[Red Chamber] The imperial examination life of the great master

"How could this be making fun of you?" Zhang Heng took a sip of tea and said with a smile, "It's a good thing for a matchmaker to come and kiss you."

Having said that, but for some reason, I feel a little stuffy in my heart.

He frowned and took a sip of tea.

Jia Amnesty didn't notice Zhang Heng's strangeness, he sighed, "I'd rather those matchmakers don't come."

"Why?" Zhang Heng felt a little joy in his heart, he raised his head and asked, "Don't you like those girls?"

Jia She paused, not knowing how to answer this question.

Fortunately, Zhang Heng immediately changed to another question, "Then what kind of girl do you like? I'll hold your eyes for you, maybe you can be a matchmaker."

Jia Amnesty thought for a while and said, "He has an interesting personality."

Zhang Heng nodded.

"It's possible to talk about it." Jia She has never thought about it before. He knew his sexual orientation very early, but he has always been alone. He has never imagined what his other half will be like. The person in his life is tall or short, fat or thin, but now an image is gradually becoming clear in his mind.

Zhang Heng raised his chin thoughtfully, "Continue."

He was inexplicably happy.

"It would be even better if you were good at making tea." Jia Amnesty added after thinking about it.

He likes tea, but he is not very good at making tea.

If the other half of the future can be like Mr. Zhang, he will also...

and many more!

Jia Amnesty's face suddenly changed, and the image in his mind was instantly clear.

He glanced at Zhang Heng who also had a strange expression.

"Cough, cough, cough," Jia Amnesty was so shocked by what he suddenly discovered that he coughed again and again.

He covered his lips, his face flushed from coughing.

Zhang Heng pursed his lips and handed over a handkerchief, "What are you thinking about? I think so happily."

Jia Amnesty took the handkerchief, covered his mouth, and waved his hands repeatedly, "It's nothing, it's nothing."

God, he actually likes Zhang Heng!

Was he so courageous? !

Jia She was shocked by himself.

Unexpectedly, his eyes turned out to be so...

"You just said that you want to be good at cooking tea, so what else can you do besides cooking tea?" Zhang Heng didn't know why, but after hearing Jia Amnesty's request, he was very happy.

This feeling made him a little strange, but he was not disgusted.

"No, it's nothing." How dare Jia Shen say anything more, if Mr. Zhang thinks about every condition that he said next, and why all of them are so consistent with him, then wouldn't it be that his first love has not even begun, and he died at birth In the stomach.

Jia Amnesty's character has always been very direct, he will not wrong himself.

Now that he knows that he likes Zhang Heng, he will not hesitate.

Jia Amnesty rolled his eyes, took a sip of tea from the handkerchief, "What about you, my lord?"

"What about me?" Zhang Heng froze for a moment.

"What kind of look do you like?" Jia She tentatively asked, "It's been so long, my lord, I don't have a confidant, and I haven't married a wife. Has my lord never thought about it?"

With Zhang Heng's conditions, just his appearance alone is enough to provoke a lot of storms and butterflies.

But he has been alone for so long.

There are still people discussing in private, is Mr. Zhang not good?

Zhang Heng frowned slightly, what kind of look does he like?

"As long as the two are in love, it doesn't matter what it looks like." He replied perfunctorily, but there was a vague idea in his mind.

Jia She was not willing to let him perfunctory, no matter how hard the old fox's mouth was, he would still pry out the words.

"My lord, don't try to fool the past. If you don't tell the truth about our friendship, you won't be able to justify it." Jia She picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for Zhang Heng. "Tell me, maybe I can give it to you." Be a matchmaker."

As for the person who introduced it, that's not necessarily the case.

Zhang Heng raised his eyelids and glanced at him with a smile on his face, "Want to know?"

Of course.

Jia Amnesty nodded.

Zhang Heng picked up the teacup and took a sip, "This tea is a bit cold."

"I'll make another pot of tea for you." Jia She immediately took the tea stove and put it on the small red clay stove. When the water boiled, he took the tea leaves and put them into the purple sand pot again, and slowly poured the water into it .

Zhang Heng looked at him with anxious face, clearly trying to make a pot of tea seriously despite his unfamiliar movements, suddenly couldn't help laughing.

His smile was like a flash in the pan, like a winter plum blossoming in the wind.

Jia Amnesty was busy making tea at this time, but he didn't notice Zhang Heng's expression.

"My lord, please drink." Jia Amnesty poured another cup of tea and looked at Zhang Heng anxiously.

Zhang Heng's ears couldn't help but turn red when he saw it.

This cup of tea is very ordinary, even in the eyes of those old tea drinkers, it is almost a waste of the one or two thousand gold Pu'er.

Zhang Heng felt that the tea was a bit better than the one he brewed himself.

"Not bad." Master Zhang admired Xi Shi in his lover's eyes.

"Really?" Jia She was overjoyed. He was busy reading books and doing quizzes these days, but he didn't expect that the art of tea has improved without knowing it?

Could this be the legendary unintentional planting of willows and willows.

Jia Amnesty poured himself a cup of tea and took a sip.

Then, he put down the teacup silently, raised his eyes and looked at Zhang Heng.

Mr. Zhang, is this taking revenge on him?

"What? Isn't it delicious?" Zhang Heng saw the change in Jia She's expression, and asked in doubt.

He took another sip and said inexplicably, "It's delicious."

Jia Amnesty hesitated, "Master Zhang, are you sick?"

It is said that when people get sick, their sense of taste will be affected.

Apart from this reason, Jia Amnesty couldn't think of any other reason why Mr. Zhang could praise him so unconscionably.

Zhang Heng was silent for a moment, then drank the tea silently, "Don't want to know."

This dead boy, he praised him so much, even said he was sick.

"Don't, my lord." Only then did Jia She realize that he had made a slip of the tongue, "Don't bother with me, really, I was wrong, the tea I made this time is very, very delicious, and I performed exceptionally well, this is all taught by you, my lord. Well done!"

Jia Amnesty never thought that one day he would flatter himself like this.

Zhang Heng held back his smile, and gave him a light look, "It's late, there won't be this shop after passing this village."

"My lord, give me another chance." Jia Amnesty tugged on Zhang Heng's sleeve, trying to persuade the "hard-hearted" Master Zhang.

Zhang Heng lowered his eyelashes, and glanced at Jia Amnesty's hand holding his sleeve. His fingers were slender and white, like beautiful jade.

The "hard-hearted" Master Zhang finally let go, "I'll tell you when you try to be on the list."

Jia Amnesty regretted it too much.

If I had known that he would not have said that sentence just now, it would have to be later to know what kind of person Mr. Zhang likes.

Zhang Heng looked at his face full of bitterness, lowered his head and took a sip of tea, but the corners of his mouth curled up indistinctly.