Carefree Prince In Tang Dynasty

The prepared tea was quickly sent to the mansion one by one by his servants. At the same time, Li Xin did not forget to clip the greeting letters written by himself one by one, which was full of etiquette for the younger generation. Therefore, Li Xin's popularity in the court did not come in vain. Regardless of those who have conflicts of interest, elders like Chen Yin who sincerely want to be the Tang Dynasty, most of them still appreciate Li Xin.

After all, although Li Xin sometimes acted erratically, his attitude towards his elders was still impeccable.

When Cheng Yaojin received this gift, his expression of displeasure because Li Xin hadn't come to the house for a long time to greet him suddenly softened a little.

"This kid has a conscience. He even knows how to give gifts to me." Cheng Yaojin smiled cursingly, and quickly tore open the outermost part of the gift box with his rough hands the size of cattail leaf fans, like tearing off the clothes that were in the way. layer packaging.

Cheng Chumo looked up from the side, wondering, "Xinzi didn't come in person, why are you happy?"

Cheng Yaojin rolled his eyes, and said disdainfully: "Who wants him to come? It doesn't matter if he comes or not, as long as the ceremony arrives! If he really comes in person, I might as well keep him for dinner. Who knows what he sent What the hell, maybe it's not worth my dinner money."

"High! Why don't you say daddy is brilliant! I'm convinced, really convinced." Cheng Chumo gave his father a thumbs up from the bottom of his heart. Perhaps in the past when he praised his father like this, it was more or less flattering, but today, he can swear that there is no moisture in this admiration.

Hooligans, this is a real hooligan. Cheng Chumo suddenly saw the gap between himself and the real old hooligan, and secretly vowed in his heart: On the road of shamelessness, he must carry forward his father's will and walk firmly and persistently

He was thinking wildly, Cheng Yaojin had completely unpacked and saw the wooden box under the package.

The box given to Cheng Yaojin, a rough man, didn't have so many tricks, and even seemed plain. It's not that Li Xin is reluctant to spend time doing it, it's just that he knows Cheng Yaojin's temper well. To put it bluntly, it’s called informality and ingenuity. To put it bluntly, it’s just that he has no culture and no aesthetics. Well, Li Xin dared to think about these words in his own heart, and he never dared to say them.

There is a letter written by Li Xin on the box. Cheng Yaojin picked it up and looked at the two lines, then scolded casually: "You brat, you've got such a thing to fool me. I'd be ashamed to write any bad handwriting on it to show off! If it was Chu Suiliang's handwriting, I would I just put it away, and I can sell it for two yuan as a coffin book tomorrow!" After speaking, he casually threw the letter aside and continued to open the box.

Cheng Chumo was full of praise for his father's performance.

Opening the box, there were several pieces of silk spread inside, and five cans of fermented and differently-heated tea were neatly placed inside, which seemed quite reasonable.

Cheng Yaojin's nose was very sharp, and he immediately smelled the faint scent of tea. He casually picked up a can and opened it, and it was indeed full of tea leaves, overflowing with tea fragrance. He was a little surprised and said, "Where did this tea come from? It's so fragrant?"

Cheng Chumo glanced at it, and immediately said: "Oh, so it's this thing."

Cheng Yaojin gave him a strange look and asked, "Have you seen it?"