The tyrant empress is my wife, I am invincible and have been hiding

Zhang Ling and Wang Changhao, followed by the guards, came to the reception room of Qingya Pavilion.

"You two, please have some tea!"

A maid came into the reception room with a pot of tea and gently poured half a cup of tea into the cups next to Zhang Ling and Wang Changhao.

As the tea spreads, the faint fragrance, accompanied by the flavor of green mountains and clear waters, makes people unable to help but take a deep breath, and all their limbs stretch out.

Zhang Ling's eyes lit up, he turned around as if he had found a treasure, picked up the tea poured by the maid, and gently placed the teacup three inches in front of the tip of his nose.

This distance is neither too far nor too close, just enough to allow the fragrance of the tea to be completely absorbed into the body through the nostrils.

Clear, mellow and fragrant.

"Can you lend me the teapot in your hand to take a closer look?"

Zhang Ling's greatest hobby in life was poetry and songs, followed by studying tea.

He boasted that he had tasted the best Xiaohe Qingcha in Kyushu, and the taste was completely different from the tea in front of him.

Wang Changhao was also a little surprised. He knew his teacher very well and was an expert on tea. There were very few kinds of tea that could make him show such an expression.

"no problem."

The maidservant knew nothing about tea, but knowing that the other party was here to see the King, she did not dare to be negligent. She walked forward and handed the teapot in her hand to Zhang Ling.

Zhang Ling carefully took the teapot, gently stretched out his hand, slowly opened the lid of the teapot, and saw that the tea was light green.

The color is pure and natural. Even the brewed tea from the top-grade Xiaohe Qingcha he has studied is slightly turbid and bitter.

"Teacher, is there anything special about this tea?"

Wang Changhao didn't know much about tea. He only knew that it tasted refreshing, so he asked Zhang Ling with some curiosity.

"Xiaohe Qingcha is produced in the high mountainous area of ​​Yan State. Only about 100 kilograms can be produced every year. One tael of Xiaohe Qingcha is worth ten taels of gold. The tea in front of us is ten times better than Xiaohe Qingcha."

Zhang Ling's voice trembled slightly. He had studied tea for decades, but he didn't even know that there was such tea in Jiuzhou.

Wang Changhao was also surprised when he heard this.

Of course, he was very familiar with the reputation of Xiaohe Qingcha.

"What's the big deal... My master left a big bag of it in the tea room. Usually when we get tired from work, we take some and make a pot of water. It tastes just like that."

One ounce of tea is worth ten ounces of gold.

The maid couldn't help but mutter when she heard what Zhang Ling said so mysteriously.

"What a waste of natural resources... What a waste of natural resources!"

When Zhang Ling heard the maid's words, his voice trembled. He stood up with an angry face.

The maids were all frightened by Zhang Ling's sudden momentum.

clatter! clatter! clatter!

"Dean Zhang, what do you mean by wasting natural resources?"

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Ye Feng walked from outside to the reception room and saw Zhang Ling standing with a teapot in his hand. He had gray hair and was wearing a white robe. He had an elegant air and a few wrinkles on his face, which was consistent with the image of the old dean that Ye Feng knew.

A hearty voice was heard, and Zhang Ling raised his head and looked towards Ye Feng.

He saw a young man with a handsome face, a resolute expression, and regular features. The whole person standing there was so impressive that even he couldn't help but sigh.

This is a man with a very good image.

It seems to have nothing to do with words like cruel, ruthless, ferocious, etc.

"I guess you are Ye Feng, the state guardian, right?" Zhang Ling asked Ye Feng, and gently placed the teapot on the table. He said with a smile, "I think it is a waste of heaven's gift for these maids to use this kind of top-quality tea to make tea."

"Dean Zhang is wrong. The so-called tasting tea and drinking tea are nothing more than a person's inner heart, that is, a state of mind. Why should we be so particular about whether to use a teapot or a bottle to brew tea?"

"Just like Dean Zhang sips tea, he is tasting the realm of life, the tranquility and peace, or the ups and downs of the Song Dynasty. However, these maids and servants in my mansion are still tasting tea, but what they are tasting is the three meals a day, the four seasons, the coming and going of spring and autumn, and the ups and downs of life."

"Let me ask you, what is the difference between Dean Zhang and them in tasting and drinking tea? How can it be considered a waste of natural resources?"

Ye Feng's words kept ringing in the air, shocking Zhang Ling's heart.

and.

When the maid heard Ye Feng defending herself, she felt warm inside.

"Zhen Guojun's words are a revelation to me, and make me feel ashamed."

Zhang Ling was also shocked.

It is truly astonishing that Ye Feng, at such a young age, could have achieved such a state of enlightenment.

Ye Feng turned his head and looked at the maid, saying, "Wait outside. If Dean Zhang likes it, you can take him to the tea room to get three to five pounds and bring it back to Jinling College to enjoy slowly."

"Three or five pounds?"

Zhang Ling's eyes widened like bells, and he realized that he had lost his composure again. He took a deep breath and said awkwardly, "Are you serious, Lord Zhenguo?"

"Don't worry, Dean Zhang. These teas are too common for me. Most of the time, I drink higher-grade teas, premium teas."

Ye Feng said to Zhang Ling with a calm expression.

"Special grade tea?"

From Ye Feng's tone, it seems that there is a tea that is much better than the one in front of him. What kind of tea is that?

Zhang Ling suppressed her inner curiosity.

After all, it was the first time that Ye Feng and I met, so it was not easy to start.

"I wonder why Dean Zhang suddenly came to visit me?"

Ye Feng was the first to speak to Zhang Ling.

According to his guess, the old dean in front of him was unlikely to come to cause trouble, given his personality.

"As the dean of Jinling College, I failed to discipline them, which led to Zhou Wensheng and his students doing something out of line. I am deeply sorry and have come here to apologize."

Zhang Ling himself was conservative in his thinking and originally thought that Zhou Wensheng simply had different ideas from his own and that his words and actions were somewhat radical.

Most of the time, as long as Zhou Wensheng didn't make too much trouble, he wouldn't interfere.

As the president of Jinling College, he hopes that the best educational philosophy will be to integrate the strengths of various schools of thought, and to allow for freedom of thought and the flourishing of a hundred flowers.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Wensheng actually dared to use his position as vice president to embezzle and abuse the power. Nearly one million taels of silver were found in his mansion, which shocked Zhang Ling.

"They are gathering together to rebel. It has nothing to do with you." Ye Feng has been in the Song Dynasty for more than a month and has gotten to know Zhang Ling. He is a typical educated conservative figure in the Song Dynasty, but he never suppresses the radicals around him.

So after he became the president of Jinling College, there were all kinds of people in the whole Jinling College, from all walks of life.

"However, I do have an idea. I would like to tell Dean Zhang that Jinling College might as well make a long-term plan and divide the entire college into the College of Arts and the College of Martial Arts."

"The Academy of Arts is responsible for learning the skills of governing a country, while the Academy of Martial Arts is responsible for practicing martial arts and studying military tactics. Only by taking into account both arts and martial arts can we provide a steady stream of talents for the Song Dynasty."

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"In just three to five years, the Song Dynasty will undergo tremendous changes from the inside out."

In this way, Ye Feng told Zhang Ling the future plans of Jinling College in great detail.

The more Zhang Ling heard, the more shocked he became.

Isn't the idea that Ye Feng talked about the "let a hundred flowers bloom" that he has always pursued? It's just that he couldn't formulate a plan for what he thought in his heart.

Until Ye Feng finished speaking, he couldn't help but look full of admiration and said: "The Great Song has a king, and our Great Song Dynasty will prosper."