There is a small red clay stove beside him, and there is a pot on the stove, and the water in the pot will boil.
Suddenly the pot seemed to be controlled by invisible power. A water line poured into the teapot on the table, and stopped half full. Then the teapot shook there. The spout tilted and poured half a cup of tea into the cup. The cup was round again. The ground shook, and poured water into the pot again-only after these three, finally poured out another cup of tea, the light tea fragrance overflowed, refreshing.
This whole set of tea-making actions is like flowing water, but it is all done automatically, and you can't see where the tea-cooking person is.
Fenghui Palace Master picked it up and took a sip, still looking at the chessboard, and said lightly: "The level of making tea is slightly higher."
"Thank you Palace Master!" A cheerful voice was heard from the tree overhead, and the big tree shook as well. It seemed that the person on the tree had a somersault happily.
Several leaves were shaken and fluttered down, returning to the wind to fall down beside the palace lord.
There was still a foot away from him, and most of the leaves suddenly disappeared!
Only two pieces were considered complete, but they suddenly turned around, like a child pounced on the mother, and pounced back happily...
"Oh-" there was a soft cry from the tree, and another person fell with a shhh.
A lovely baby face, green clothes like bamboo. It is Xiaohan,
At this moment, there were two leaves sticking straight into his hair, and he looked a little embarrassed and a little funny: "The palace lord is still out of sight when he makes a move—"
"Xiaohan, you are too weak!" A big rock next to the tree suddenly made a sound, and spared no effort to strike him.
Xiao Han glared at the big rock, watching it suddenly grow hands, stretched out his head, kicked his feet, and blinked and turned into an indifferent gray-clothed boy.
Xiao Han sneered, "Xiao Wu, your morphing technique is not very good. What else can you pretend besides disguising stones?"
Xiao Wu's face was stretched like a stone: "Do you believe it or not that I can beat you to a peach blossom?"
"I don't believe it! Maybe I can beat you up with flowers..." Xiao Han began to pull his arms and draw his sleeves.
When the chess piece clicked, Feng returned to the palace lord without raising his head: "Would you like this seat to give you two brilliant little stars?"
Xiao Han, Xiao Wu stopped immediately.
Xiao Han went back to the tree again, and disappeared for a moment.
Xiao Wu bowed and reported: "Palace Master, the matter has been investigated clearly by the subordinates. The prime minister of the Western Jin Kingdom sent by the Prime Minister of the West Jin Kingdom last night, one is to test the strength of the Palace Master, and the other is to blame the prince of Beishui State."
Feng returned to the palace lord's expression faintly, and then casually played a chess piece: "Then what?"
Xiao Wudao: "The subordinates felt that he was so insidious and unworthy to be the Prince-in-law of the Prince of Xijin, so they sent her first love to his daughter, the Crown Concubine of Xijin, and was raped by the Prince of Xijin in the bed-the way back the subordinates I heard that the prime minister's daughter has been abolished, and the prime minister's mansion is in a state of exhaustion."
Feng returned to the palace lord and took a sip of tea: "This prince of the West Jin Kingdom is really hot, and he can't stand it at all."
Xiao Wudao: "Yes, not only is he a hot temper, but the prime minister is his biggest supporter. For this matter, he broke his face with the prime minister. Not only did he immediately divorced the prime minister's daughter, but also the ranting passers-by were known to let the prime minister's house Losing face is tantamount to breaking his own right and right arm, just to give his brilliant brother, the third prince, a chance. He is afraid that this prince will not be long."
Feng returned to the palace lord and nodded slightly: "Very well, you go."
"Yes." Xiao Wu wanted to stop, and finally bowed again: "Should he let his subordinates stay? The subordinates are afraid that someone will be unruly towards the palace lord, and the subordinates are afraid..."