There are pens, inks, paper and inkstones on the table under the window, which looks like the study room of the prime minister's son.

In the middle of the room there is a small red peat stove with water boiling on it.

Next to the small stove is an antique small table with a tea set on it.

Beside the table were two strange-looking wooden stools. Gong Yanmo asked his brother and sister to sit down.

Make tea for them personally.[

Feng Lingyan didn't expect that Gong Yanmo had a lot of research on tea ceremony, and every move he made looked like a master of tea ceremony.'

She was able to calm down now and looked at him coldly to see how he was going to explain.

Seeing him busy in a leisurely manner, knowing that this guy couldn't speak for a while, he looked at his brother: "Brother, why are you here?"

Yun Haotian glanced at Gong Yanmo and said with a wry smile: "Brother Wei was enjoying flowers and drinking with all the talented people in the Western Garden, but this guy dragged me out and said he wanted to invite me to tea and explain to him by the way.

You know, this guy is not so easy to make tea. In order to solve the problem, I had to follow him here, and it happened that you arrived soon..."

Feng Lingyan glanced at Gong Yanmo and saw him wearing a wide robe with long sleeves and a pair of agarwood clogs.

He was carrying the pot and rinsing the tea set with the first tea water.

I ordered tureens, tea cups, scent cups, and teacups one by one.

The technique is beautiful, like flowing clouds and flowing water.

It looks elegant, free and elegant, quite reminiscent of the Wei and Jin Dynasties.

Feng Lingyan pursed her lips: "How did you know I would find this place?"

Is this guy a god?

He was able to predict her whereabouts in advance and even pulled his brother to prepare.

Gong Yanmo smiled and gave her a dumbfounding answer: "Guess. Intuition. Even if you don't come, I will still invite the prince to tea."
Chapter completed!