"It's better for my son. He knew I was angry now, so he brought me tea specially."
Now he was really angry and needed tea to calm down his anger.
Just when Nalan Changqian reached out to take the teapot, Nalan Jing quickly hid the teapot behind his back with quick eyes and hands, and frowned at him: "Dad, what do you want to do?"
Nalan Changqian's smile suddenly froze. His hand was still stretched out in mid-air, neither holding it nor taking it. It was very embarrassing.
"Ahem," he coughed twice, "Jing'er, your grandfather only drinks tribute tea, but there is no tribute tea at home for a long time. He definitely doesn't want to pay attention to this kind of tea, so you'd better reduce the fire for me."
This brat actually made him look so embarrassed in public. Didn't he not know that the old man only drank tribute tea? If it wasn't for the old man, could it be... or could it be for Dai'er or Feng Ruqing
Nalanjing looked at Nalan Changqian in surprise: "This is not tea."
"It's not tea? What is that?" Nalan Changqian was stunned. It was packed in a teapot. If it wasn't tea, what could it be
"Century Ginseng Water."
Centennial ginseng water
Centennial ginseng water! ! !
Nalan Changqian's face was as black as the bottom of a pot in an instant, and his eyes were fixed on the teapot in Nalan Jing's hand.
At that moment, the entire courtyard was quiet.
Everyone could hear Nalan Changqian's heavy breathing.
"Is the century-old ginseng you are talking about the one I used all my words to trick from the second prince of Yeluo Kingdom?"
In this continent where elixirs are rare, century-old ginseng is also extremely precious.
Although she is just an ordinary medicinal material and cannot constitute a panacea, but... medicinal materials that take hundreds of years to grow are also very difficult.
Nalanjing nodded lightly: "It's the century-old ginseng."
boom!
Nalan Changqian's anger suddenly came to his head. He picked up Nalan Jing's clothes and hit him hard with his fist.
Feng Ruqing was stunned for a moment. She was still pondering, should she save Nalanjing or not
While Feng Ruqing was still deep in thought, a crutch fell hard on Nalan Changqian's head.
Nalan Changqian's fist suddenly paused, and taking this opportunity, Nalan Jing took a few steps back and dodged his punch.
"Nalan Changqian, if you dare to touch even a single hair on your body, I will not recognize you as a traitor today!"
Old Man Nalan's angry voice made Nalan Changqian freeze up. He covered the back of his head, turned his head in aggrieved manner, and cried with red eyes: "This brat took my ginseng and soaked it in water. Such a precious ginseng, He actually soaked him in water, shouldn't I hit him? "
Mr. Nalan's face turned red with anger, and he angrily shouted: "This is my decision and has nothing to do with Jing'er!"
Nalan Changqian didn't dare to speak.
He missed the time when the old man was still here. Every time his father would beat him, the old man would beat him so hard that he didn't dare to do anything again.
"This..." Feng Ruqing stood up weakly, "Uncle, don't blame your cousin, I asked him to do this."
Even though she told them this method for her grandfather, after all, it was her who said it, and she couldn't let her cousin take the blame for her, otherwise her conscience would be uneasy.
"Princess!" Nalan Changqian was trembling with anger. He gritted his teeth, "I, Nalan Changqian, have any grudge against you. Why do you hurt me like this every time?"
He knew that nothing good would happen if this girl showed up at Nalan's house.