Rise From the Humble

  Chapter 676 Delivering Tea in the Study Room

   "Tao Te Ching" is a great work written before the separation of hundreds of schools of thought in the pre-Qin period. For such a Taoist masterpiece, Zhu Ping'an has long been familiar with it, and it is natural to write silently.

When Zhu Pingan silently wrote the "Tao Jing" to "Know the male, keep the female, be the stream of the world. For the stream of the world, Changde will never leave, and return to the baby", Li Shu in the bathroom has also finished bathing, like a snow jade Step out of the bath.

After writing more than 2,100 words for half an hour, Zhu Pingan, who finally calmed down his scorching blood, announced that his efforts had failed again the second Li Shu walked into the study, and returned overnight. Before liberation, my mouth was dry and my blood was hotter than before.

Li Shu had just finished bathing, and walked into the study room with the scent of moist rose petals. She was wrapped in a white Chinese-style double-breasted bathrobe, and her wet hair was draped over her shoulders. The hair was still dripping, soaking through the bathrobe. A large piece, clinging to Li Shu's white and tender skin, hazy and more attractive.

  Li Shu tied the bathrobe with a bow that was about to fly, and the bow was alive, as if it was really a butterfly. Yes, it seemed that the bow would fly away in the next second, and the bathrobe would slip off.

   With slender feet, she moved lightly in lotus steps and stepped into the study.

  Zhu Ping'an held a brush in his hand when he heard the sound, and looked up at the door, just in time to see Li Shu in a bathrobe walking into the study. The most beautiful thing is a beauty out of the bath. The blood that had tried to calm down became hot again, and Zhu Ping'an couldn't help feeling parched again, and his blood surged up.

  This fiery little fairy is really killing me.

  Zhu Ping'an's Adam's apple rose and fell, and an uncontrollable swallowing sound sounded in the study, which was very eye-catching.

Li Shu's eyes became brighter, and she brushed her long black and beautiful hair to the nape of her neck with her slender hands, looked at Zhu Ping'an with a smile and said, "My husband is still practicing calligraphy, it's hard work. It's hot today, and my husband has been tired for another day. Let’s drink a cup of hot tea to moisten your throat first. Tieguanyin is the most suitable for the hot summer weather, it can cool off the heat and reduce the fire.”

  Li Shu's inadvertent hair-raising action caught Zhu Ping'an's eyes, fascinated Zhu Ping's reason, and triggered Zhu Ping's blood, which instantly made Zhu Ping's blood boil and agitate.

  As soon as Li Shu finished speaking, Baozi's little maid walked in with a cup of hot tea.

Li Shu took the hot tea from the little maid of Baozi, holding the hot tea in her slender hands, she walked to the desk gracefully, and put the teacup in front of Zhu Pingan gracefully, with her cherry lips slightly parted, she said softly: "Your husband's head is sweating, his face is red and his ears are red. He's very hot. Let's drink some tea to moisten his throat."

   Why am I sweating and blushing, don’t you know? !

  Zhu Ping'an looked at Li Shu speechlessly.

At this time, Li Shu just leaned over to put down the teacup. The bathrobe was already loose, but now it is even looser. Zhu Pingan saw that there was more sweat on his forehead, and his face became redder. Ink blob.

  Zhu Ping'an can swear to God, he really didn't peek on purpose, it was purely unintentional.

   "Husband, your ink is smeared." Seeing this, Li Shu's beautiful eyes curled up beautifully, her lips parted, and she called her husband twice in a charming voice, pointing to the rice paper to remind Zhu Ping'an.

   "Ahem, remembering today's petition, I lost my mind..."

  Zhu Ping'an hurriedly withdrew his gaze, his old face blushed, he coughed dryly twice, and made up an excuse, saying that his self-proclaimed concentration was no match for an unconscious move by Li Shu, a goblin.

   "Husband has been exhausted for a long day of expressing love today, and it is inevitable that he is exhausted. Let's have a cup of tea and take a break." Li Shu seemed to be unaware of Zhu Ping's peeping, thinking that Zhu Ping's ink on the rice paper was caused by fatigue.

   "It's okay, it's okay." Zhu Pingan got off the horse on the slope, picked up the teacup to cover up his embarrassment, and drank from the cow.

   "How can you spoil tea like this? This is the Anxi tribute tea that was obtained with great difficulty, and you have chewed peonies." Li Shu was very angry.

   "I drank it all, it will be ruined there." Zhu Ping'an wiped his mouth.

"Although you drank all of it, you have also ruined this cup of good tea. Don't you know how to taste tea? There are three mouthfuls of tea, one for its color, two for its fragrance, and three for its taste. Three mouthfuls are enough to know the taste, and three times to be tempted." .You drank it all in one gulp, and you’re not chewing peonies and throwing things away.” Li Shu gave Zhu Pingan a white look, and said angrily.

   "One sip is for drinking, two sips are for drinking, and three sips are for tasting. You let me drink tea, but you didn't let me taste tea." Zhu Pingan put down his teacup and explained with a slight smile.

   "Slick tongue." Li Shu rolled her eyes, coquettishly.

"Grandpa, it's not just tea. This tea is the dew collected by the lady with a jade bottle when we were on our way this morning. It's enough to cook half a pot of tea." Baozi's little maid helped her lady to speak, pouted and added .

   Dew?

  Zhu Ping'an smacked his tongue when he heard the words. He was really particular about it. He hadn't drunk tea cooked with dew before, so he really should taste more.

In ancient times, there was no heavy pollution, no smog, the air was much cleaner, and the dew was also clean. Especially the aristocratic families had experience in collecting dew, and they would avoid the low grass dew that occupied dust. The dew collected was of the highest quality. honeydew. However, collecting dew in this way is really time-consuming and labor-intensive. Only aristocratic families have the capital to collect dew to make tea.

"Hua'er, he's a common man, what are you talking to him about so much. And go make another cup of tea. If he dares to spoil it again, I won't give him tea again." Li Shu pouted and smiled slightly. Smiling, he ordered the little maidservant of Baozi to pour tea, and glanced at Zhu Pingan with big watery eyes, half threatening and half playful.

  Zhu Pingan smiled speechlessly, and did not refute. Indeed, compared with Li Shu and the others who are pampered and pampered by the aristocratic family, he, a poor boy from a rural family, is indeed a layman.

  (end of this chapter)