Green and black floating fragrance

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After Qingfeng went back, the sky cleared up for a day, but in the afternoon, the sky became overcast and gloomy again. The fluffy grass in the courtyard trembled, and the kudzu leaves turned their white backs. After a while, the duckweed gathered in the small pond was beaten. The water ripples on the surface of the pool swayed, white mist billowed, big raindrops fell on the ground, there was an endless muffled sound on the bricks, tiles and thatch, and white lines fell from the sky.

Heizi tapped the ink, and the wet paper felt greasy to the touch, and the ground ink melted at the edges of the words, which made people feel upset and irritable.

"It's raining again today..." He wrote a few words, but he didn't know what to write next, so he simply closed the ink cartridge and didn't care about practicing calligraphy.

There was still the letter that Wu Yue stuffed under the food plate in his sleeve, Heizi pushed away the paper and inkstone, spread it out again and read it slowly.

The Fujiwara family was expelled, the new general returned from the expedition and the opening ceremony was about to begin, and the feudal lords reset their titles. The whole situation in Kyoto seemed to be a chessboard restart, but it was difficult to know the next step of the chess players.

The new general sent troops to conquer the Quartet. During several years of twists and turns, the main cities were still prosperous and were not greatly affected; there were rumors in the countryside that "the certain family is going to attack the capital" and "a certain place will soon have a war." , but it's just rumors.

Although he was displaced, he had never heard of any massacres. His benevolence and righteousness can be seen. In Wu Yue's words, he praised the new general, saying that he has great advantages in mineral weapons and has many excellent men. He first attacked outside and then descended inside. Pressing hard, listing all kinds of things, praising him for his resourcefulness and strategy; he also said that reforms will be made in the near future, and the court and China are busy, so they may not be able to meet again in the near future.

Heizi admired the methods of the new general, and the high-ranking dignitaries competed, and few cared about the common people. It was even rarer to be able to do this with the least damage.However, Heizi dare not agree with his benevolence and righteousness. Heizi is fighting for his own selfish desires and involving the innocent people. The new general protects the people to live and work in peace and contentment. .No matter where you think about these two points, they are all beneficial to the new general and have no harm. If you want to call him benevolent and righteous, you should also call his means benevolent and righteous.

He agreed that Dezong would never become an official, and he didn't want to guess about the disturbances. He just swept away all the new generals, and only the last thing Wu Yue said made Heizi a little uneasy.

"There are a lot of snobbery in the court, and the family background is extremely noble. You have to think twice about the matter of Ah Da, and only Zhejun can be trusted."

Heizi covered the letter paper and looked out of the courtyard quietly. The light rain that had been drizzling suddenly intensified again. Dark clouds gradually overwhelmed the green hills, and a long curtain of water opened between the sky and the earth.

The cherry tree has only one petal left.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the thick rain curtain covered the sky and the earth. Looking at the mountains in the distance, there was only a stretch of blurred green.

Heizi followed Dezong and knelt outside the tea room. It was raining heavily, and the wind passed through the lattice door behind him, and the paper pasted on it immediately made a "pop" sound.

Heizi turned his head slightly, moved his ankles quietly, and suddenly heard Dezong shout softly: "Zhe Ye."

His voice was rare and solemn. Heizi thought that Dezong had discovered that he was moving around at will, so he straightened up and sat upright, only to find that Dezong had not even turned his head. The lilac-colored hunting coat was tightly attached to his back, and his long hair was tied in a bun. rise.He was as tall and straight as a tree, firmly blocking most of Heizi's line of sight, and that "Zhe Ye" sounded more like an unconscious whisper.

Teacher... Are you nervous?

Dezong didn't have a tea party for a long time, but he came back suddenly a few days ago, and wrote a post, please send it, and ordered his subordinates to avoid it, leaving only two or three chores.Heizi wanted to ask, but Dezong kept his mouth shut. He only asked him if he knew the recent trifles. Heizi carefully picked out what was said in the May letter.

"Tetsuya."

This voice really called him.

Heizi looked at Dezong, whose back was still facing him, and he could only see half of his face—the jaw was tense, making the curve of the exposed neck even more straight and graceful.

"Stay here, don't talk."

The clogs sounded from far to near, and the sound of the rain kept coming. The entourage who came earlier quietly retreated to the sides. Heizi looked straight ahead, and a human figure appeared in the rain. The white raindrops were pushed away by the Tang umbrella. Hakama stepped onto the plank.

Underneath the brightly colored and lustrous red straight clothes are overlapping layers of white and light purple silk dresses, which are indescribably gorgeous and elegant, stepping up every step, just like the handsome man walking out of the painting.

Heizi's pupils dilated slightly, but his body first followed Dezong's salute and knelt down together.

——"His Highness Akashi Seijuro."

This was Dezong's voice, Heizi forced himself to calm down, but the scene in his mind was still chaotic.

The disturbing sound of the rain disappeared, and the wooden boards under his knees could almost feel the vibration of his footsteps, step by step getting closer.

"Oh, Tetsuya, we meet again."

The sound of footsteps stopped, the moving lattice door was pulled open, and the guests entered the room. Heizi slowly let out a foul breath, and slowly got up and raised his head to meet the other guests.

——"Qingfeng Dahui Banner Master."

He saw the complex expression on the other party's face, hesitated to speak, Heizi numbly followed Dezong to salute again, and heard the footsteps finally stepped on the wooden board in front of his forehead.

——Accompanies guests into the room.

This is the first time Qingfeng met Dezong.

He always thought that Dezong was about the same age as Sasaki, and was also an old man with gray hair, so he called him "old man" repeatedly, but he didn't expect Dezong to be several years younger than he thought.

Dezong is tall and tall, with a handsome face, and because he has studied the tea ceremony all year round, his gestures and gestures are all refined, but he is unsmiling and has a stern face, which makes people feel timid and afraid to get close.

On the other hand, Heizi on the side, although still childish, has a much gentler appearance and temperament.

The stunned expression on Kuroko's face when saluting was still in front of his eyes, and Akashi's affectionate calling of "Tetsuya" and the phrase "Meet you again" made Aomine even more disturbed.

Kuroko has always lived in Yakudo, and although it is remote, it is still within the jurisdiction of Kyoto; although Aomine does not know Akashi's whereabouts well, he does know a general idea: Akashi was originally the son of a genealogy daimyo in southern Kyushu, and was sent away with his biological mother when he was six years old. When he arrived in Kyoto, he went on a expedition to command, and when he came back, he was also busy with unifying forces, increasing power and building foundations.

Ordinarily, the two should not know each other. Is it because the old man Dezong was once the tea head of the Fujiwara family?But Akashi clearly called "Tetsuya" just now; Azhe was already frightened before seeing himself, but that fright was by no means the result of being called out by a stranger's name.

Aomine was startled, could it be that Azhe knew Akashi but never knew Akashi's identity?

Heizi lowered his eyes, standing respectfully beside Dezong, Dezong said a few words of greeting, Akashi seemed to respond to something, Aomine didn't hear all of it, his mind was full of thoughts, but he prevented others from asking Heizi.

After the introduction, the host and guest bowed to each other and sat facing each other. Akashi sat on Dezong's upper hand, and Aomine sat down after him.Dezong immediately sent Heizi to the water house to get the stove, tea kettle, water injection, white charcoal and other utensils. Qingfeng concentrated his mind and observed the furnishings in the tea room.

The "Bitter" room that Qingfeng entered ten years ago was designed in imitation of a tea room. The areas such as the bed room, the guest room, and the restaurant are all divided by Heizi from a large room, but the "Sweet" room is different. The entire tea room is made of bamboo. The tatami mats are made of reeds, and the stripes of the tatami are different in each area.The calligraphy hanging in the alcove, the silk paper is yellowed and the ink is thin, making it look gray and old in this rainy day; a flower is hung on the side of the wall. ], a dead branch protrudes from the interlaced mottled vines, the green stems are hovering, the white face is dripping with dew, full of vitality, it is nothing less than a touch of bright color in this dark corner.

"Dahui." Akashi said suddenly, he closed his fan and tapped twice, and said with a smile, "It seems that you have a lot of experience in the tea ceremony."

Qingfeng was suddenly stopped and didn't know how to answer for a while.He didn't know if Akashi knew about his relationship with Heizi, and he couldn't tell whether the sentence was just a pure evaluation or meant something. He hesitated, and Dezong and Heizi had already come out of the water house.

Guests can freely enjoy the scenery while the water is being boiled. The coolness seeping from the wooden planks penetrates through the thin foot pockets and spreads from the soles of the feet to the limbs. Qingfeng has always disliked cloudy and rainy days. No, just look slowly along the corridor.

"If it weren't for the bleakness and ruins in the courtyard, how could we have found that the mere grass and flowers can be so gorgeous and vigorous." Akashi's sigh-like voice came from behind, "But, even so, how many people are willing to bring it into the elegant hall What? This is really embarrassing."

He walked slowly past Qingfeng and went down the corridor. Ye Shan took the first step and stood in front of him and opened the Tang umbrella. Just putting on a shoe, the slanted umbrella surface slid down a cloud of rain.Qingfeng subconsciously glanced at it, and there were only his pair of rain packs left, and the wet rain marks and mud spots were still left on the clog cover.

Tea is nothing more than leaves and water, a kettle and charcoal, but only in this way can still show the habits of many people who make tea.

The tea brewed by Dezong is like a person, agile but elegant, elegant and rhythmic, and his movements are natural and unaffected.For a while, apart from the sound of wind and rain outside the window, there was only the sound of boiling water and tea whisks in the room.

This crisp and quiet beauty did not impress Qingfeng at all, he seemed to have a tea kettle with clear water boiling in his mind, and the bubbles slapped the lid of the kettle, but Qingfeng could only watch helplessly, and became more impetuous.

The scene in front of me was complicated, and all kinds of conjectures rushed into my mind. The rain mercilessly slapped on the simple thatched grass, and the water poured down, coldly hitting the blue carnation and bamboo wood.

"I have long heard that Venerable Dezong's tea style is unique and interesting, but seeing it today, it is indeed novel." Akashi took the tea bowl and sipped it lightly, "A few years ago, I went to a tea party in Baxiaolu. I thought they were from the same sect, and the style of tea should be more or less similar, but who knew it was completely different."

"Farmers quench their thirst with tea, warriors use tea to calm their minds, businessmen see profits, politicians see opportunities, those who like it taste the soup and smell the fragrance, and those who are tired of drinking would rather exchange plain water. Tea is really a simple thing, but one leaf, one water, one vessel and one charcoal , but the world puts on a hundred gestures, and tea has a hundred gestures."

"It's indeed a hundred people's tea." Akashi stroked his fan and smiled, "But since it's leaves and water, why bother to divide it into 'primary tea' and 'non-tea' [the tea produced in Mt. People call the thumbtail high mountain tea "this tea", and the other teas are called "non-tea". It is regarded as sweet rain; but if we meet in leisure time, it is not a good product to use, but we will dislike the rough tea and it is not refreshing. Is it to blame that the tea is not worthy? Or is it that the person is wrong?"

His words were meaningful, although Qingfeng's mind was still in a mess, he could hear something was wrong.

Heizi once taught Qingfeng how to taste tea, so of course he never forgot what he said; when he came back, Wuyue sent many calligraphy and painting books over and asked him to read them. , although it is not proficient in the tea ceremony, but it is understood very well.

Aomine knows that the tea ceremony emphasizes "harmony, respect and tranquility", but the conversation between Akashi Tokuzong and Akashi Tokuzong is undercurrents, and there is no peace at all; the tea ceremony should not involve the secular world. Although Akashi doesn't say it clearly, he always uses tea as a metaphor. .

Why deliberately provoke Dezong?Qingfeng thought to himself that he was often in the army and had little contact with political affairs, but that didn't mean he didn't know about it.He has been with Akashi for six years, and he has pressed on with Buzhan's orders step by step. He will never do anything superfluous, and now he deliberately came to find a tea master who had lost power and lived in seclusion for many years...

lose power!Qingfeng was startled, if he remembered correctly, before Dezong came here, he was the tea ceremony attendant of the Fujiwara clan!

Akashi expelled the original Fujiwara clan and became the new general who conquered barbarians, and Dezong was a retainer of the Fujiwara clan... Azhe was a disciple of Dezong.

Aomine clenched his fists. There were many rumors that the new general was benevolent, but he understood that Akashi was definitely not a soft-hearted guy, but he did things boldly and directly hit the vital points. If someone blocked his way forward, he would be eliminated without hesitation.Could it be that Dezong still has his heart towards the Fujiwara clan?What about Ah Zhe?

Only then did he realize that Heizi was unnaturally quiet in this tea party. Heizi was sitting quietly beside Dezong, only looking at the tea table in front of him. Although there was no abnormality on his face, his lips were white.

Dezong lived in seclusion for many years, and Azhe was unsophisticated. Even if his heart is for the Fujiwara family, it is difficult to be successful based on their identities. Akashi must have other reasons.Qingfeng took a deep breath by drinking tea. The thick tea after whipping was as thick as rice soup. After one sip, there was no sweetness, and the heavy bitter taste on the tip of his tongue could not be dissipated. Qingfeng frowned slightly. As expected, only the tea made by Ah Zhe was delicious. .

After drinking the bitter tea, Aomine's anxiety was also suppressed a lot. The host and guest of the tea party was Akashi, so he couldn't go beyond the rules and rashly ask Heizi to ask, not to mention that he and Heizi might still be in different positions...

Could it be... Qingfeng's heart sank, Akashi's goal is not Dezong at all?

Why did Bashiqiben find himself alone to attend Dezong's tea party?Because Akashi doesn't care whether Dezong is from the Fujiwara clan at all, he just wants to warn himself and Azhe!

The corner of Akashi's mouth was still smiling, with a calm expression on his face, Qingfeng looked at Heizi again, the blue-haired tea master never looked at himself since he entered the tea room, and only looked at the tea set in front of his knee.

Akashi suspected him, and Ah Zhe must have guessed it too.

Holding the tea bowl in Qingfeng's hand, Qingfeng felt that it weighed a thousand catties, his throat felt bitter, and even the body fluid in his mouth became the bowl of strong tea in his hand.

"Tea is just tea, and no amount of false names can be given to a tree. It is a human feeling to use tea to show respect. Tea is not a person, but I am a person. People don't care, and tea doesn't care, so why bother to be persistent."

The faces of the two were calm, but the question and answer were full of swords and swords, and they refused to give in.Akashi said aggressively again:

"The mountain on the top of the thumb is for tea, but the bottom of the mountain is not tea. It's just that they were born in different places, but they are very different after that. How can you be willing?"

"Tea is just tea."

No matter what Akashi asked again, Dezong only answered this sentence.Qingfeng guessed the deep meaning of the conversation between the two, while paying attention to Heizi.

The lattice door slammed, and the storm outside was even worse.Heizi's kneeling posture remained unchanged, motionless like a puppet, and his half-closed blue eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of gray.

"Master Dezong's answer is certainly ingenious, but I still want to hear other people's answers." Akashi looked at Heizi who was silent, and said with a smile: "What do you think, too?"

Heiziben was sitting behind Dezong, he was quiet, and Dezong was determined not to let him speak, and he used his body to cover him from time to time during the tea conversation. , the lips are tightly pressed, and the fine lines on the corners of the lips are as deep as a knife.

Finally, a touch of red appeared on Heizi's face, and the pale and thin doll became alive in response to this color, but the redness quickly faded away, and it returned to its pale face.

"I'm not tea, I don't know."

His voice was faint, and although he had tried his best, he could still hear a trace of trance.

Qingfeng's knuckles turned white, he just wanted to rush up and pull Heizi up and leave here.

And now he can only sit, and can't even say a word.