At a tea shed in the outskirts, two people were riding brown horses and a carriage was slowly approaching. Yin Hao rode behind and walked alongside the carriage. He approached the carriage curtain and asked in a low voice, "Sir, there is a tea shed in front of you. You may need to stop for a while."

The car curtains were blown gently by the wind, and a pleasant male voice said, "Take a rest."

The carriage stopped next to the tea shed. When the tea stall owner saw someone coming, he hurriedly got up to prepare tea.

Yin Hao dismounted and moved forward to lift the curtain. The coachman got out and knelt down to serve as a stool. The people in the car leaned out and got out of the carriage in one step.

Upon seeing this, the stall owner hurriedly tossed the cloth on his shoulder and wiped the tables and stools back and forth.

The visitor came forward slowly, lifted up his clothes and sat down, raising his hands and feet, moving the clouds and flowing water, which was pleasing to the eye.

The stall owner was about to bring the tea but was stopped. In a moment, he saw a set of blue and white tea sets placed on the table. The old and swaying wooden table was suddenly out of place.

Visitors bring their own water and tea leaves to make tea. The faint smoke slowly rises, and a wisp of tea fragrance floats along with the curls of green smoke. From the smell, you know that it is a rare and good tea.

The stall owner held the tea in his hand and petrified it on the spot. Xia Chen put a silver coin on his saucer and said, "Please sit down for a while. There is no need to sit next to me."

The stall owner was busy carrying tea, nodded and said goodbye and stepped back.

A pair of white hands took the blue and white teacup and stopped in mid-air. At this time, a man walked from a distance on the official road. He held a sword in one hand and a square wooden box in the other and slowly approached.

Yin Hao, who was taking a short rest, heard the inaudible footsteps, looked at each other, and both of them involuntarily clenched the swords in their hands and entered a state of alert.

The person who came here was thin, with black hair and white clothes, spotless, without any modifications on his body, and his appearance was extremely good.

Jiang Zuilan walked into the tea shed in a few steps, put the wooden box in his hand on the table, and kept the sword in his hand, "Here are some food and tea."

The air flow around was slightly stagnant, so the tea stall owner hurriedly brought out the tea that had been rejected just now, and served steamed buns and several plates of side dishes.

Jiang Zuilan put his sword on the table and sat down opposite those people.

The tea stall owner felt that after this person arrived, the warm atmosphere suddenly became eerily quiet, and he hurriedly hid at the stove.

The other person's eyes had been fixed on this spot. Jiang Zuilan lightly lifted his eyes to look, his gaze was cold.

Such a gaze was too dangerous, and Yin Hao's face turned gloomy, looking back without hostility but not timidly.

For a moment, the atmosphere was solidified and tense. The hand holding the blue and white porcelain tea cup was slightly raised, and the beautifully curved lips were pressed against the wall of the cup. He took a sip and let the mellow tea enter his mouth.

With just this action, the atmosphere around him slowly calmed down. Jiang Zuilan looked away, picked up the steamed bun and took a bite, then picked up the tea and drank it in one gulp. This was in sharp contrast to his gentle appearance, and he was obviously the opposite of the person opposite him who behaved pleasantly.

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Xue An raised his eyes and looked at the opposite side, pushed the teapot on the table forward, and said with a smile on his face: "It's hot in the summer, and the tea is too light to quench your thirst. Why not try this bird's tongue." Without waiting for the opposite side.

The person responded, and Xia Chen stepped forward and moved the teapot to Jiang Zuilan's table.

Jiang Zuilan glanced at the blue and white porcelain teapot, which was made of fine porcelain and served with world-famous tea. One glance was enough to relieve the heat, but she remained silent and ignored it.

Xue An didn't care when he saw this, "I have been traveling abroad for many years and haven't come back for a long time. I wonder if my brother knows if this is the official road to Hengzhou?" As he said this, he stretched out his hand to point in the direction of the official road.

When Jiang Zuilan heard this, he glanced at it, nodded expressionlessly, and began to eat the steamed buns quietly again.
Chapter completed!