The Farmer Girl Gets Rich

"Princess Anping is indeed very talented, but those things she knows, the ladies in front of them have performed, and there are many amazing, but the expression of Nanling King was faint at the time, not as amazing. , What is she going to do?"

"I think, unless she can also make magic tea, otherwise, she will definitely lose!"

"She will be finished if she loses. With so many things, the people of the Qing Dynasty must scold her to death."

"Don’t say it, don’t say it, the Princess Anping is right, Miss Song provoked it, but she has never agreed. How did you know that King Nanling actually used this as a bet! I see, whether it is winning or winning, Miss Song is the one who can't escape the most! She has no face when she wins. She loses so many things when she wins. She has no small blame!"

Master Song Qing returned to his position with a heavy face at the moment. Some young ladies were envious and jealous just now, but now they saw it, but they were gloating.

She was very embarrassed and depressed. She heard the soft whispers behind her, but now she has no energy to turn around and yell.

Now all her eyes are on Gu Xiaowan.

There was never a moment like now, she so hoped that Gu Xiaowan would win.

Those people are right. Winning is only losing her face, but losing is not just losing her face!

After Gu Xiaowan got up, she came to the middle of the table. She stopped in front of the tea set that Song Qing had just shown and looked around. Then she beckoned to the little **** and said a few words to the little eunuch.

Everyone thought that Gu Xiaowan had asked the little **** to remove the tea set, but no one knew that after the little **** was listening, she ran away without even bringing the tea set.

Everyone thought he was calling for help, but no one knew it, he went and returned immediately, and came over with a jar in his arms.

"What's the matter? Why did he come up with the jar?" Someone asked when he was puzzled.

Gu Xiaowan took the jar, and Shi Shiran sat down in front of Song Qing's tea set. Her movements were very elegant, and she saw the little **** helping her to drain the water in the silver pot. , And then I saw Gu Xiaowan continuously scooping water into the silver pot from the jar brought by Master Song Qing.

Everyone was stunned, this Anping Princess also wants to make tea?

What is she doing?

Someone exclaimed: "Could it be that Princess Anping will also perform Phantasy Tea?"

"How is it possible? She never said that she was Master Wen Yan's apprentice! You must have guessed wrong, maybe she just made tea!" Someone shook his head and said in disagreement.

Everyone's voices went out, because only this statement can convince everyone!

Yes, Master Wen Yan is the most powerful tea-cooking master in the Qing Dynasty. If Gu Xiaowan is Master Wen Yan's apprentice, why would she never say!

Tan Yushu was also a little nervous, and Princess Lihua asked, "What is Anping doing?"

Tan Yushu didn't know what she was going to do, but she knew that her sister was good at making tea, so she said, "Sister Xu wants to make tea!"

When Lihua heard it, her brows frowned, her expression worried.

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If Anping really wants to make tea, even if it is to make the tea out of the aroma of wine, it will not be able to beat Master Song Qing. She knows magic tea!

Thinking of this, the two became more nervous, staring at Gu Xiaowan unblinkingly.

Shu Tianci's hand under the embroidered golden dragon robe was also held together fiercely, and he looked at Gu Xiaowan without moving his eyes, not knowing what she was going to do!

Gu Xiaowan, the client, has a relaxed and contented look.

She scooped the water into the silver pot, and put it directly on the stove to make a fire. Without asking anyone to help, she took a fan and fanned the fire. Within a while, the water boiled and the spout burst out. With a burst of anger, Gu Xiaowan took a heavy rag, held the handle of the silver pot, and took the silver pot off.

Then, following the appearance of Master Song Qing just now, he washed all the tea sets with boiling hot water.

When one pot of water ran out, and the second pot of water boiled, Gu Xiaowan scooped up the water with a silver pot and replaced it with another pot. Put the tea leaves that Master Song Qing had used into the tea cup that had just been brewed with boiling water.

Then he brewed the tea leaves again with hot boiling water, and quickly poured out the tea washing water.

Everyone understood it at this time.

Someone lowered his voice and said, "Princess Anping looked like she was going to make tea! How could she make tea better than fantasy tea? She must have lost this round!"

"If you lose, it's over. Daqing wants to give so many things to Nanling! Then she is a sinner forever!"

At this time, a sensible wife said with a serious face: "That's not to blame Princess Anping. If you want to blame, you must blame some people for wanting to compete too much. Princess Anping has to compete!"

Some people were said by the lady and looked at Master Song Qing for a while.

In my heart, indeed, Princess Anping didn't want to show it just now, but Miss Song has always been forced!

Gu Xiaowan put all his thoughts on the ten tea cups in front of him.

The magic tea performed by Song Qingshi just now is also called Fencha, a variety of tea games, but it's just a tea-making technique.

The mist produced by pouring hot boiling water on the tea leaves when making tea turns into flowers, birds, insects and fish of various colors. Song Qingshi’s performance just now turns into peony and flying birds, but it is just the simplest kind of magic tea.

But it's just such a simple technique, and it will take years to learn!

Not to mention the illusion of the beauty of the landscape. I heard Master Song Qing just now that Master Wen Yan had been studying for so long and he could only illusion two kinds of flowers to appear at the same time. That is enough to explain how difficult it is for magic tea!

Gu Xiaowan looked at the washed tea and then at the silver kettle sitting on the stove. The water in the silver kettle had already boiled, and the first boiling was gurgling.

Gu Xiaowan didn't move, even closed her eyes.

For a while, everyone was puzzled by the second monk: "What is Princess Anping doing? The water is boiling!"

"I don't know. The water has boiled for so long and she is still sitting there. What does she want to do? Is it possible that she can't continue?"