C17

In front of him was a vast and open courtyard that was filled with a distant fragrance. There was a banquet in the middle and there were six tables sitting on top of it. All of them were made of oak and were made of purple sandalwood. Delicate tea was placed on the table. The palace maids were in order.

At this moment, the snow fell onto the green pine, bamboo, and cypress trees, falling onto the ground. Under the rare clear sky, it was a luster that was comparable to that of a beautiful glass bead.

The Empress Mother sat in her place, dressed in a royal gown of twisted gold and silver thread, embroidered with delicate red peonies, with a golden knot at the collar of her sleeve. Her fingers were adorned with jeweled white jade armor, and her hair was covered with phoenix silk. Elegant and rich.

At the side was the Imperial Concubine Chen, dressed in a purple palace robe. Her eyebrows held a smile, and she had a certain charm.

Amongst the six tables below, other than the empty table, the other dignified looking people's daughters suddenly entered Song Qingyu's eyes.

Song Qingyu was neither hurried nor slow, and was not the least bit intimidated by the scene inside. Instead, she took a step forward, casually bowed, and at the same time lifted her skirt. The mama behind did not expect that Song Qingyu would bow at all, nor did she expect that Song Qingyu would suddenly raise her skirt.

"This humble one, Song Qingyu, pays his respects to the empress dowager and Imperial Concubine Chen."

A "peng" sound rang out. Before he could finish his sentence, the mama behind him had already fallen to the ground. Song Qingyu did not panic, and still finished speaking.

The empress dowager frowned slightly. Since when could a mama of Regeneration Palace not even be able to walk properly? In comparison, this girl had an extraordinary temperament. The empress dowager waved her hand. "Come, let This Dowager take a look."

Song Qingyu bowed in gratitude.

The Imperial Concubine Chen originally wanted to embarrass Song Qingyu, but it served as an example of her decency and generosity, "Men, bring out this servant who is on a bad path."

Imperial Concubine Chen neither called out names nor spoke of punishments. Obvious protection.

Song Qingyu came down from the porch and slowly walked forward. He bowed again.

This was not like the jade of a small family, nor was it inferior to the imperial concubine's bearing. She was still young, and her eyes were already bright. She was neither afraid nor fearful, neither humble nor haughty. The empress dowager suddenly thought of the word, Cymbidium.

"Sit down."

Song Qingyu bowed in gratitude, and then led a few servants to their seats and sat down.

"Imperial Concubine Chen, this future wife of yours looks very good. Lin Yu is fortunate. "

Imperial Concubine Chen's chest was stuffy. It was one thing for the empress dowager to praise this peasant girl, but she actually said that Lin Yu was fortunate. Could it be that Lin Yu could only marry this kind of peasant girl?

The Imperial Concubine Chen replied with a chuckle, "Majesty, it's good as long as you don't mind that Yu came from the countryside."

"Country?" The empress dowager suddenly remembered, and looked up and down at Song Qingyu. Although her every move was not a perfect example, it was not against the rules.

Seeing the empress dowager's doubt, the Imperial Concubine Chen smiled and sipped the tea in satisfaction.

And then, he slowly talked about something else.

"Empress Dowager, you've offered me fourth-grade tea this year. Chenqie specially selected some of them. They're all high-grade tea leaves, and they include the newly harvested Maydock Longjing. When I heard that the empress dowager liked tea, I wanted to make it myself. He didn't expect that after inviting Qing Yu to the banquet today, he would be visited by a few nieces from his concubine's family. This chenqie suddenly thought of something just now and thought of making use of this opportunity to set up a banquet to test the tea ceremony of these ladies. "

The Dasu had been tranquil recently, so the tea ceremony was also a must for all the young misses. The Imperial Concubine Chen was calculating that Song Qingyu had come from the countryside, and did not make a move on him. Add in the impromptu rise. She was definitely at a loss for what to do.

The empress dowager was overjoyed. "It's been a long time since it's been so lively. That's what you think of. This Dowager would also like to see it. "

The Imperial Concubine Chen covered her face and chuckled. "Didn't chenqie want to tease the empress dowager?"

Imperial Concubine Chen glanced at the panicking Song Qingyu from the corner of his eyes. Imperial Concubine Chen was happy, as though she had thought of something on purpose, and her face was gloomy. She then looked at Song Qingyu and asked with understanding, "Does Qing Yu have these at home?"

"In reply to the Empress, Qing Yu is not good at tea ceremony, but in the few days since our return home, my mother has sent people to teach him some skills." Should... "I understand a bit."

He had been studying at home for a few days, yet he still dared to play around with it.

Imperial Concubine Chen was afraid that she would not fall for it. Seeing her forced expression, Imperial Concubine Chen was even more pleased.

"Qing Yu, if you're not good at it, you can avoid doing it. All these sisters and sisters of yours know something. Qing Yu, you came from the countryside after all, and they have been learning these things since they were young, you don't have to feel sorry for them. "

Imperial Concubine Chen raised his eyebrows with a regretful look on his face. "Empress, rest assured."

The Imperial Concubine Chen waited for her reply, sighed, and waved her hand.

The twelve palace maids lined up in six rows, holding a tray as they slowly walked over. Place the plate clearly on the table.

Song Qingyu raised his head and saw an exquisite dark blue tea set and a purple clay teapot. Next to him was New Leaf from the well. The reason the Imperial Concubine Chen sent the best tea leaves to Song Qingyu was to scold her for spoiling the tea leaves. In his previous life, he didn't understand this. Because of this humiliation, he had returned to train hard.

At this time, with a slight nod of the Imperial Concubine Chen's head, the other young misses had already started in an orderly fashion.

Song Qingyu was just smelling the tea leaves lightly, and compared to the others, he was half a beat slower.

Sitting opposite of Song Qingyu was Third Miss Mu Xin from the Shang Shu Palace in the Department of Public Relations. From ordering tea to studying it, his movements were elegant and he seemed to be serious. It had already attracted the attention of everyone.

She was Imperial Concubine Chen's niece, Imperial Concubine Chen also liked her the most. He had originally thought that if Zuo Linyu married Song Yiyan as his legal wife, there would be no harm in talking about concubine in the future.

As she was thinking, she noticed the empress dowager's gaze shift slightly.

She followed his gaze.

The porcelain cup made a crisp sound when touched. Song Qingyu lit the tea. Exquisite, clear, pure, and beautiful.

Her green sleeves, her right hand supporting her sleeve, gently fiddled with the porcelain cup of white water. Compared to the norm, his movements were a bit more graceful.

At this time, the other misses had already prepared tea.

Tea should not wait long.

The Imperial Concubine Chen made them present each and every one of them.

The ladies' tea-making skills were very good, but the empress dowager liked tea. The people who made the tea were not lacking, and they had long been accustomed to it. They even felt that it was a pity that these girls had wasted the tea.

Imperial Concubine Chen saw through her thoughts. With a light laugh, he carried Mu Xin's hand over.

It just so happened that Song Qingyu's was also sent up here at this time.

The Imperial Concubine Chen's gaze hardened, and then he opened his mouth and laughed lightly. "Empress Dowager, these two girls will come along as well."

"Open."

The empress dowager didn't think there would be anything that would move her, but she didn't expect that when Mu Xin's teacup opened, a peony would bloom. It was amazing. The empress dowager's eyes lit up, then she slowly picked up her cup.

"Alright."

Mu Xin's face reddened. Although this was within expectations, he couldn't help but think about it. The gazes with which he looked at the crowd became somewhat haughty.

Imperial Concubine Chen also chuckled, he opened the blue and white porcelain cup that Song Qingyu presented to him, and saw a layer of tea leaves floating on top of it. Together again, they formed a group.

Imperial Concubine Chen had thought that it would be bad, but he never expected it to be this bad.

The empress dowager's expression changed as well. "They use superior new leaves." His tone was full of pity and reproach.