only a genius, but also good at it. Qin, chess, calligraphy, painting, there are many calligraphy and paintings of Zhou's cousin hanging in the slender house.

Song Mingzhao breathed lightly.

Then I thought of the picture of the eldest Miss Yu family standing under the Bodhi tree making a wish on the eighth day of the fourth lunar month.

Can't help but guess, what wish did Miss Yu make at that time?

Is it related to her cousin Zhou?

Song Mingzhao felt that he was thinking too much, so he changed the subject: "The tea for making tea is the medicinal tea that Miss Yu gave you?"

Song Wanhui nodded: "Yaoyao took bamboo dew, made her own medicinal tea, and cooked this tea with bamboo leeks. You should have a special taste, isn't it good?"

Song Mingzhao made a "hmm" sound.

Song Wanhui looked at such a big yard and suggested, "Brother, why don't you plant a piece of light bamboo in your Jiuzhaoxuan, so that every year when it rains on the Dragon Boat Festival, you can also chisel the bamboo to extract the leaching, and make tea and water."

Song Mingzhao looked at the precious flowers and trees in the courtyard, and he didn't feel a pity to shovel them.

Song Wanhui didn't hear the elder brother's answer, she knew that she planned to fail.

Her brother has been incapable of oil and salt since he was a child.

I'm afraid it's not my brother!

Just as she was thinking wildly, Song Wanhui heard her indifferent eldest brother say, "Qintian monitoring, tomorrow is sunny, the dragon boat race in the moat is going on as usual, you can invite Miss Yu to watch it together."

Song Wanhui was stunned for a moment, then reacted.

It is really difficult for the old, weak, sick and disabled to go out in the big house of Yufu. The previous Huahui in Changxing had already caused a lot of trouble for the second room.

This rare Dragon Boat Race, I probably won't have a chance to watch it.

If she posted to Yaoyao and invited Yaoyao to watch the dragon boat race together, it would be a logical thing to do.

Just when did big brother care about this kind of thing?

After thinking about it, I felt that I was thinking too much. My elder brother often took the herbal tea made by Yaoyao from her. According to the elder brother's temperament, it seems not surprising that he could have such a proposal.

Song Mingzhao turned his head and explained to the servant next to him: "Shovel the flowers and trees on the hill to the south, and plant light bamboo instead."

In the early years of Beijing, it was fashionable to lead mountains and water to be admitted to the hospital.

His Jiuzhao Xuan filled a mountain bun and planted a lot of precious flowers and trees. In the past, he thought it was not bad, but now he thinks that it seems more elegant to plant bamboo.

He raised his eyes and saw a bamboo forest in a trance. There was a vague figure, dressed in pink, who was directing the people to cut bamboo and get rid of it.

Song Mingzhao suddenly felt dizzy, he shook his head forcefully and looked at the place——

The dazed images disappeared, but Yan Shijiao's voice was faintly heard in his ears: "Song Mingzhao, can I make tea with bamboo leeks for you to eat..."

The sound is in the ear, the words are in the heart, but it is not real at all.

Song Mingzhao's heart palpitated violently, and he suddenly clutched his chest and couldn't stop gasping for breath.

"Big brother, what's the matter with you?" Seeing that something was wrong with him, Song Wanhui hurriedly stepped forward and helped him sit down, and saw that his face was so pale that there was a hint of blue ash, and he looked haggard.

"It's okay, I'm just a little tired." Song Mingzhao breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the tea with trembling hands, and took a few sips to his lips. Slowly, the throbbing in his heart calmed down, and his face returned to normal. .

Song Wanhui was a little worried: "Would you like to change your mother's attitude and ask the imperial doctor to come and take a look?"

The big brother's expression just now was really terrifying, and he actually showed a morbid state like death.

She was indescribable and always felt uneasy.

Song Mingzhao shook his head: "I still have something to do in my study, so I'll go first."

Before Song Wanhui could answer, he got up and strode out of the octagonal pavilion.

Song Wanhui was relieved when she saw that he was walking like a tiger, and it really didn't seem like something was wrong.

Back in the study, Song Mingzhao sat dazedly in front of the book desk, the blurry picture in a trance just now made him feel like a knife.

He spread out the rice paper, picked up the pen, closed his eyes, opened it after a while, and drew a bamboo leaf under his pen...

In Yu Mansion, Yu Youyao received Song Wanhui's gift. Seeing that it was a very delicate sachet, she was very happy. After playing with it for a while, she let Chun Xiao carefully accept it.

Then, he sat with his cousin in the pavilion near Xiaoxiang Forest and made tea.

Yu Youyao held the fragrant cheeks in both hands, watching her cousin grind tea to the end, holding the pot with one hand, pouring the boiling water from top to bottom, high and low, urgent and slow, fast and slow, poured into the cup with tea powder .

Tea and water meet, and the water veins of the soup pattern suddenly change into various patterns, including mountains and rivers, flowers and birds, insects, fish and beasts, just like ink paintings.