Shura smiles

Luo Feng took a sip of tea, twitched it in his throat, swallowed it, and then frowned, so shocked that he collapsed into a cold sweat.I thought he would have a seizure, but Luo Feng just took a sip, put the teacup lightly on the couch, sat up, and looked at the green bamboo leaves on the tea table.

"The taste is still good, but it's a bit bitter, and the water temperature is too high. You can make five teas, but after being soaked by you, only the first two teas have the taste. As he said, he picked up a clean cup and reset it a little more. For tea, take the boiling water off the stove and wait for a while before brewing.

He used the technique of "three nods of the phoenix" to pump the hot water thinly and long, but it kept flowing.

When everyone was wondering why the owner of the valley was suddenly gentle, Luo Feng had already mixed two cups of tea for them.

Luo Feng picked up a cup and handed it to a woman, his gentle eyes seemed to overflow with the spring breeze of March.

"Drink and watch?" Although the voice was cold, it was a little more intimate, and the woman was a little timid.

Such a man is sometimes violent like thunder, sometimes gentle like water, his mood is really unpredictable, even the most favored fourth girl was killed, I really don't know how to get along with him.

When he took the tea cup, his hands were shaking.The two women drank the cup of tea in response.

"How?" Luo Feng asked patiently.

"The valley owner's tea must be a hundred times better than the servant's tea. It tastes sweet but not bitter. It will leave a lingering fragrance in your mouth when you swallow it." The bolder woman tried her best to hide her nervousness and replied respectfully.

Luo Feng was used to such compliments, so he sneered, as if mocking himself, as if he suddenly remembered some wonderful scene, and laughed knowingly again.

"You don't have to compliment me like that, even though my tea is really good, it's still far behind Lian Er's tea."

The two women became puzzled again. They only knew that Mrs. Gu was beautiful and unparalleled in sword and dance, but they didn't know that she was also proficient in making tea?

Yange came in and dispatched two concubines.As if finally relieved, the woman hurriedly withdrew.

Behind Yange was a woman in purple, holding a pipa. She was not very good-looking, but she looked well-educated, like a young lady.

"Master Gu, this is the concubine who replaces the fourth girl. Her name is Qiusi." However, the name is also redundant for the concubine. In Baiguihuagu, it would be nice to have a code name.

Luo Feng was sipping tea alone with his back to them, turned around slowly, looked at the person coming, and suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

"Can you play the pipa?"

"Yes, the servant girl can only play the pipa, although it is not as good as the sound of nature, but it can still be heard." The woman bowed and saluted, her expression was calm and she was not timid.On the contrary, she has some ladylike temperament, so she was considered to be from a rich family, but because of unexpected disasters, she was left alone, unfortunately reduced to prostitution.

"Then play and sing a song for me." For some reason, the woman in front of her didn't have much similarities with Yinglian, but she seemed to be familiar with her. On the contrary, the more she looked, the more she looked like someone.

Only Yange knew that the woman really had nothing special about her, she only played the pipa well, and the way she held the pipa in her arms looked like another person.Ever since Luo Feng ate the grass pill, his mind is full of beautiful memories, but he has not completely forgotten Luo Lian. The baby lotus in his mind has the strength of the baby lotus itself, dancing like flowing clouds and flowing water, and Luo Lian's tea art and piano art.

Yan Ge closed the door and came out, and the melodious sound of pipa resounded in the Banzhu Pavilion.With the sound of the pipa, Luo Feng frowned slightly, and his fingers holding the teacup trembled slightly.

It was a very familiar song.

"Under the old trees at the head of the village, the dew on the green grass leaves has not dried up.

In the morning mist, the ferry boat sang songs and crossed the creek

I lay on the roof with my arms under my pillow thinking all night

Who in the Waxia hall talked about Chang'an on paper

......"

It's not an enchanting song, and the melody is not complicated. It always sings repeatedly, which is very sad. The woman's expression is also somewhat depressed.The entire Banzhu Pavilion seems to be flowing from a small bridge, gurgling out, lingering in the Valley of Hundred Ghosts of Flowers.

Luo Feng quickly immersed himself in it. In his memory, there was also such a windy afternoon, the wind at the bottom of the valley was circling and flying, Lian'er was playing the pipa, and he was dancing the sword.Lian'er's hair was casually tied up in a bun, and the extra long hair was still hanging on the ground.It was also this song, when he was dancing his sword, he would secretly look back at her, and Lian Er would return a gentle smile.

The expression on Luo Feng's face changed from time to time, at first he was intoxicated, then indulged in memories, and finally smiled at himself, how could my Lian Er know how to play the pipa?

So the woman was naturally left behind, taking the place of the fourth girl.

Luo Feng asked the concubine to leave and stay alone in the room.Carefully caressing the tea table with his fingers, staring at it, he wondered: When did you have this set of tea sets?It seems to have forgotten.

Walking into the courtyard, you can see the Xiaoxiang Pavilion. The courtyard is dotted with several Xiangfei bamboos, shadowy and green-eyed.

He got up and flew to the courtyard of the Xiaoxiang Pavilion.Since Yinglian passed away, few people came here, and people cleaned it every day, but Luo Feng didn't want to come here either.He was afraid that he would not be able to bear the longing.

There are ten concubines with the same code name, but people are always changing. Except for two concubines who couldn't bear such a frightening life, they committed suicide, and the others all died at the hands of Luo Feng.

Luo Feng always drank a lot of wine, and when he was drunk, he watched his concubine go crazy.

He always said: "So what if you look alike? If you never look alike, so what if you look alike? It's a rare essence."

"You're not like her! None of you are like her! How can you not be like her!" Whenever Luo Feng yelled in such grief and anger, someone would always die under the sword.

Pushing the door lightly, an old smell came out. This is an unpopular room.

The items that Yinglian used during her lifetime are well preserved. The wardrobe is full of purple clothes, crimson purple, deep purple, and black purple.

Among the dazzling array of purple clothes, there was a bright red wedding dress mixed in with the colors of the other clothes, which seemed extremely dazzling.

Luo Feng took off the wedding dress and held it tightly in his arms. There was no smell of the owner on the wedding dress, only a smell of silk, and he didn't leave him with a single thought.

Turning to one side, a brocade box fell from the cuff. Luo Feng picked it up and opened it, but saw that it was a brocade box with a long history. It had been washed for many years, and the back of the scroll had turned yellow.As soon as Luo Feng touched the paper, Luo Feng was startled. This rice paper was probably hundreds of years old, and it was well preserved without any damage.

Looking at the brocade box again, he suddenly remembered that this was a congratulatory gift from Qin Yunfei on the day he and Yinglian got married. He was so muddled and drunk that day that he had already forgotten about it.