All Hail Cousin Brother

Remember in a second【】

While paying attention to the fire, Song Mingzhao waited until the inside of the cup boiled, picked up the tea and put it into the tea cup, "I'm worried that you will spoil this rare good thing."

Rao is as gentle as Song Wanhui, but she can't help feeling angry, "I also learned the art of tea since I was a child, so how can I spoil a good thing?!"

Song Mingzhao plucked the charcoal fire from time to time, but did not speak to him.

This stick can't make a boring character, which makes Song Wanhui more and more angry "We are both brothers, so why is there such a big difference? My cousin not only guides you to practice calligraphy, homework, piano art, She also made incense fans and zithers for Yaoyao. On Yaoyao’s tenth birthday, she gave Yaoyao a seal carved with peach blossoms and frozen stone. Miss Yu said that cousin Zhou spent a lot of time carving it himself. Even her father was full of praise when he saw it..."

Song Mingzhao's breathing slowed down, and interrupted her, "Is that the cousin from Youzhou in Yu's mansion? The only son of Youzhou's Shi family?"

Song Wanhui was taken aback again, but she didn't expect her elder brother to be interested in the matter of Cousin Zhou, "Well, it's him."

Seeing the cup of tea rolling up and down, Song Mingzhao set aside the charcoal fire of the stove, "What's it called?"

Song Wanhui replied subconsciously, "It seems to be called, Zhou Linghuai!"

"He has a good relationship with Miss Yu Mansion?" The tea was already on fire, Song Mingzhao took a tea bucket, scooped a bucket of tea, and poured it into a teacup.

After leaving it for a while, he picked up the teacup, brought it to his nose and sniffed it lightly, and there was a faint smile on his indifferent lips.

Obviously very satisfied with the tea he made.

Song Wanhui saw that he only cared about her own taste, she was so angry that she didn't want to speak.

really!

This is not my brother!

Song Mingzhao took a sip of the tea lightly, and the bamboo fragrance revealed a hint of sweetness, complemented by a trace of medicinal bitterness in the tea, the mouthfeel revealed a hint of astringency and bitterness, the throat became sweet and mellow, and the stomach felt fragrant Inside, the spirit of tea enters the orifice, and I feel the sweetness in the mouth, which cannot be entangled.

Song Mingzhao glanced at his sister, "Why don't you speak?"

While sipping tea, Song Wanhui said, "Yaoyao is very close to this cousin. In a word? She is inseparable from her cousin? And her cousin is also a formidable person? I heard that she is not only a talent of heaven and man? She is also good at piano, Chess, calligraphy, paintings, there are a lot of calligraphy and paintings of Zhou's cousin hanging in the Yaoyao room? In a word, it is superb, but it is a pity that the leg is broken..."

Song Mingzhao's breathing was light and stagnant.

Then I thought of the picture of Miss Yu standing under the bodhi tree and making a wish on the eighth day of April.

Can't help guessing? What did Miss Yu make at that time?

Is it related to her cousin Zhou?

Song Mingzhao felt that he was thinking too much, so he changed the subject, "Is the tea used for cooking tea the herbal tea given to you by Miss Yu?"

Song Wanhui nodded, "Yaoyao took the bamboo dew and made herbal tea by herself. Cooking this tea with bamboo juice should have a special taste? Isn't it very good?"

Song Mingzhao let out a "hmm".

Song Wanhui looked at such a large yard and suggested, "Brother, why don't you plant a piece of light bamboo in your Jiuzhaoxuan, so that every year when it rains during the Dragon Boat Festival, you can also dig out the bamboo to make tea and boil water."

Song Mingzhao looked at the precious flowers and trees in the courtyard? He didn't feel it was a pity to shovel them.

Didn't Song Wanhui hear her elder brother's answer? Then she knew that her plan had failed.

This brother of hers has never eaten oil and salt since he was a child.

I'm afraid it's not my brother!

Just thinking wildly? Song Wanhui heard her indifferent elder brother? uttering, "Qintian monitoring, the sky will be fine tomorrow? The dragon boat race in the moat will continue as usual. You can invite Miss Yu to watch it together."

Song Wanhui was stunned for a moment, then she came to her senses.

It is really not easy for the old, weak, sick and disabled to go out in the first house of Yu Mansion. The flower fair of Changxing Hou has already troubled the second room a lot, and it is not easy to go out with the second room if you want to come to Yaoyao.

This rare Dragon Boat Festival Dragon Boat Race, I probably won't be able to watch it.

If she posted a post to Yaoyao and invited Yaoyao to watch the dragon boat race together, it would be a matter of course.

It's just that when did the eldest brother care about this kind of thing?

After thinking about it, I felt that I was thinking too much. Eldest brother often took Yaoyao's herbal tea from her. According to elder brother's temperament, it seemed not surprising that he would make such a suggestion.

Song Mingzhao turned his head and told the boy next to him, "Shovel the flowers and trees on the small hill to the south, and replant them with light bamboo."

In the early years, it was fashionable to lead mountains and water into the hospital in Beijing.

His Jiuzhaoxuan filled a hill and planted a lot of precious flowers and trees. It used to be good, but now he thinks that planting bamboo seems to be more elegant.

He raised his eyes and saw a bamboo grove in a trance. There was a vague figure, dressed in pink, instructing his servants to dig out bamboo.

Song Mingzhao suddenly felt dizzy, he shook his head vigorously and looked there——

All the trance scenes disappeared, but Yan Tiao's coquettish voice was vaguely heard in his ears, "Song Mingzhao, let me make tea for you with bamboo tea, okay..."

The sound is in the ear, and the words are in the heart, but it is not real at all.

Song Mingzhao's heart palpitations were severe, and he suddenly held his chest and gasped for breath.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?" Seeing that something was wrong with him, Song Wanhui hurriedly stepped forward and helped him to sit down, and saw that his face was very pale, with a hint of gray and haggard.

"It's okay, I'm just a little tired." Song Mingzhao took a breath, picked up the tea tremblingly, brought it to his lips and took a few sips, and slowly, the throbbing in his heart calmed down, and his face returned to normal.

Song Wanhui was a little worried, "Do you want to change your mother and ask the imperial doctor to come and have a look?"

^0^ Remember in a second【】

The elder brother's expression just now was really terrifying, he actually showed a sickness like dead ashes, as if the person is not dead, but his heart is already dying.

She was indescribable, always feeling uneasy.

Song Mingzhao shook his head, "I still have something to do in my study, so I'll leave first."

Before Song Wanhui could answer, he had already got up and strode out of the octagonal pavilion.

Song Wanhui felt relieved when she saw that he was walking like a tiger and he really didn't seem to be in trouble.

Back in the study, Song Mingzhao sat in front of the desk in a daze. The blurred picture just now, for some reason, made his heart feel like a knife.

He spread the rice paper, picked it up, closed his eyes, opened them after a while, and a bamboo leaf was drawn under him...

In the Yu Mansion, Yu Youyao received Song Wanhui's gift, and she was very happy to see that it was a very delicate sachet. After playing with it for a while, she asked Chun Xiao to collect it carefully.

Then, I sat with my cousin in a pavilion near Xiaoxiang Forest and made tea.

Yu Youyao held the fragrant cheeks in both hands, watching her cousin grind the tea into powder, holding the pot alone, pour boiling water from top to bottom, sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, and pour it into the cup containing the tea powder. .

When tea and water meet, the soup pattern and water veins suddenly change into various patterns, including mountains, rivers, flowers and birds, insects, fish and animals, just like ink paintings.

Dear, this chapter is over, I wish you a happy reading! ^0^