Thank you sir, he is still outputting!

Thanks to the piano score sent by Pei Shaonan, Xie Zhao feasted his ears for the next few days, enjoying the wonderful sound of the third prince's piano, and his mood was beyond words.

When he was in a good mood, when he was working at Yushitai, he would smile a little when he saw everyone.Rao He Fang, who frowns and keeps a solemn face all day long, can hardly put on a cold face when facing Xie Zhao's refreshing smile these days.

Dou Shun looked at Xie Zhao who walked out of the door with Pan Yue, and smiled with He Fang beside him: "As expected, he is Xie Yan's son. This appearance is really better than blue."

He recalled Xie Yan's unrestrained appearance riding a horse and leaning on the leaning bridge, and said with emotion: "The people of Xie's family are really outstanding from generation to generation."

If Xie Yan could see his son grow up like this, he would be very proud, right?

Dou Shun sighed, thinking: It's a pity after all.

He Fang let out a soft hum from his nose.

He glanced at Dou Shun: "Xie Zhao is still too young, and there is still a long way to go from General Xie." He looked at the back of Xie Zhao leaving, paused, and continued reluctantly: "... Although it is not bad among my peers now."

Wouldn't it be nice to be the first champion to win three consecutive rounds?

Dou Shun was speechless, and said firmly: "I think Xie Zhao's future is limitless."

Dou Shun has been in the officialdom for more than [-] years, and he has met countless young people, but it is still rare to see a younger generation as powerful as Xie Zhao.

Everyone said that the Holy Majesty treated Xie Zhao differently because he was Xie Yan's son, but according to Dou Shun, the reason was not entirely the same.After taking off the identity of the Xie family, the brilliance of Xie Zhao is also hard to hide.

Dou Shun felt that it was not Xie Yan's son Xie Zhao who was favored by the Holy One, but the "outstanding talent" Xie Yan's son Xie Zhao.

Regarding Dou Shun's words, He Fang was noncommittal.

Dou Shun didn't say much, just smiled slightly: "The days are still long, we will wait and see how Xie Zhao will perform."

Xie Zhao on this side didn't know that Dou Shun, the imperial historian, had high expectations for him. He went out with Pan Yue, and was led by Pan Yue to a teahouse.

After sitting down in the private room on the second floor, Pan Yue smiled at him and said, "I like the tea here very much, so I brought Mr. Xie over for a drink. I hope Mr. Xie will also like it."

Pan Yue and Xie Zhao have a good relationship. Hearing what he said, Xie Zhao immediately cheered and said, "Then I have to taste this tea."

While thinking in his heart, because of Pan Yue's care for him these days, even if the tea is a little bit weak, it is not impossible to drink it with a little patience.

Not long after the two sat down, a boy about twelve or thirteen years old walked into the private room.

The boy was fair, tender and cute. He first smiled at Xie Zhao shyly, and said hello softly, then turned his head to face Pan Yue, with a little more familiarity on his face: "Hi sir, I'm still here today. Pot spirit deep nectar?"

Pan Yue patted the boy's head, and said softly, "Yes, Xiaofeng made a pot for us."

The boy named Xiaofeng agreed with a smile, and then walked out.

After Xiaofeng left, Xie Zhao asked Pan Yue, "Who is this boy?"

Pan Yue sighed: "Xiaofeng is the only son of Yuanniang, the owner of the teahouse." As if recalling something from the past, he said in a melancholy tone: "To be honest, my husband and Yuanniang are childhood friends, but it's a pity that my husband My friend died of illness a few years ago, leaving Yuanniang alone to raise Xiaofeng."

He continued: "It's not easy for a woman with a child in this world. I also wanted to help their mother and child, but it's a pity that Yuan Niang refused to accept my money. She told me that she has money." Feet, feeding myself and Xiaofeng is not a problem."

Speaking of this, Pan Yue couldn't help but smiled wryly: "So since then, I have often come to this teahouse to drink tea, and this can be regarded as taking care of their mother and child's business. I brought Mr. Xie here today, hoping that Mr. Xie will like the tea here , come to join us more in the future.”

It is really rare for him to be able to do this for his deceased friend.

Xie Zhao said movedly: "Master Pan really values ​​love and righteousness."

Pan Yue waved his hand and said with a smile: "I said these things to Mr. Xie, not out of friendship to threaten you to come here to drink tea." He had a proud expression on his face: "When the tea is served, you You know, although Xiaofeng is young, his skill in making tea is first-class."

Xie Zhao smiled: "Master Pan said that I am looking forward to it now."

After a while, Xiaofeng came up with a teapot and some dried fruits.

He put the still steaming teapot and dried fruit on the table, put the tray behind his hands with both hands, and took a peek at Xie Zhao, unexpectedly meeting Xie Zhao's smiling eyes.

Xiaofeng's ears turned red all of a sudden.

He panicked and said: "My lords, please enjoy... If you don't have enough tea, please just give orders and I'll come as soon as you shout!"

After speaking, he took another peek at Xie Zhao, and then rushed out the door.

Pan Yue laughed loudly: "It seems that Mr. Xie's handsome appearance is unstoppable."

He picked up the teapot, poured a cup for Xie Zhao and himself, and joked: "Xiaofeng is a boy, and he blushes when he sees Master Xie."

Xie Zhao smiled helplessly: "Master Pan, stop laughing at me."

When the tea was slightly cold, Xie Zhao picked up the teacup and took a sip with downcast eyes.

Although he was ready, when the tea entered the mouth, the fresh, mellow and sweet taste permeated his mouth, he still couldn't help the corners of his eyes lit up, showing a surprised expression, and exclaimed: "Good tea!"

Seeing that Xie Zhao really liked the tea here, Pan Yue was also very happy.

He proudly said: "Am I right? The tea here is really delicious."

Xie Zhao's grandfather, Xie Hui, loves tea, and Xie Zhao has studied tea a little bit. He took another sip of this tea, raised his eyes and asked Pan Yue, "Excuse me for my short-sightedness, may I ask what kind of tea is this?"

He could tell at a glance that this tea was of the highest quality, but recalling the good teas he had drunk over the years, none of them could match the taste of this tea.

"Master Xie really knows the goods."

Pan Yue explained to Xie Zhao: "It is said that this tea comes from Yuanniang's hometown. After my friend and Yuanniang decided to open a teahouse in the capital, thinking about the few acres of fertile land at home, Yuanniang transplanted this name from her hometown. The tea is called Lingshen Ganlu. This tea tastes very good, but it is rarely known in the capital, so after the teahouse opened, the business can even be called very good."

After hearing this, Xie Zhao said with emotion: "This Yuan Niang is affectionate, righteous and intelligent, she is really a strange woman."

Pan Yue nodded in agreement: "It's my friend's luck to have a wife like this."

The two drank tea for about half an hour, ate some dried fruit, and planned to head back home.

As soon as they left the private room, they heard arguing downstairs.

The two were taken aback, and immediately rushed downstairs, only to see the back of a man in a brocade suit going away.The tea drinkers on the first floor were silent and looked at each other, all staring at the woman standing by the stairs as if nothing.

This woman is about 25 or [-] years old, with a slender figure and a beautiful appearance. Even though she is only wearing a plain cloth shirt, she still can't hide her outstanding demeanor.

Seeing Xiaofeng clutching the woman's sleeve with tears in his eyes, Xie Zhao quickly guessed that this person was Yuan Niang that Pan Yue was talking about.

Sure enough, Pan Yue asked with concern, "Yuanniang, what happened?"

Yuan Niang looked angry, and when she saw Pan Yue, she restrained her expression a little, and forced a smile: "It's nothing, Master Pan, don't worry."

She looked past Pan Yue and landed on Xie Zhao, and asked curiously, "Is this Mr. Xie?" After Xie Zhao nodded, a smile finally appeared in her eyes: "I hope our tea can go well with Mr. Xie." taste."

Xie Zhao said: "It suits the taste very well."

He smiled: "I will bring more friends to join us."

Hearing this, not only Yuanniang thanked her with a smile, but Xiaofeng also smiled through tears.

He showed half of his head from behind Yuan Niang, and said shyly, "Master Xie, come more... I will make tea for Mr. Xie, and I will also prepare a lot of delicious snacks for Mr. Xie."

Xie Zhao patted him on the head, his eyes curled up: "I have a big appetite, you should prepare more snacks."

Xiaofeng nodded heavily: "I will spend all my pocket money to buy you snacks!"

He is so cute.

Xie Zhao couldn't help laughing: "How can you give money to customers like this, silly boy."

Coming out of the teahouse, Xie Zhao waved goodbye to Pan Yue. On the way back to the house, they happened to meet an old woman who was selling sugar-fried chestnuts.

Seeing the old man's gray hair and wrinkles around his eyes, he ignored the strange eyes of the people around him, stood in front of the old woman, and said with a smile, "Mother-in-law, bring me three bags of fried chestnuts with sugar."

The weather has become hot recently, and the business of hot fried chestnuts in sugar is not as good as in winter.

The old lady stood there for a whole day, but no one came to buy it. She thought that she hadn't gained anything that day, but when she was about to close the stall and go home, she saw a handsome young man in official uniform standing in front of her.

It is always a good thing for someone to take care of one's own business. The old woman was so happy that her wrinkles were crowded into a pile, and she hurriedly said: "My lord, wait a moment, I will pretend to be my lord right away!"

Although there are many people in this street, they are all common people.

A young man like Xie Zhao, who is well-dressed and has an outstanding appearance, is not low-born when he sees that he is actually coming to buy this low-end street food at this moment. Everyone can't help being surprised.

Xie Zhao ignored the strange stares of the people around him, and stood quietly in front of the old woman's stall, watching her tremblingly pick up the shovel and stir-fry chestnuts for Xie Zhaosheng.

Although he didn't urge him, but when the old lady thought of the honor of the person in front of her, she felt a little nervous. When she was nervous, her hands shook, and a few chestnuts fell to the ground.

Xie Zhao picked up the chestnut and put it aside, instead of getting angry, he comforted her softly: "I'm not in a hurry, take your time."

Ashamed and grateful, the old woman secretly stuffed a few more big and fragrant chestnuts into it, and handed three packs of fried chestnuts to Xie Zhao: "My lord, just give me thirty Wen."

Xie Zhao took the sugar-fried chestnuts with one hand, and took out the purse with the other. He looked down into the purse, as if counting how much money was there, then closed the purse and put it into the old woman's hand: "Thank God, fortunately, There is exactly thirty Wen in this purse!"

The people around them didn't think it was strange when they heard this - a nobleman like him would always bring a long entourage by his side to pay, and it was normal if he didn't have much money in his purse.

The old woman took the purse and keenly felt the weight of the purse was wrong.

She was just about to say, sir, you seem to have counted wrongly, but when she raised her eyes, she met Xie Zhaowen's gaze.The young official in Tsing Yi winked at her: "Mother-in-law is getting old, she should take good care of herself."

Without waiting for the old lady to thank her, Xie Zhao had already waved goodbye to her, strode away, and disappeared into the crowd in an instant.

The old woman stared blankly at him walking away, her eyes were moist unconsciously.

She carefully put the purse into her arms, and suddenly she heard someone beside her say: "I know! That is this year's No. [-] Scholar, Mr. Xie! I met him the day the No. [-] Scholar paraded through the streets!"

Thank you, my lord...

The old woman put away the stall, knocked on her sore calf after standing for a day, and thought to herself: This Mr. Xie is really a kind and gentle man.

Such a good person will surely have a safe and smooth life in his life.