When Emperor Wu dressed as Darcy's sister

Since yesterday, bits and pieces of snow have gradually drifted up near Netherfield, and the newly melted soil is covered with a thin layer of white cotton clothes. People are willing to move away from the warmth of the fireplace.

The reception room on the first floor is the busiest place in the manor. Except for Stuart who was bored in his room after meeting Wu Zhao yesterday, even Darcy, who was always indifferent, sat with a letter. At the desk in the reception room.

There was snowflakes all over the house outside, and a blazing fireplace inside. The gentlemen and ladies relaxed their moods, and their postures were leisurely and lazy. Except for the voice of Hester complaining about boredom from time to time, the house was still very quiet.

Only Qingniang was the busiest one. She was on the right side of Wu Zhao, but she was not sitting on the sofa, but sitting upright on a thick lake blue brocade cushion, with a small willow table in front of her. He was concentrating on fiddling with the tongs in his hand and fiddled with a black thing baked in the ceramic oven on the table.

"It smells so good!"

Wu Zhao was the closest, but it wasn't her who smelled the fragrance first, but Bentley, who had been distractedly paying attention to this place since the moment Qingniang was roasting something with a fire.

While admiring loudly, he smiled helplessly and approached Qing Niang, awkwardly imitating Qing Niang and sitting crookedly on the mat, "Miss Qing Niang, what are you doing to eat?"

Qing Niang's eyes are full of the things caught in the poker in her hand, how can she tell the difference!Simply keep silent and don't reply to him.

Bing Li was cheerful, and he didn't mind Qing Niang ignoring him, he still sat on the cushion in a distorted state, trying to ask something more.

It was still Wu Zhao who couldn't see it, so he closed the book in his hand, coughed lightly to attract Bingley's attention, then raised his chin and signaled: "Mr. Why don't you sit down and take a look."

"Ah, it's roasting tea?" Bingley suddenly realized, and smiled a little embarrassedly, "Why don't you sit on a chair? Kneeling here is too uncomfortable."

Wu Zhao smiled helplessly, and said seriously: "This is not kneeling, but the oriental etiquette when drinking tea. You should stand up straight, put your knees on the ground, keep your shoulders flat, and your elbows straight—"

While she was talking, Bingley moved frantically, and finally managed to put on a pose that he could see by himself.

Bingley tried his best to maintain this appearance. He didn't even dare to turn his head. He just looked straight ahead and asked stiffly, "Miss Darcy, is this okay?"

Wu Zhao shook his head helplessly, seeing Bentley's appearance, it would be impossible to teach him to sit in the ceremony for a while.

She threw away the book in her hand as if giving up, and saw that Qing Niang was still silently turning over the tea cakes repeatedly, so she had to find something to distract Bingley.

"Going to Bennett's this morning, have you seen the beauty you've been thinking of, Mr. Bingley?"

Bingley was discouraged, put his hands behind his back, and said regretfully: "No, I just saw Mr. and Mrs. Bennett, and the ladies are not here."

But he was discouraged for a moment, and soon became happy.

loudly declared, "But I invite the family to visit Netherfield tomorrow!"

Wu Zhao secretly smiled, Bingley's character is really a bit funny, he has never seen such a straightforward temperament.Even if other people were curious about Miss's appearance, they would not be so eager.But Bingley's innocence and ease made his behavior seem not anxious, but pure curiosity.

As soon as Bingley finished speaking, Qing Niang finally put down the tongs in her hand, carefully placed the tea cake she was holding on the pottery tray on the table, and let out a sigh of relief.

"Miss, the tea is ready." Qing Niang wiped off the sweat dripping from her face, and looked at Wu Zhao with a smile, "It's up to you to make and divide the tea. I haven't even learned it."

Wu Zhao also smiled when he heard this.

To others, it seems that Qing Niang has learned it not long ago and has not learned it yet.But Wu Zhao knew that Qingniang had been studying for many years, and she didn't know what was going on. She was obviously talented in cooking, but she couldn't learn how to cook tea.

Not to mention dividing the tea into paintings, even this ordinary cooking of tea often fails to meet the requirements—not to mention that Wu Zhao has always been very demanding in tea, and he is not a famous cook, and he often doesn't even bother to take a look at it.

When I came to the UK, there were no famous masters who knew how to divide tea. Fortunately, Wu Zhao’s skill in cooking tea and dividing tea was not bad.

Wu Zhao got up from the sofa, straightened her skirt, and sat gracefully on the cushion, taking Qing Niang's place.

Qingniang lowered her head slightly and moved to the side of the table, took another clay pot, and gently handed it to Wu Zhao with both hands.Wu Zhao put the clay pot on the fire and moved it in a circular shape. It seemed that it was evenly heated. Then he took out the tea cake that had just been baked, gently put it into the pot, and continued to bake while shaking it slightly.

Bentley didn't want to talk at first, but he was so curious that he held back and held back, but he still couldn't help asking in a low voice, as if he was afraid of disturbing Wu Zhao: "Miss Darcy, didn't you just bake it? Why? Do you want to bake it again?"

"The baking just now is because this is a tea cake that has traveled across the ocean and came from the East. It has been transported by sea. Not only has it been a long time, the tea cake is old, but it has also withstood the moisture of the ocean. It is too humid, so it needs to be baked. .”

Wu Zhao is familiar with this set of tea-cooking movements. Even after she became an emperor, she would always cook tea and think about it alone, roast tea and cook right when she was free or thinking about something. For her, it was the simplest one, so she was not as engrossed as Qing Niang, and her demeanor was much more relaxed, and she didn't care about Bingley's questions.

"The current roasting is for the later cooking of tea. Only when the tea leaves are crispy and fragrant can the flavor of the tea be brought out to the greatest extent."

As Wu Zhao said, he noticed that the tea leaves in the clay pot had made a slight cracking sound, so he quickly removed the pot from the fire, and put the tea cakes into the pot with tongs.

Qingniang handed over three boiling white water at the right time, and Wu Zhao raised her hand to a height above the pottery cauldron, and poured it in at a leisurely pace.

Bentley was fascinated by watching, when he suddenly heard crackling and crackling sounds in the pottery cauldron, which made the whole person back away in fright,

Exclaimed: "What's going on!"

Caroline and Mrs. Hurst, who were sitting next to each other, were even more exaggerated. They hugged each other in fright. Caroline covered her head with her hat and shouted repeatedly: "What's wrong! It's a pot!" Did it explode?"

Darcy was originally focused on the letter, but since Wu Zhao talked about tea, he was involuntarily attracted to listen to him, and the sound exploded. He quickly got up and strode towards Wu Zhao, still anxiously asking questions. : "Gina! What's wrong with you, did the teacup burst?"

On the contrary, Wu Zhao remained calm, moved the cauldron gently, and smiled without raising his head: "No, brother, you don't have to worry. This is a normal phenomenon. This tea is called 'Thunder Tea', and the louder it is, the better it is." If it doesn't ring, it should be called 'dumb tea', but it's inferior."

Darcy breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this, but he didn't slow down at all. He still walked quickly behind Wu Zhao and looked at the continuous tea in the pottery pot. After careful observation, the teacup did not have any cracks. Then he asked curiously: "What's the matter?" Called 'Thunder Tea'? Appropriate name."

Wu Zhao smiled and poured out a cup from the pottery cauldron, handed it to Darcy himself, and raised his eyebrows to signal, "Brother, try it?"

Darcy reached out to take it, and brought it carefully in front of him. He first smelled it, and praised "It smells so good!" Then he drank it slowly, after a long aftertaste, and smiled with Bentley's burning eyes and praised: "The burnt aroma is rich, It tastes much better than the usual black tea!"

"May I have the honor to have a drink too?"

Wu Zhao was still looking back at Darcy, when he suddenly heard a question from behind, turned his head and looked, who else could it be if it wasn't Stuart!

"Your Excellency, why did you come out at this time?" Wu Zhao asked with raised eyebrows, remembering how he left yesterday.

Stuart looked calm and composed, not like yesterday when he questioned Wu Zhao why he was avoiding him like this. He only said indifferently when he heard the words: "The fragrance of tea is too strong, so it comes from the taste."

Wu Zhao smiled and didn't mind.

She was reaching for a new teacup. After thinking about it, she changed her mind again. She stretched out her hand halfway and turned a corner. She returned to herself, picked up the cup she had just poured a cup of tea, and asked with a smile, "Your Excellency, would you like to try it?" Do you want a taste?"

Wu Zhao turned her back to Darcy, and Darcy couldn't see her movements clearly.Stuart could see it clearly from this angle. His heart was shaking for a while, and he couldn't help taking the cup and took a deep breath.

"It's really fascinating." I don't know whether he smelled the fragrance of tea or Wu Zhao's powder, and whether he praised the tea or Wu Zhao.

Wu Zhao didn't seem to realize it, and Gu Zi lowered his head to share the tea.

Looking at the top of her golden hair, Stuart felt as if his paw had been scratched by a kitten and quickly retracted. He wished he could grab this thief cat and give it a hard slap to relieve his itch.

An ambiguous atmosphere wafted between the two of them.

Bentley, who was closest, didn't notice anything, and was still thinking about tea. He couldn't help it, and looked at Wu Zhao longingly, hesitant to speak all over his face.

Qingniang couldn't help snickering, she knew that Wu Zhao would never pour tea for Bingley with her own hands, so she simply smiled and said, "Mr. Bingley, let me pour you a cup."

Bingley didn't care who was serving the tea, he nodded and agreed, "Okay!

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Caroline and Mrs. Hurst wanted to come over again, but they dared not come over.

One was afraid of Stuart, and the other was embarrassed and a little angry because of the embarrassing incident last night.

Now I can only smell the fragrance of tea, but can't drink tea.

Mrs. Hurst was so angry that she complained repeatedly in her heart, she might as well learn from Hearst and sleep in the house for a day!

Mixed with the weird sense of balance between Wu Zhao Daxi and Stuart, the day just passed by like this...

Originally, the next day was the day that Bentley was looking forward to the most. The ladies of the Bennett family were going to pay a return visit!

Unexpectedly, it snowed heavily for several days, and the snow was so deep that half of the wheels could be buried. The Miss Bennett family never came to visit.

Bentley was sullen.

Only Caroline was secretly happy. She always believed that her brother should marry a real lady instead of finding a vulgar squire's daughter in the countryside.

Since Stuart refused to cooperate with her, there was an unknown little idea in her heart that was just around the corner...

Today, everyone was still gathering in the living room, and Caroline complained loudly to Mrs. Hurst as she strolled around the room, "The weather is terrible, the country is terrible, and I have to throw away my shoes when I go out for a walk. It's unimaginable." There will be some beauty here."

Before Mrs. Hearst, who had the same thoughts, agreed, Hearst came in from the door and shouted excitedly: "My God, the snow has stopped!"

Bentley jumped up and yelled, "Prom! Our first prom!"

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