"Tea is good tea, and you must be a tea lover too. It's just that I make new tea every year, but not many people know about it, so a lot of money is wasted."
"It's just arty." Wu Bumeng sat cross-legged opposite Zhou Qi, paused for a while and then said, "Your Majesty doesn't mind me being a sinner, and I have lived in the mountains for a long time, how can I know the changes outside." This sentence was said abruptly, but both of them understood it.
"I know that sir is a person who has come out of the world," Zhou Qi looked at Wu Bumeng's calm eyes, "Although Qi is a prince, he has only been running a Xuanlan Pavilion for more than ten years. I love you sincerely, and I would like to ask sir to help Qi."
The two just looked at each other. After a while, Wu Bumeng put down the tea cup and said, "Your Majesty has come four times this month, but I can't let go of the professor's children for the time being. Please go back first, and I will visit you soon."
"Then I'll have you, Mr. Lao." Zhou Qi stood up, bowed to Wu Bumeng and left. After saying that, he left, went as he went, without seeing him off, as if he just came to sit here, an inexplicable tacit understanding.
Wu Bumeng sat alone. When the tea cooled down, a small flying insect fell into the cup and struggled to create ripples.
Waves are passive, and the calmer the water, the more obvious they are. This so-called prosperity and peace is just a condition for those who are determined to make waves, but the results are different.
Wu Bumeng raised his hand and poured the cup of tea.