Chapter 67 Tactical Tea Didn’t King Yue give you the letter?
After the bitter taste that goes straight to the top of your head disappears, the sweetness slowly emerges, like silky satin brushing across the tip of your tongue.
Guizhier knew that everyone might not be used to it the first time, so she deliberately weakened the acidity and bitterness of the coffee, and instead added the taste of melted chocolate and flowing cream.
The aftertaste is sweet.
"This taste is very strange." Yang'an student Li Mi shook his head secretly.
Time is tight and conditions are poor.
Li Mi gritted his teeth, gulped down a whole bowl of coffee, and prepared to go back to the wooden board of the dormitory to sleep with his clothes on.
He curled up, using the bookcase as a pillow, and tried to make himself as comfortable as possible.
The second round of the imperial examination is mainly based on poetry and prose.
Li Mi didn't know why, but he tossed and turned on the bed. The sleepiness he had just felt disappeared, his brain started to work rapidly, and his thinking became unusually agile.
He stared blankly for a moment, then an idea suddenly struck him. He simply rolled over, got up and continued answering the questions.
"It's quite strange. It's the middle of the night and there are still so many candidates studying hard under the lamps." The invigilators covered their faces with their hands and yawned.
Then he continued to hold the list and slowly paced in the aisle of the dormitory.
They don’t know that Miss Gui’s coffee is like a life-saving elixir.
When it comes to resisting fatigue, there is no rival.
Bang, bang, bang, the sound of three consecutive knocks spread far in the silent night.
"It's the third watch, everything is safe and sound." The night watchman walked and struck the clapper board.
The night is dark and the stars are sparse in the sky.
In the backyard of Guiji Braised Food Shop in Changxingfang, the light green sheepskin lampshade is simple and natural, revealing a hazy halo.
After an afternoon of drizzling rain, the wisteria waterfall in front of the door has grown luxuriantly and has spread into the courtyard.
Fine water droplets hang on the clusters of plump flower spikes.
Guizhier sat quietly on the carved stone bench in the courtyard, waiting for a visitor from afar.
"Squeak."
A fine horse with snow-white fur lowered its forehead, its mane fluttering in the wind. It exerted a little force and pushed open the half-closed courtyard door.
It has a strong and agile posture, and it lifts its front hooves and strides lightly into the door.
The white horse is in a calm and graceful posture, with a wreath in its mouth.
It is made of small golden ice flowers, pink and white cherry blossoms, furry foxtail grass, etc.
Perhaps it has been off the branch for a long time and has been dried by the sun, so the color is not bright enough.
"Da da da." The white horse's slender neck bent gracefully, and the wreath fell steadily on Guizhier's head.
Guizhier tilted her head slightly, her eyes curved into crescents.
"Young General, how are you?" As the girl's clear voice echoed, Luan Shuangbai jumped down from the roof.
General Luan's waist is outlined in a black tight-fitting suit, and the lines are strong, which shows that he has a strong physique.
The high nose bridge is like a mountain peak, and after being tempered by the winter, it has become more capable and cold.
But once he met Guizhier's eyes, a smile instantly appeared on his face, like a spring breeze blowing across an ice river, dissolving the murderous aura around him.
"Miss, do you have any midnight snacks? I'm starving." He was free and easy, sitting next to Guizhi.
"Here, mung bean cake." Guizhier pushed a plate of cake to him on a white jade plate.
Several pieces of mung bean cakes are neatly placed on the plate. The cakes are delicate and firm, in a small square shape with clear edges and corners, and a light oily sheen on the surface.
The boy picked up a piece casually and threw it into the air, then raised his head and opened his mouth to catch it steadily.
He looked as carefree as a wild rabbit by the Meishan creek, as if all the etiquette of the world had nothing to do with him.
"I'm so choked up at the palace banquet tonight. Not only are there so many rules, but I can't eat enough or eat well." Luan Shuangbai shook his head. "It's the mung bean cakes you made, young lady. They're more to my taste."
His cheeks puffed up slightly, and he squinted his eyes, savoring the sweetness spreading in his mouth.
The evening breeze brushed past his hair, but it couldn't blow away the unruly energy around him. The boy's tense heart finally relaxed a little.
"Social engagements are naturally tiring," Gui Zhi'er consoled him, then lamented, as if chatting casually, "By the time the young general arrives, the snow in the north should have melted, right?"
The moonlight was like silver gauze, gently falling on the shoulders of the girl wearing a wreath.
Her black hair was tied up with a single jade hairpin, her nose was straight and beautiful, and her lips were naturally red.
Meeting an old friend in a foreign land, Guizhier felt quite cordial towards the young general.
"The weather is not that warm, but the wild deer at the foot of the mountain almost ran into the camp to have fun." Luan Shuangbai responded with a smile.
Having witnessed the natural disasters and man-made disasters along the way, Zhenbei Prefecture has become a paradise in Daliang today.
The young general told the story slowly.
The greenhouse technology left by Gui Zhier spread, and farmers in the central city were able to grow common fruits and vegetables even during the off-season.
Therefore, even if the braised food shop is deserted, the front and back of the house are cleaned up by enthusiastic people.
Just waiting for Miss Gui to come home.
The city gates destroyed by nomadic robbers have long been rebuilt, and concrete roads and tunnels have been laid in several major cities.
The repeating crossbows performed brilliantly in combat, and even bandits from other prefectures who came to join the army were able to fight bravely. The troops defending the northern border were well-manned and their morale was greatly boosted.
"The prefect's tax reforms have had the biggest reaction from the landlords and wealthy families in Linghe County." Luan Shuangbai's lips curled up, revealing a row of neat, white teeth. "County Magistrate Luo even said he'd caught a spring cold and is shutting himself in to see no visitors."
"Puchi." Guizhi'er was so happy that she fell backwards.
He didn't dare to offend either side, which was something that the indecisive and incompetent county magistrate would do.
"After all, the arm cannot overcome the thigh, and the reform has been pushed forward." Luan Shuangbai rested his hands on his knees, leaning forward unconsciously. "Nowadays, people in the North can truly live and work in peace and contentment."
Having said that, Luan Shuangbai coughed lightly and lowered his head slightly.
He avoided looking around, his slender fingers unconsciously stroking the cylindrical white jade cup, which was filled with the aroma of tea.
"There is something...I really didn't consider it carefully." The young man's clear voice was accompanied by a rare stammer, and his expression was shy and uneasy.
"I accidentally embezzled the money from the girl's account at Huitong Money House and used it to provide porridge to refugees along the way." He was as embarrassed as a child who had done something wrong.
A few raindrops fell, and a slight "pattering" sound was heard, like a spring silkworm quietly spinning silk in the quiet night.
The moon was high in the sky, and the wisteria flowers were still awake. Luan Shuangbai looked down and could only see Gui Zhier wearing a moon-white silk dress with a faint plum blossom pattern embroidered on the hem.
The girl was wearing a pair of wooden clogs suitable for the rainy season in the south of the Yangtze River, swaying gracefully.
Don't look at what is inappropriate. Luan Shuangbai turned his eyes away, wishing he could find a hole in the ground to crawl into to avoid this embarrassing situation.
He raised his hand nervously, taking a tactical sip of his tea.
"I originally borrowed the young general's capital to do business and deposited it back into the account as dividends." Guizhier didn't care.
"I mentioned this in the previous letter." There was a cunning look in Guizhi'er's eyes, with a bit of pride and intelligence.
"Why, didn't King Yue give you the letter?"
"Puff!" Luan Shuangbai spat out a mouthful of tea and widened his eyes in surprise.
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