Shura smiles

Banzhuxuan.

"Lian'er, are you back?"

Luo Feng lifted Yinglian's chin with his index finger. "You went to report the letter to Luo Lian. You should have left. Why did you come back? Or did you never think about surviving?" You looked at Luo Feng's bloody pupils leisurely, redder than before, and more bewitching different.

"For martial arts, even your father can be killed. You are so cruel, there will be retribution."

Luo Feng rolled his eyes, grabbed Yinglian's neck with one hand, and leaned against the wall.Yinglian couldn't breathe, struggled and looked at Luo Feng with wide eyes.

"I'm just so cruel! I want to hold everyone in the palm of my hand, no one dares to disobey!"

Killing a person, the opponent's power can be transferred to oneself, this is the characteristic of the people of the Baigui family.However, he didn't kill Luo Yang, he just didn't bother to explain.

That martial arts was passed on to him by Luo Yang.He just said: "Feng'er, you will go on your own the rest of the way, Daddy can't help you." After speaking, he ended his life with a palm.There is no regret in being able to die with the one you love.

Luo Feng's hand tightened more and more, Yinglian's eyes were bloodshot and she couldn't make a sound.Close your eyes and wait for the moment of judgment to come.

Is it possible to go to a place where cherry blossoms are in full bloom after dying so crippled?

Looking at Yinglian's peaceful expression, Luo Feng couldn't help but let go of her hand, Yinglian was already unconscious and still breathing.

"Come on, take good care of her."

He likes to watch the living people struggle and torture, but he is not interested in the dead people.Because of this, he didn't kill her, probably for this reason.

Lianyun City, Liqing Pavilion.

"Lian'er, why did you bring me here?"

"There is someone who can tell you what you want to know. Yingxuan's original wife, but she is not your mother."

Brother Yan, forgive me for asking you to accept all this.

Above the lake, there seemed to be the sound of flute again.Sobbing softly, there are a few zither sounds, jingling and jingling around the bead curtain of Liqing Pavilion, so delicate and sweet.In short, today's white clothes are a bit gorgeous, and they were custom-made for him by Yinglian at Yingjian Villa that day. The carvings on the cuffs and corners of the clothes were sewed by her stitch by stitch. From a distance, they are just cherry blossoms. The dense stitches have woven into pairs of mandarin ducks, and the "pity" sword at the waist is fluttering with cherry ears.The wind on the lake was blowing chaotically, and the direction could not be distinguished, and the blue hair pinned to the copper hairpin flew past in a daze.The ice-blue pupils reflected the lake water, which was a little foggy.

Walk into that pavilion and see those two people, and you will know everything.

Geyunlou.Luo Lian, dressed in white, sat beside the coffee table.Pick up the spring offering pot with the right hand, and rub it gently along the lines.Fine purple sand, fine pottery clay, black and shiny, exudes the aloes of Pu'er.The slender white fingers gently pinched the handle of the pot, and the cherry blossom-colored index finger nails clasped the lid of the pot.

The purple clay pot filled with boiling water is very hot, and the pot is held firmly with three fingers, relying on skill.If you are a beginner, you will have to be scalded countless times before you know the best fingering.

The spring offering pot was lightly held by Luo Lian in her hand, the black body of the pot complemented her soft fingers like catkins, which complemented each other perfectly.

"Luo Lian, why do you soak raw Pu'er? Isn't it too strong? Drink cooked tea to warm your stomach."

"Although raw tea is more bitter, it is full of flavor. Yunfei, I still owe you a cup of tea. Today, I will show you a complete set of kung fu brewing, just brew this raw Pu'er."

Sit upright, with your right hand resting lightly on the back of your left hand.

The left hand is rational, and the right hand is emotional. People who make tea often put their left hand on their right.And Luo Lian is used to having his right hand on top.

On the right hand side is boiling water, which has been roasted with fire to keep the temperature of the water.

Meng Chen Lin Lin.Five smelling cups are assembled on the left side of the tea boat to form "Five Stakes of Plum Blossoms". Gently pick up the lid of the purple sand pot with three fingers in the left hand and smooth it to the gap in the center of the plum blossoms. Pick up the kettle with the right hand, with the spout facing the purple sand The pot drips water in a circle along the mouth to the right.The water flow is very thin and slow, but it keeps flowing, and the hot air slowly infiltrates the body of the pot, and then walks around in the pot, pouring more than half of the pot of boiling water, fully warming the body.

"The surface of the water is like pore beads, and its sound is like pine waves, this is the right soup."

The whole process was light and slow, and only the sound of water flow could be heard, as if there was breathing.

Next is the mountain and flowing water, using the water in the pot to wash the tea cup.

The tea tasting cups are neatly arranged on the front side of the tea boat, and the four cups are spaced at the same distance.

Luo Lian swung his wrist, and lifted the pot to draw water evenly, each wave was the same height and the same thickness of water flow.Every pull and lift is just enough to fill the tea cup seventy percent full.When the last cup of water is filled, there are only three drops of water left in the teapot, which is dried in the tea boat and put back into the teapot.All the tea utensils are back in their original places.Luo Lian withdrew her hands, put her right hand on the back of her left hand, and the hot pot and cup came to an end.After each step, it returns to the beginning, neither fast nor slow, and requires a tea art master to master the rhythm.

Qin Yunfei looked at Luo Lian as if he was looking at a fairy.Luo Lian was dressed in plain clothes, which were not luxurious, and she was facing each other without makeup, unlike the world-famous makeup in Fengfenglou.When brewing tea, if there is incense powder on the body, it will tarnish the taste of the tea.

There was no tea immediately.He watched Luo Lian earnestly raised his eyebrows three times, until the fourth cup was reserved for himself.

There were only Luo Lian and Qin Yunfei in the Geyun Building, but he still insisted on toasting three cups of tea.

"Luo Lian, who are you drinking the other two cups of tea for?"

Luo Lian finished the tea without pausing, and put the last cup in front of her.

The hands are retracted again, and the right hand is placed on the back of the left hand.Straight on his body, he didn't look up at Qin Yunfei, but just stared at the pool of red soup.After being silent for a long time, he said thoughtfully: "The first cup, to Yunfei, his confidant in this life, that is, the person Luo Lian has failed the lightest in this life. The second cup, to Concubine Luo Li, to his infatuation. The third Cup, to Luo Feng, to... I love him."

"The fourth cup, respect me Luo Lian. Respect me and love him."

The right hand is lightly danced, the universe is spinning, and the fragrance is lightly smelled.Sip lightly in one sip, swallow slowly in two sips, and pour the cup over in three sips.

This raw tea is really bitter.

"Luo Lian, tea is like a person, how can your heart be so bitter? But it's sweeter than oolong tea."

Good Pu-erh tea has a high degree of fusion of tea aroma and tea soup. The tea soup does not smell fragrant at first, and it is not too fragrant after drinking, but it flows into the stomach, and the more you drink, the more fragrant it becomes. This is the so-called "water-born fragrance".Luo Lian's Pu-erh tea is moist, deep, and watery, all in one.

Luo Lian continued to brew the third and fourth brews, the steps were not as cumbersome as the second brew, and Qin Yunfei took one cup after another.His head was dizzy, as if he was hallucinating, Luo Lian's shadow was a little blurred, but it was amazingly beautiful.This tea is really intoxicating.

"Lian'er," Qin Yunfei involuntarily approached Luo Lian, sucking those two cherry lips in one mouthful.After licking it, it smelled a little fragrant, as well as the original fragrance of Luo Lian's body, which was faint, but not covered by the smell of tea.

This mixed aroma made Qin Yunfei a little confused.Qin Yunfei kissed him urgently, and held him tightly in his arms. The blue clothes hugged the white clothes, and the water was still boiling and purring.

The color of the clouds on the teacup became lighter and lighter. He thought that Luo Lian would resist, but he just struggled a little, and let him kiss without responding or resisting, allowing him to invade his mouth and throat , intertwined and lingering, warm tea mixed with cool juice, on the cloud-shrouded Geyun Tower, the charcoal fire made a soft hissing sound, the spring water made a cheerful whirring sound, and the sound of tea soup singing on the tip of the tongue.

Luo Lian's collarbone undulated slightly, swallowing juice involuntarily in his throat.

Qin Yunfei picked up Luo Lian and walked towards the room. Luo Lian also grabbed his lapel, panting slightly against his chest.

He still wanted to explore the forbidden area more deeply, but Luo Lian grabbed the hand that was stretched into the obscene clothes.