After the new consort

Feng Suzhen didn't continue this topic anymore, and chatted casually while picking up the tea leaves: "This tea smells fresh and elegant, but tastes mellow and sweet, doesn't it seem like it's produced in Jiangnan?"

Meng Yanran nodded and said, "It's an old acquaintance of my father's. He came back from the snow mountain last year and brought it specially. He said that the mountain is dry, and this tea is very good for clearing the fire and nourishing the lungs."

"It's no wonder that the throat feels refreshed. It turns out that it is so rare." Feng Suzhen picked up a cup of freshly brewed tea, saw the boy opposite him staring at her, smiled and said: "After holding it for a long time, you also come to taste it." One?"

The little boy quickly waved his hands and said, "Don't dare, I don't know how to drink tea."

"Don't know how to drink tea?" Feng Suzhen frowned as if she didn't understand: "Then don't you usually drink water?"

The little boy seemed a little surprised and said, "Of course the water is for drinking."

Feng Suzhen smiled and said: "That's it. If you know how to drink water, there is no difference between drinking tea, but the taste is different."

"I mean," the little boy seemed to think hard before he said, "I mean, I can't taste anything, and I wasted this good tea."

"Tea is meant for people to drink. What's the waste?" Feng Suzhen held the tea bowl forward and said, "Is it worthwhile to drink a sip and compose a poem? I think you don't care. Distracting thoughts, only feeling the taste of this tea is the most precious."

After talking, the tea has been handed over to the children, so several children drank it flatteredly. They drank it at different speeds, with different expressions on their faces, which just reflected that the same cup of tea is different for everyone. The taste of listening is more interesting than listening to someone chant a few lines of poems.Feng Suzhen looked at them, with a mellow smile on her lips. She turned her head to look at Meng Yanran, and saw that her eyes were looking at this side, her eyes seemed to be admiring and joyful, and when she slid past her, her eyes were full of light.

Not long after, three rounds of tea had been served, and the children gradually rested. Feng Suzhen and Meng Yanran did not return to the pavilion as if they had a tacit understanding, but sat idle on the green grass next to them.

Meng Yanran turned her head to look at the people in the pavilion, and asked hesitantly, "Brother Feng, the people here today are all famous scholars from the south of the Yangtze River. You are so talented and educated, but you don't seem to care about getting acquainted with them. You just want to have tea with me here Sit down, wouldn't it be a pity to be buried like this?"

Feng Suzhen just smiled when she heard the words, looked up at the blue mountains and white clouds for a while, and then said slowly and leisurely: "Yanran, look at the birds in the mountains, they can fly and sing as they want, so freely, if no one Is watching, is it considered buried?"

Meng Yanran followed her gaze and looked up, her heart gradually relaxed, she seemed to forget the people behind her and the topic just now, she just sighed softly: "This bird is really free."

Feng Suzhen followed the birds casually, and said in a sad voice, "Actually, in such a picturesque place in the south of the Yangtze River, where you can go and stop, you can go and stay at your own pace, and you can be as free as these birds, so you don't have to envy them." .”

Meng Yanran heard that she clearly said freedom, but her tone of voice seemed infinitely sad, it seemed that this freedom made her feel melancholy, she was about to turn her head to look at her expression, when suddenly there was a breeze blowing by her side, and a familiar figure came from her side Soaring up into the sky, Meng Yanran's gaze closely followed the white shadows, she almost forgot to breathe in astonishment, she just felt that Feng Suzhen was stepping into the wind step by step, she was so fast that it was hard to see clearly, but she was so graceful and undisturbed , Yi Que whirled and fell, like a nine-day fairy descending from the sky.

Meng Yanran just stood there in a daze, looked straight at Feng Suzhen, and subconsciously said: "You...", but Feng Suzhen's expression was a little blurred, as if this sound brought her back to her senses, and she suddenly realized that she was What did Meng Yanran do in front of her, she said with apologetic expression: "I... I learned some boxing skills before, but somehow I got carried away. I'm really sorry, didn't I scare you?"

Meng Yanran was still in astonishment, she didn't know how to answer for a while, she found that Feng Suzhen was holding a yellow sparrow in her hand, so she hurriedly said, "Brother Feng, are you... going to catch birds?"

Feng Suzhen raised her hand, looked at the oriole that was about to struggle, and said with a wry smile: "It's not true, it's just that I just talked about birds, and suddenly remembered that someone once pointed to the birds in the sky and told me that I wanted this bird So what if I stay for her?" Feng Suzhen turned around as she spoke, her tone seemed to pass through thousands of mountains and rivers, still revealing the astringency of reminiscence, Tianxiang's determined and stubborn look floated in her mind.

Meng Yanran looked at Feng Suzhen's back, something seemed to come to her mind, she murmured: "This person...is so domineering."

"Yes, she is so domineering and willful." Feng Suzhen seemed to be complaining, but her tone was full of connivance: "But at that time, I just twisted her and said: 'Then even if this bird is forced to stay, it won't die again. It's not the one in the sky.'" As he spoke, he moved the oriole between his hands, and laughed at himself: "In the end, she let the bird go, so I suddenly wanted to see if it would be different if it was really tied in my hand? Heh , It’s really ridiculous.” As he spoke, he moved his five fingers, and the oriole regained its freedom and soared into the sky.

Meng Yanran listened to the faint affection in Feng Suzhen's tone, and felt a little depressed in her heart. She felt that she seemed to be closer to her, but also seemed to be separated by something. "Who is that person?" lingered on her lips. After a few laps, I couldn't ask any questions. I wanted to know an answer, but I was afraid of knowing the answer, so I just quietly accompanied her for a long time without saying a word.

When the Spring Festival came back, Liu Changying complained to Feng Suzhen all the way: "Although you don't want to cause trouble, you can't just stop writing poems. These Jiangnan literati are all very self-righteous. They know that we came from the capital. , I have long been determined to compete, but you just hid out, almost letting them compete!"

"Nearly? Then of course they won." Feng Suzhen turned her head to look at Liu Changying's angry face, and joked: "I knew that with your knowledge, Brother Liu, they would naturally have to bow down. Why should I How about adding more to the snake?"

But Liu Changying retorted resolutely: "Then Yanran who makes tea and pours water needs you to add more to the snake?"

Feng Suzhen was taken aback by surprise, glanced at Li Zhaoting and explained: "You guys are not concentrating on your poems, you still pay attention to these things. There are so many of us drinking, and only Yan Ran makes tea by herself. I feel sorry for being so busy. You guys Naturally, these talented scholars and celebrities cannot give in, so I am the only one to help."

Seeing her, Liu Changying was still confident, rolled his eyes and continued, "Don't forget, Yanran doesn't know your real identity. In her eyes, you are also a handsome young man. Didn't you hear that sound?" Big brother Feng's yelling is extraordinarily complicated, far from being so ordinary like other big brothers!"

Although what he said was a reproach, it was interesting. Li Zhaoting, who was walking beside him, couldn't help laughing out loud. After a short pause, he said to Feng Suzhen: "Brother Liu, this reminder is also for your own good. Treat Yanran differently, and you don't want to attract others' attention, this matter needs to be planned early, so as not to cause complications, even if it is for Yanran, it will not only cause sadness."

Feng Suzhen saw that the two of them had said so clearly, so she corrected her color and said: "What you two said is that, in fact, I am also here today for... In this case, let's find an opportunity to identify me as soon as possible, so It’s really wrong to hide it.”

Compared to the way the three of them took a lot of thought, the Meng Mansion is now smiling happily. The family of three sits around the table, but Mr. Meng is not in a hurry to move his chopsticks. He just looks at Meng Yanran with a smile and says: "Yanran's past few years Qin, today is finally a good day to play the qin! Finally someone can understand our Yanran's qin sound."

Mrs. Meng asked with a look of confusion: "What does the master mean by this? Could it be that there is something special about today's Spring Festival?"

Mr. Meng said to Mrs. Meng with a smile on his face: "Ma'am, I don't know. In the past few years, Yanran has played the guqin. You know Mrs. Yanran's piano art, so it is naturally full of praise. But they What we don't know is that what Yanran wants is a bosom friend, not these echoes. In fact, every year in the song, Yanran deliberately misses a beat or two. It's a pity that none of these pretentious literati can hear it , so every year is a waste of time. But this year—"

Master Meng stopped when he said this, and pouted his mouth in Meng Yanran's direction. Mrs. Meng was overjoyed, and hurriedly asked, "Someone heard it this year? Who is it?"

"Daddy! Mom, don't listen to Daddy's nonsense." Meng Yanran blushed and stopped the topic, then couldn't help but say angrily after a moment: "Those people think they are literati and scholars, and they are too busy showing off their talents. Some people are listening to the piano seriously, but they are arty, but they don’t understand, but they still make false comments and false praises, in fact, they have no respect for the piano player.”

"But there are people who are full of economics but know how to hide their strengths and bide their time. They put all their heart and soul into the piano, so they can hear the difference with every note." Master Meng looked at Yan Ran's shy face, and said with a smile: "There is a mistake in the song, Zhou Lang Gu, it’s really a good story. Madam, don’t worry, you’ve seen Yanran’s Zhou Lang before.” He raised his hand and pointed to the east and asked: “Mr. Feng Lanzhi next door, Madam, what do you think? ah?"