light wine brewed tea

The road to Linhuangfu is far and difficult to travel. In the winter when it snows and the river is frozen, the group of people really delayed for half a year before officially entering the land of Fanbang.

It was the first time for Prophet Tao to come, and excitedly jumped down from the stopped carriage wearing a cotton robe, exhaled white breath, and warmed his cold palms.

The city of Fanbang Xiaoguo is not big, there are no mountains around, and there are wilderness everywhere. Fu Jingxuan didn't want to get out of the carriage, wrapped in a fluffy fox-collar cape and looked out in the carriage. It was the pots of emerald orchids planted in the Fang family's yard, and the person who specifically told him to take care of the orchids before he left.

That person should be busy now, it's the season of picking spring buds, and after staying for a few days, all the tea shops that were closed will be reopened.

Fu Jingxuan was distracted just thinking about the prosperous scene, and wanted to turn his head and walk back immediately. The first thing he did when he went back was to kiss that person with his arms around him, and then have a few drinks with him to celebrate. Fan.

Sitting opposite Second Master Fu, Pu Ling saw the corners of his mouth twitching up, picked up a warm hand to pour him a cup of hot wine to warm up, and asked, "What is Second Master thinking about?"

Fu Jingxuan took the wine glass and didn't drink it. The wine was brought by the accompanying guards. It was too strong for him to drink.

Putting his hands in his arms, Hu Yunshan leaned against the corner of the carriage and replied for Fu Jingxuan, "Of course I'm thinking of my master." Although Fang Zesheng said he would not accept him as a disciple, he couldn't lose his courtesy. Fang Zesheng called each other, and no one was in the way.

Pu Ling is still young, just turned fifteen this year, so he is very curious about Fang Zesheng.He was Madam Cheng's cousin's direct disciple. He often sat in Madam Cheng's room, heard Madam Cheng chatting with the master about tea, and occasionally heard them mention Fang Zesheng.

The Fang Zesheng in his ears is not a disabled person sitting in a wheelchair like he is now. It is said that when he was young, he was amazingly talented and full of elegance.

Pu Ling was curious and asked Fu Jingxuan: "I heard from Mrs. Cheng that there was a time when the head of the family came to visit and almost pushed the master into hiding in the mountains. Is it true?"

Before Fu Jingxuan answered, Hu Yunshan dug his ears vigorously, "Who are you bullying?"

Pu Ling said, "My master."

Hu Yunshan said: "Isn't your master Mr. Zhou Yanyu Zhou?"

Pu Ling nodded: "It's Mr. Zhou."

Hu Yunshan said: "Mr. Zhou is a saint in the tea market! How could he be bullied by the juniors?"

Fu Jingxuan shook the white porcelain wine glass, and the corners of his mouth curled up a little triumphantly.

The incident that Pu Ling mentioned happened when he and Fang Zesheng were 14 years old.

Although Fu Erye was not welcomed by Fu Shangyi and Liu Erniang in the Fu family, there was also a gentle and amiable aunt who thought of him. Although the aunt was not as considerate as his own mother, she never regarded him as an outsider .Liu Erniang's heart was broken because of her three sons, she taught them how to tea and how to do accounts, she wished that Fu Jingxuan would be ignorant, and when he became an adult, he would be a piece of trash, so he couldn't take away from the Fu family family property.Fortunately, Mrs. Cheng still wanted to teach him, and let him learn tea from Mr. Zhou occasionally, so as not to leave Fu Jingye too much behind.

Fu Jingxuan was smart since he was a child, and his ability to taste tea seems to be innate. Although his temperament is not bad, he wants to go against Fu Shangyi in everything. Want to run wild.

Cheng Xiqiu couldn't control him, so he thought of a way to use Fang Zesheng to suppress him, and often praised Fang Zesheng in his ear calmly, and reminded him that if he wanted to continue to be friends with Young Master Fang, then he would You have to catch up with his footsteps well, otherwise the two of you will stand together in the future, one is an outstanding young master, and the other is an ignorant street hooligan, how unsuitable will they look?

Fu Jingxuan was absent-minded at first, but he didn't expect that the last word "good match" hit him directly.At that time, he had just realized that he had other thoughts about Fang Zesheng, and he was afraid that he would really grow up to be a street hooligan in the future and would not be good enough for him.

It's just that Fu Jingxuan's talent is all in the tongue, learning tea with Mr. Zhou is always unfavorable, but when it comes to tea ordering, he is completely defeated, and he can't even order a cup of inferior yellow and white tea soup.

Mr. Zhou has an indistinguishable handsome face, but he is very small-minded. A young man named Fu Jingxuan gave him two dishes in the tea-tasting game, so he wanted to make up for it all in the tea-ordering game, and gave him one. It was difficult for him to practice alone in the bamboo garden of the Fu family for two days and two nights.

On that day, Fang Ze came to look for him, and the first time he saw him sitting in the bamboo garden with black eyes making tea, before he could speak, he saw that his techniques for boiling water and burning charcoal were all wrong?He couldn't help asking why, and angrily dragged him to Mrs. Cheng's yard to settle accounts with Mr. Zhou.

Mr. Zhou didn't know what was going on, and he was standing in the yard harming the flowers and plants raised by Mrs. Cheng, when suddenly a clear and clear youthful voice sounded from behind, it was Fang Zesheng holding Fu Jingxuan's hand, wanting to declare war on him.

That battle was wonderful, it was the first time that Fu Jingxuan saw Fang Zesheng showing his aura in front of his elders, as if he wanted to overwhelm Mr. Zhou no matter what, let him taste his strength, so that he would never dare to bully him again The small, foolish Fu Jingxuan didn't sleep for two days and two nights.

Thinking of this, the corners of Fu Erye's mouth rose a lot.

When he won against Mr. Zhou that day, Fang Zesheng asked him why he wanted to learn how to order tea?Fu Jingxuan confessed the truth, worrying that the gap between the two of them would be too large and they would gradually drift apart.I thought Fang Zesheng would be secretly complacent when he heard this, but he turned his head away awkwardly, and muttered in a low voice: Why bother to listen to Madam Cheng's scaremongering, even if you are useless in this life, I am willing to feed and drink for you .

Fu Jingxuan didn't understand the meaning of this sentence at that time, so he put all the emphasis on "this life is useless"?Angrily, he put down a harsh word that he must become a talent, then turned around and ran to the bamboo garden to continue practicing tea making.

Although something happened to the Fang family after that, Fu Jingxuan still couldn't help laughing when he thought of the two of them when they were children.

Pu Ling saw that he was smiling more and more happily, and asked again: "What is the second master thinking?"

Fu Jingxuan took a look at him, closed his eyes with a smile, leisurely waved the jade fracture fan in his hands, and said, "I miss home."

At this time, the home is full of spring scenery, and everything is renewed.

Uncle Dumb changed into a thin shirt and stood in the yard of the inner house holding a box of fresh spring buds in his hand.

This box of spring buds is a top-grade box just delivered by the steward who rented the land. The pieces are green and tender, and evenly plump. Originally, they were supposed to be brought to the study room for Fang Zesheng to check the quality at the first time, but Fang Zesheng had already come to the yard. With a cane under his left armpit and Chen Fu supporting his right hand, he stood up slowly.

He has been able to stand for a long time.

Half a year ago, Chen Fu came to Fang's house with a medicine box and tried hundreds of methods that he had searched for, and finally cured Fang Zesheng's two useless legs.

Although he can't walk independently now, he can already take a few steps with the help of others.

Dr. Chen was still very excited a few days ago, but he started to worry again these two days. While carefully supporting Fang Zesheng, he said, "It's been an hour since I've been walking, why don't we go back to the house and take a rest? The old man knows that the master is anxious to recover his legs. You are sick, but every step you take now is like walking on a stone slab covered with steel nails, so you must not rush for success."

Fang Zesheng's forehead was sweating, and a layer of hoarfrost caused by excessive pain appeared on the corner of his mouth.He wanted to walk more every day, so that when Fu Jingxuan came back, he could see how he stood up.It's just that he has been sitting in a wheelchair for many years, and it's really too much for him to stand up and walk all of a sudden.I wanted to hear what Chen Fu said and went back to the house to rest, but accidentally caught a glimpse of a winter jasmine flower that had just bloomed on a flower branch.

So he walked over step by step, picked up the scissors next to the flowerbed, and gently cut one off.

The dumb uncle hurried forward, gestured and asked if he wanted to put this flower up?

Fang Zesheng shook his head, followed the northerly breeze today, and looked into the distance.

Chen Fu knew what was going on in his heart, and said following his thoughts: "I don't know when Second Young Master Fu will come back."

Fang Zesheng didn't know the exact time, but just silently looked at the winter jasmine branch in his hand, his eyes full of longing:

I fold a spring flower, and save a few drops of summer rain. When the mountain is full of autumn red, pick up a few fallen leaves for him, and he will come back to me on the fresh brocade snow?