Finest Servant

This Longhong Village is a very quiet small village with dozens of families scattered everywhere. Qin Xian'er's house is in the innermost corner, built on the mountain, it is a small wooden house. The rafters of the house were thick and sturdy, but in front of the roof beams were some thin bamboo tubes hanging down from the top, with different lengths. On the bamboo tube, there are some small pieces of copper and iron sticking together. When the breeze blows, the copper and iron gently collide with the bamboo tube, making a light and crisp bell sound, which is very pleasant.

Lin Wanrong stayed for a while, isn't this a wind chime? Who is this wonderful hand, who has such a whimsical idea and can make such a wonderful thing.

Next to the wooden house is a swaying bamboo forest, and the long bamboos that are leaning against each other are swaying gently in the wind, and Li Ying is swaying. Bamboo forest, wind chimes, misty rain, this wooden house is shrouded in misty rain, there is an indescribable smell of dust.

Lin Wanrong originally thought that Xian'er was from an ordinary background, but now she is confused when she sees this situation.

Xian'er approached those wind chimes, fiddled gently, a crisp bell sound came, she turned back to Lin Wanrong and said softly: "Master, this is called a wind chime, do you think it sounds good?"

Lin Wanrong gave a thumbs up and said, "Not only does the bell sound nice, but even the name is beautiful. Did you make this wind chime?"

Qin Xian'er nodded and said, "My mother taught me to make it when I was a child. My mother said that the wind has a sound, but I didn't believe it, so my mother made me a wind chime. It turns out that the wind really has a sound."

Qin Xian'er was talking, but tears fell down, and the expression was sad, but Lin Wanrong had never seen it before.

This girl has a lot of things hidden in her heart, and Lin Wanrong looked a little distressed. He has been with Qin Xian'er for a long time. He usually talks about poems and ditties, but they are all laughing and singing. How can I ever see her so sad? Qin Xian'er paid a lot for him, but he didn't know anything about Qin Xian'er's life experience. Even when he entered the village, he was still thinking about some dirty things. Her hand said: "Xian'er, do you want to stop thinking about those unhappy things, what your mother wants to see most is your smiling face, don't let her down."

Qin Xian'er gently wiped away her tears and smiled, "Young Master is right, but Xian'er has lost his temper, making him a joke."

Lin Wanrong saw that her pear blossoms were so pitiful with the rain, and her heart began to stir again. The guilt she had just now didn't know where she had gone, and she gently scratched it in her palm a few times, hehe said with a smile: "Xian'er, our room is here. What else do I need to say? Hurry up and bridal chamber. Oh, hurry up and enter the room."

Qin Xian'er blushed when she heard it. This young man didn't know what he was thinking about all day. He wanted to have two serious words with him, but he couldn't find any free time.

Qin Xian'er opened the door, but the interior was simple and elegant, with a few bamboo tables and chairs neatly arranged.

Bright and clean, no trace of dust can be found. In the middle of the house, there is a portrait of a woman. The woman in the painting can't tell her age, her eyebrows are like mountains, her eyes are like spring water, her expression is indifferent and elegant, and she has a seven-point resemblance to Qin Xian'er.

"Is this your mother?" Lin Wanrong asked.

Qin Xian'er looked at the person in the painting for a while, nodded and said, "Exactly."

This is the mother-in-law, and she has to pay her respects. Lin Wanrong bowed to the portrait, turned to Xian'er and smiled: "Xian'er, you are as beautiful as your mother." In one sentence, he praised the two of them. Qin Xian'er was overjoyed when she heard the flattery, her face flushed, and she said softly, "Young master, don't make fun of Xian'er."

Qin Xian'er took out a set of men's clothes from the back room for Lin Wanrong to put on, but it was a set of Confucian shirts, which was incompatible with Lin Wanrong's sturdy and flamboyant aura. It was as indecent as a bear wearing a suit. Where to put it, very uncomfortable.

It seems that Laozi is not born to be a genius. Lin Wanrong sighed in his heart, but he was distressed.

Qin Xian'er looked at him with surprise, and then laughed lightly: "Young Master, you are a bit more romantic than those talented people in this long gown."

"I think so too." Lin Wanrong smiled and said shamelessly.

"Xian'er did not deliberately praise the son," Qin Xian'er sighed, "I know countless people in the Miaoyufang, the king and grandson have seen many, and there are also extraordinary temperaments, but no one has the demeanor of the son. and momentum."

What kind of demeanor, just say that I have a thick skin. Lin Wanrong smiled and said: "Xian'er, whose clothes belong to me, is it specially made for me?"

Qin Xian'er rolled his eyes at him and said with a smile, "This is my grandfather's clothes. He used to be a servant of the Ministry of War in the past. After returning from his old age, he retired here. This is his old man's clothes."

"It turns out that Xian'er is actually the queen of the famous family." Lin Wanrong said in surprise, it is no wonder that Xian'er and her mother are both so talented. However, with such a grandfather, Xian'er should never have been living in the White Lotus Sect. There must have been some twists and turns. Could it be related to her unwilling father?

In the backyard of the wooden house, there is a small pavilion. After Lin Wanrong changed his clothes, he was refreshed and stood in the pavilion, looking at the misty rain in the distance, the mountains and rivers were hazy, and he was completely comfortable.

My grandfather and father-in-law really know where to choose. This place is really a good place to support people. It's no wonder that Xian'er and her mother were born with such good temperament, just like fairies. If I don’t want to do it in the future, I will also buy a piece of land here, engage in real estate, build a few large wooden houses, and build ten swimming pools. Every day I chat with Qingxuan, Qiaoqiao, Miss Er and Xian’er, and look at the scenery. , when you are tired, you should be used as a bed every day, and do the wonderful thing of giving birth to a baby together. Isn't it fucking beautiful?

Qin Xian'er stood behind him. She had just been groomed and changed into an elegant white shirt. Her long hair fell naturally, her cheeks were blush, and her face was like peach blossoms.

The beauty of mountains and water is even more beautiful, such a beautiful mood, if you don't do something more beautiful, it will be too sorry for yourself, Lin Wanrong's heart is itchy, hehe smiled and said: "Xian'er, why didn't you call when you changed your clothes? Get on me?"

Qin Xian'er was stunned and said, "What do you ask the son to do?"

Lin Wanrong said righteously and sternly: "Call me to protect the law for you, or else I will be seen by some scoundrel, wouldn't I be greatly disadvantaged?"

Qin Xian'er was ashamed and ashamed, and lowered her head, thinking to herself, if you say Xiao Xiao, you are even younger than Xiao Xiao.

Lin Wanrong saw that on the bamboo table in front of Qin Xian'er, there was a beautiful small teapot and four porcelain lidded cups, and there was a fire beside it that was watering.

Seeing him in a daze, Qin Xian'er couldn't help but smile and said, "Young master came to this Longhong Village today, if you don't taste this Longhong well water and drink this new Longjing tea, wouldn't it be in vain?"

Longhongjing? Longjing? Lin Wanrong jumped up and said, "Is this Longjing Village?"

Qin Xian'er nodded and said, "This Longhong Village is named after a long rising well in front of the village. Outsiders call it Longjing Village."

Oh my day, it turns out that I arrived at Longjing Village. I really do not know the blessings in the blessing. Even though Lin Wanrong didn't know anything about tea ceremony, how could he not know the words "Longjing" in the West Lake.

This turned out to be the hometown of West Lake Longjing. Lin Wanrong sighed: "Longjing Village, it really has beautiful scenery and beautiful scenery, Xian'er, you are so beautiful, you must be a fairy in this tea garden."

Qin Xian'er giggled, stretched out her slender hand, poured the hot water into the pot, scalded the pot and warmed the cup, and took out the Yuqian Longjing picked before Gu Yu and threw it into the pot. Gradually spread in the courtyard.

Lin Wanrong was a complete stranger to tea ceremony, but when he smelled the fragrance of Longjing before the rain, he couldn't help but yearn for it. Mother's, authentic West Lake Longjing, pure green natural food, you can't buy it with money, you have to try it.

Qin Xian'er poured the tea in the tea cup into the cup to be 70% full, and saw the Longjing leaf bud, the shape of a spear, tender and even into a flower, and the leaves were like colorful flags, which complemented each other.

Lin Wanrong didn't know how to do it, but when she saw Xian'er's hands with snowy skin and cherry lips and nose, and between her smiles, the two dimples on her cheeks were looming, and she was really bubbling with beauty. Eating tea and eating people by the way, he said with a wicked smile.

Qin Xian'er picked up the tea cup, brought it to Lin Wanrong, and said softly, "Please have your tea."

Good tea needs to be tasted. Lin Wanrong knows this simple truth, but he doesn't know how to taste it.

In the spirit of the fearlessness of the ignorant, Lin Wanrong smiled and said: "Xian'er, let me tell you the truth, you can ask me to eat tea, but tasting tea is embarrassing for me. Can you teach me?"

Qin Xian'er smiled and said: "This method of tasting tea is very simple. Drink slowly in small sips, turn around and swallow slowly, when the tea soup enters the mouth, the mouth shrinks, the tea soup under the tongue is pressed out, and the lotus produces fluid, which looks like a spouting tide. It is called Pingcha Mingquan."

Spray tide? The name is so creative, I like it. Lin Wanrong laughed a few times.

Qin Xian'er held the cup with both hands and swallowed, setting an example for Lin Wanrong.

Lin Wanrong said: "Xian'er, this method of tasting tea is naturally simple for a master like you, but it is too difficult for me. I have an idea, but it can greatly simplify the process."

"How to simplify?" Qin Xian'er wondered.

Lin Wanrong smiled and said: "This method is also very simple, called, you taste me."

"Do you want me to taste?" Qin Xian'er frowned suspiciously, and before she could speak, she felt her body tighten, and he was embraced by him, a fiery big mouth already covering her small cherry lips.

While her body was soft, she only heard an evil voice ringing in her ear: "This is called, you taste, I will taste."