Tea fighting, also known as "tea fighting" and "tea fighting", was an elegant pastime for the wealthy and leisurely in ancient times.
Every spring, after the new tea is produced, tea growers and tea drinkers will compare and rank the quality of the new tea. The victory or defeat of a tea competition is like the victory or defeat of a ball game today, and it is widely watched by the public. From the emperor and high officials to the common people, everyone is keen to participate.
If you want to compete in tea drinking, you must first have tea.
According to the rules of tea fighting, usually both sides of the tea fighting bring good tea to fight. The one with better tea quality will naturally have a big advantage when judging the winner.
However, if we follow this rule, it is obviously unfair to the Wu Ren delegation. How could they have brought good tea suitable for tea competition when they came all the way from the East
After some discussion, Lu Chaoge and Songdao Ji decided to use the same tea leaves and buy tea at Qingfeng Tea House. In this way, neither the Suzaku side nor the Wu Ren inspection team could take advantage of the tea materials. Each side would only rely on tea-making skills and the control of the fire to win or lose.
Duan Youjun attached great importance to this tea contest and took the initiative to say to Lu Chaoge, "Why not compete in Pu'er tea? I have half a cake of old tree tea in my collection, which I originally reserved for the Lingnan Tea King. I just happened to find one or two ounces of the best Da Hong Pao these days, so I will donate this half cake of Pu'er to support the education of our Zhuque Middle School. After all, we are neighbors."
Lu Chaoge likes to drink tea. Although he doesn't know much about tea, he knows that a cake of top-quality Pu'er tea can be sold at a sky-high price. Now Duan Youjun donated his collection, which is really rare.
"Thank you, Mr. Duan." Lu Chaoge said gratefully. "I'm already disturbing you by competing in tea in your museum, and I'm really worried about wasting your collection."
Duan Youjun smiled and said, "I have been drinking tea all my life, and I have also been competing with others over tea all my life. But today is the happiest day for me. Why? Because our tea ceremony and tea skills have successors."
Duan Youjun lowered his voice and whispered, "Besides, I also have selfish motives. If I can use my tea to suppress those small Japanese teas, I will also be proud and proud, right? I can brag to my tea friends and I will be very proud."
"We will definitely try our best." Lu Chaoge said. She told Song Daoji that Duan Youjun was willing to donate tea leaves, and Song Daoji smiled and bowed to thank Duan Youjun.
Duan Youjun smiled and waved his hands, looking very embarrassed.
He was indeed embarrassed.
He was thinking that he must defeat the Japanese, but Matsushima Ki thanked him seriously - Duan Youjun was a simple and honest man and would not do such a two-faced thing.
So, he refused to accept the apology and was only thinking about making Suzaku win the tea.
The venue, judges and tea have all been arranged, and we are just waiting for the tea contestants from both sides to take the stage.
Matsushima Ji turned around and said to Fujino Saburo who was standing behind him: "Let Chiba Kaoru come up."
"I'll arrange it right away." Fujino Saburo agreed and ran quickly downstairs to the teahouse.
At the entrance of the teahouse, there was a black Toyota van parked.
Saburo Fujino ran over and knocked on the car window, and the van door opened.
A cute doll head appeared and asked, "Teacher Fujino, is the top ready?"
"Everything is ready." Fujino Saburo said with a smile. "Where's Kaoru? You can go upstairs now."
"Okay." A female voice inside the car replied.
Fujino Saburo reached out his hand, and a small white hand grabbed his arm and carefully crawled out.
The girl was very pretty, and when she smiled she looked like Noriko Sakai in her youth. She had a slim figure and a pure temperament. She was wearing a kimono embroidered with cherry blossoms and wooden clogs, a standard oriental style.
The girl with the baby-hair style also got out of the car shortly after, but the Toyota commercial vehicle remained parked there without leaving.
They borrowed this car specially from a Japanese company for the purpose of transporting the tea contestants at noon today.
You know, tea is a profound art, and the preparation work in the early stages is extremely tedious and complicated.
Chiba Kaoru is the descendant of a family of oriental tea ceremony practitioners, and has a deep understanding of the art of tea. Because of her beautiful appearance and good temperament, she is a celebrity at Wuren High School. She is the school beauty of Wuren, and also the goddess in the eyes of countless boys.
It was because of her that Fujino Saburo specifically proposed a tea ceremony competition when he provoked Fang Yan. He was cautious from the beginning and laid an ambush for his side to win the war.
The autumn in Huacheng was still hot. If Qianye Xun was allowed to walk with them in this kimono, she would probably be sweating before she even started to make tea. For a tea ceremony performer, this was a fatal injury.
The Toyota van has a large space, which does not make people feel cramped and oppressive. The air conditioner is turned on, and the temperature is moderate, which does not make Chiba Xun feel stuffy and irritable. More importantly, there is a special aromatherapy essential oil in the car, which is placed at the air outlet of the air conditioner. As the cold air fills the interior of the car, Chiba Xun's body is also soaked in this essential oil. When you raise your hands and throw your hands, a light and sweet mint scent will flow naturally, which makes people feel refreshed and comfortable.
This is also the reason why the Wu Ren inspection team did not go downstairs to invite Chiba Xun to the teahouse until the competition officially started.
An expert can tell whether something is good or not with just one look.
Just by looking at Qianye Xun's outfit, the sound of her voice and the way she walked, Fang Yan could be sure that this was a top-notch girl. Isn't this girl too beautiful
Chiba Xun stood in front of the coffee table and bowed deeply to everyone in the room, then sat down gracefully.
Stone table, stone chair, Oriental beauty. They complement each other and are pleasing to the eye.
Fang Yan stood up and said, "Everyone wait a moment."
He ran downstairs to the teahouse and took out his cell phone to make a call. Before the call was connected, a black Rolls-Royce Phantom had already parked in front of him in a ostentatious and stable manner.
Click!
The passenger door opened, and a tall, thin old man in a gray robe walked quickly to the back and opened the rear door very neatly.
"Miss, please." The old man in the robe said respectfully.
"Thank you, Uncle Lin." A familiar voice came from inside the car.
Then, Fang Yan saw a scene that shocked his eyes.
Qin Yitian, who was wearing a plain white long gown, no, it was a Hanfu, got out of the back of the Rolls-Royce. After smiling sweetly at the tall and thin old man, he walked towards Fang Yan.
Hanfu is simple and elegant, without bright red or green flowers. Only a group of white cranes with their feet on auspicious clouds surround the clothes. Each crane is lifelike, and when it moves, it gives people the illusion of flying in the sky. If you calm down, you can seem to hear their fairy music.
Soft and gentle, yet majestic.
She is charming and graceful, yet gives people a sense of being ethereal and otherworldly.
To be honest, apart from Qin Yitian in front of him, Fang Yan couldn't think of anyone he knew who could pull off this outfit so perfectly. Not even those movie stars could do it.
"Miss, I'll wait for you to come back." The tall and thin old man said something to Qin Yitian, nodded and smiled at Fang Yan, then got into the co-pilot's seat again.
The Rolls-Royce slowly left, as if it had never appeared.
But, there was clearly a fairy left in the human world.
The teahouse girl who greeted guests at the door was about to cry.
What day is today? Why are everyone dressed so formally
If I had known this would happen, shouldn’t I have laid a red carpet in front of the teahouse
Women, why do you make things difficult for us women
Fang Yan had not fully reacted until Qin Yitian's little hand rested on Fang Yan's arm.
He stared at Qin Yitian in amazement and asked, "What is this---doing?"
Qin Yitian smiled charmingly and said, "Tea fighting."
"It's just a tea contest, is it necessary to dress like this?" Fang Yan pointed at the Rolls-Royce that had just driven away and said, "Did you rent that car? How much was it for a day? It's not worth it to use it for just a short while, right?"
"It's not just a tea contest, it's also a beauty contest. I want to compete in clothing, temperament, and aura - I want to kill my opponent in all aspects." Qin Yitian thought for a while and asked, "Which side of Wu Ren sent a beautiful woman, right?"
"Yes." Fang Yan nodded.
"That's good." Qin Yitian said.
"What do you mean?" Fang Yan was puzzled. Don't women like to outshine their opponents? Why did Qin Yitian feel relieved when he heard that the other person was a beauty
"You don't understand." A smug smile appeared on Qin Yitian's lips.
If Wu Ren had fought with a man, Qin Yitian's appearance would have been stunning, but everyone felt that she had won unfairly.
If the other party is also a beauty, and a beautiful one, then Qin Yitian can further highlight her temperament and aura by defeating her.
How does one say that? To see a man's achievements, you have to look at the kind of people he competes with. The same is true for a woman's appearance.
Red flowers need green leaves to match. If you can stand out among a group of red flowers, wouldn’t that be even more amazing
Yes, Qin Yitian hopes that her opponent will be stronger and stronger.
Fang Yan stretched out his arm and helped Qin Yitian slowly up the stairs. He felt like he was the little eunuch serving the queen.
What is the celebrity style? What is the queen style
As Fang Yan accompanied Qin Yitian up the stairs, everyone they met stood aside with their eyes wide open and saluted them.
No one whispered, no one shouted, they held their breath, afraid to disturb the Queen's parade.
When Qin Yitian appeared at the entrance of Qingfeng Pavilion, it was exactly as Fang Yan had expected.
The whole place was silent, and everyone remained in a 90-degree turn. As if a magician had cast a spell on them, they could not speak or move their eyes.
At this moment, even the wind outside the window felt that it was having difficulty breathing. (To be continued)