After the war, Zhao Bing returned to the mansion and took a warm bath, and asked someone to drink a bowl of sour plum soup in the well water. Ω, and Wang De had already set up a curtain in the pavilion in the back garden and placed a soft couch for His Majesty to take a nap here. Speaking of which, this was the first time Zhao Bing came here. Seeing the paths in it, the trees were lush, the pavilions and towers were hidden, the strange flowers and plants were already in full bloom, and the blue waves in the lake were rippling, but it was a good place to escape the summer heat. He had to admire the rich people who could enjoy it.

The pavilion was under the shade of trees on the lakeshore, and the curtain blocked the invasion of mosquitoes. People were very comfortable inside and could not feel the hot flash outside at all. Zhao Bing struggled for a long time and was hit by heat again. The crisis just now made him feel exhausted. When he relaxed, he felt tired. His eyelids fought. When he lay down, his head was touched by the pillow and he fell asleep, and he couldn't take care of anything.

When Zhao Bing woke up by being soaked in urination, it was already dusk. After solving the problem, he couldn't sleep anymore. At the same time, he found that he had no dreams today, which made him very happy. Of course, Zhao Bing was not only happy for a good sleep, but also said that dreams were born from the heart, which shows that he had finally overcome the mental obstacles he had always had and broke free from fear. As for the reasons, he was a little uneasy. Could it be that he had healed the psychological trauma for two years just because he ordered the killing of the Mongols?

"I can't be a pervert, right?" Zhao Bing was startled by his thoughts. He relied on killing people to calm his tension and anxiety. What is that a perverted demon?

But after thinking about it carefully, Zhao Bing felt relieved again. The reason why he sleeps without dreams today is that his status has changed, while he has gradually controlled the power of life and death. He is no longer the little prince who is not paid attention to and rarely cared about. While gaining power, he also changes his psychology. He no longer worrys excessively that he will lose his life at all times, nor is he anxious about it at all times.

"Official family, are you sleeping well?" Wang Deren asked with a smile.

"Yes, it's cool and tight here, especially the mat does not touch at all. What's the thing made of?" Zhao Bing said, touching the mat on the couch. The mat is woven with milky white filaments. It must be tough like jade, and it must be softer than bamboo skin. He couldn't think of what material it was made of.

"The official family, this is an ivory mat. The young man was tidying up the private warehouse of Puzi. Thinking that the official family was afraid of the heat, he took it over." Wang De said with a smile.

"Oh, it's made of ivory." Zhao Bing touched again, and couldn't help but look at the skills of the ancients. It was difficult for modern people to break down ivory into thin strips that were several millimeters wide, even modern people could not do it with the help of machinery. They actually completed such precise craftsmanship through handwork, which is amazing.

"Yes, this Pu Thief has really made a lot of good things, some of which have never been seen in the palace!" Wang De exclaimed from another angle.

"Is it all my belongs to me?" Although Zhao Bing has read the list of materials for searching, his knowledge only knows that what is hidden must be good things, but he cannot determine their value at all, let alone find out what should be enjoyed by himself.

"Your Majesty, gold, silver, copper coins and banknotes are all returned to the court, and these objects are all returned to the palace. After all, these good things are not something that everyone can enjoy." Wang De explained.

"Oh, so that's it!" Zhao Bing nodded and suddenly thought that he was the emperor and that all the good things in the world belonged to him. If others did not allow him to be kept privately, it would be a violation and a crime. In other words, only he can use these rare treasures reasonably and legally in the world.

"When these things are transported back, our palace will finally be no longer so empty." Wang De said with emotion. Since he followed His Majesty, he has never purchased any valuable items except for the few items given by the Empress Dowager. After entering the Qiongzhou Palace, he has no longer had anything except necessary furniture. He estimated that the Song Dynasty was no more shabby than the young emperor of the current dynasty in the three hundred years.

"How great would it be if these things were exchanged for money!" Zhao Bing was still thinking about money. These treasures were pleasing to the eye but could not be turned into money or the supplies he needed. Then they would be waste in this chaotic world.

"The officials must not sell them, otherwise how to show the mighty and majestic style of the royal family will make people laugh!" Wang De's eyes turned red after hearing this and waved his hands repeatedly.

"Haha, I know!" Zhao Bing smiled when he saw this. In fact, he knew that the greatest function of these treasures was to show off. Just like modern liars and rich people like to live in luxury houses and buy luxury cars, the houses were rented, and the money for buying oil was borrowed. But the purpose of 'displaying strength' was to 'show strength' so that they could cheat money from banks or fools. But they were in a bad mood at the moment, and the placement of these things in the palace had the same effect.

"The official family is scared to death. If we don't put a few good things in our palace, we will be looked down upon by the barbarians and powerful people!" Wang De seemed to be well aware of this, and he patted his chest and looked frightened.

"The weather is getting hotter and hotter. I see it is cooler and spacious, so I let the ministers move here to live here. If you have any questions, please discuss it nearby!" Zhao Bing looked at the sky. The sun was setting, and the cool breeze in the back garden was very comfortable, which was much more comfortable than the hall in the outer courtyard. To the north of the garden is the Chess Court in Pufu, where there are thirty-two attics accommodation for those beauties who serve as chess pieces. Now it is empty, and it is just right to arrange for the ministers to work together here. But the chess players have changed, and the chess players have also changed.

"The officials are polite to their subordinates, and they will be grateful. If you are young, please send someone to arrange it and clean up the place!" Wang Deyan said.

"This is a magical thing!" Zhao Bing waved his hand and asked Wang De to do it. He ate two snacks, picked up the tea cup and frowned. He had really drunk enough of this kind of tea.

Zhao Bing suddenly came to this era from modern times, and it can be said that he had all kinds of discomforts from eating to pooping. What he was most unaccustomed to was drinking tea, and this thing could not be avoided and could not drink it. From the wide perspective of the trend of drinking tea, although tea ceremony was swept by the Tang Dynasty, and all the princes and court officials drank, the custom of drinking tea was only popular in the upper class; in the Song Dynasty, from royal nobles to peddlers and pawns, drinking tea was regarded as a fashion for life. Tea had become an indispensable part of people's daily life, and the palace was naturally not immune to the customs.

The Song people said, "It is essential for people to be free of firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea." People in the Song Dynasty must use tea and drinks when they receive guests. When guests come to visit, the host family must first serve tea and entertain; when guests say goodbye, the host family serves drinks to deliver guests. These are no different from modern times, but the Song Dynasty people are different from the tea brewing method that has only been formed since the Ming Dynasty. Instead, they use tea cooking methods and tea leaves.

According to the current saying, modern people mostly drink "scattered tea", while the Song people drink "tuan tea", which is similar to the Pu'er tea cakes in today's society. When cooking tea, grind the tuan tea into powder, place it at the bottom of a bowl, and then use boiling water to make the tea soup. At the same time, use tea simmers to whisk the tea soup to make it so that the foam floats on the soup noodles. This process is called "tart tea", and Zhao Bing thinks it is similar to the current people making coffee.

If this kind of tea is placed in front of a modern person who is 'uninformed', he will definitely think that the green sticky and foamy soup is poison. But the Song people are happy about it. They think that the white tea powder is the best, and the finer it is grinding, the better. In this way, the tea powder can be "lightly put into the soup" and brewed thoroughly. The Song people used the skills of making tea to the extreme and formed a high tea art called "dividing tea". Excellent tea division masters can rush out various lifelike patterns in the tea bowl through the reaction of the tea powder and boiling water, so that the tea pattern water veins become objects, animals, insects, fish, flowers and plants are delicate and picturesque, a bit like today's cafes use different colors of coffee, milk, tea, and chocolate to make interesting patterns.

"Go, bring me a tea cake!" Zhao Bing was not interested in this way of drinking tea that Song people had reached a high level. Today, he felt even more difficult to swallow. He splashed the tea with his back hand and was still boiling water on the side. The little yellow gate who was grinding tea said.

"Your Majesty atonement!" Xiaohuangmen was frightened by Zhao Bing's actions. He thought that tea was not good today, which angered the little emperor. The two of them hurriedly knelt on the ground and apologized.

"Atonement? What sins are you going to redeem! I asked you to bring an unused tea cake. Is there anything wrong with it?" Zhao Bing was confused and asked the two of them.

"No...no, I'll go and get it now!" Seeing that the emperor was not angry, the little yellow gate quickly got up to pick up the tea cakes, but the other still didn't dare to move.

"Get up, boil a pot of water quickly. I want to make tea!" Zhao Bing said with some amusement when he saw this. He was puzzled by wondering if he had killed people one after another after he arrived in Quanzhou, with evil spirits on his body, which made the people around him feel scared.

"Yes, Your Majesty!" The little yellow gate also quickly got up, poured the boiled water, washed it again, scooped fresh water, and boiled the water with charcoal.

"Is this the new tea this year?" A moment later, the little yellow gate who took the tea ran over and presented a tea cake. Zhao Bing was the owner of a big bowl of herbal tea in his previous life. He didn't know how good or bad the tea leaves were. He took them under his nose and pretended to be very knowledgeable and smelled.

"Your Majesty, although the tea in Pu Mansion is produced in Zhejiang, it is not much worse than the Little Dragon Group in Jian'an!" said the little yellow party.

"Well, is that?" Zhao Bing only knew that the "Little Dragon Group" was the first tea in the Northern Song Dynasty, but it was dedicated to the royal family. Not to mention ordinary people, even many important ministers in the court could not even see it. "Gold can be found, but tea cannot be obtained." Therefore, Ouyang Xiu would treasure a small cake given by the emperor for many years and be proud of it. As a modern person, he only heard of his name, but in this era, he had never been able to see it. This little yellow gate was an old man in the palace, so he naturally had seen it. He probably wouldn't fool himself for this, so he said vaguely.

"Your Majesty, this tea cake cannot be broken, you need to knock it down!" Seeing that the little emperor wanted to break a tea cake with his hands, but his face turned red and only a few pieces of scum fell off. He quickly reminded him.

"Oh, then you can help me get a piece of it. Don't beat it into a mozi!" Zhao Bing didn't insist after hearing this, and handed the tea cake to him and said.

‘Keng, Keng…’ Xiaohuangmen knocked off a piece of tea cake with a small hammer, and carefully smashed it into a few small pieces and brought it to it.

"Your Majesty, the water is boiling!" Another small yellow sect also reported at this time.

"Okay, bring two more cupped bowls." Zhao Bing ordered again.

After not much effort, the bowl was brought. Zhao Bing picked three pieces of tea the size of jujube and put them into the bowl. He then let the boiling water in, and then covered the lid. The two little yellow doors looked at the little emperor's every move, but their face was full of confusion. This was completely different from their usual method of dividing tea. Many procedures were simplified in the middle, and the only thing was left to brew.

"Come on, come on, how do you taste it?" After three or two minutes, Zhao Bing removed the lid of the bowl, and a unique Chen fragrance thrust into his nose. He nodded and sniffed. The mouth was a bit bitter, and the mouth was a little sweet. And his tea tasting skills ended here, letting the two little yellow gates taste it.

"Your Majesty..." The two little yellow sects did not dare to look at each other. They still dared not show off.

"I asked you to drink it, what are you afraid of? Is there poison here?" Zhao Bing said immediately when he saw this.

"Yes, yes!" The two little yellow sects could not afford this crime. Even if there was poison, they had to drink it. They quickly picked up a bowl of it and snatched it into the little emperor.

"How is it tasted? What's the difference between you and your tea sharing?" Zhao Bing asked the two.

"Your Majesty, the little one tastes mellow and rich. Although it is a little bitter, it has a sweet aftertaste. The tea is silky and smooth, but it is not in good shape." A small yellow door replied.

"Well, where are you?" Zhao Bing asked another question.

"Your Majesty, the little one tastes better than the tea made from the minced tea, and it even has a little more fragrant." Xiao Huangmen took another sip.

"Since that's the case, I will brew tea in this way in the future. There is no need to spend any effort to exhale my throat and not quench my thirst." Zhao Bing slapped the tea table and said.

"Abide by the order!" The two little yellow sects quickly replied, thinking that they would be very troublesome in the future, but their skills were useless.

"You remember from now on, I hate trouble the most. Don't make simple things extremely complicated and make all kinds of messy things. It's better to sleep a little longer if you have that skill!" Zhao Bing said.
Chapter completed!