"It's not a big deal for a few rascals to block the road."

Song Beiyun repeatedly explained, but the princess was obviously a little suspicious. She looked at it: "Sister Rou said you were coming soon after you were up to the third update. Which family's rascals are still strolling outside?"

So why do you say it? Once this woman becomes smart, it is really hard to deceive. She also said this when she talks to Zuo Rou, but she just believes it. But after saying this to the princess, the princess obviously won't agree.

"How can I know that I can go up and ask which family that guy is from?" Song Beiyun laughed: "Okay, I will come back tomorrow. I'm not at ease with this little thing."

"I'll go back tomorrow?" the princess frowned and said, "What if my mother's body is sick again?"

Song Beiyun stumbled for a while: "In this way, I'll come here for seven days in the future."

"Oh?" the princess raised her eyebrows: "You are so kind? I'm afraid it's not..."

"I'll just send a car to pick me up at that time." Song Beiyun interrupted the princess: "There's nothing else. I'll come here every seven days to send medicine to the princess."

"That oil that will explode?"

"Do you understand the pharmacology?" Song Beiyun looked at the princess with his head slanted: "Do you understand the pharmacology?"

"I don't know."

"I don't know what you want to ask." Song Beiyun curled his lips: "Just arrange the car at Ansheng."

The princess hummed and expressed dissatisfaction, but there was no way... Song Beiyun was definitely the strangest person she had ever seen. She neither looked at herself at all because of her status as a princess, nor looked at herself more because of her appearance. She said dirty things to do, but she always kept a few distances. This made the princess angry and hated, but there was nothing she could do.

"Okay." Seeing that the princess was about to find something again, Song Beiyun waved his hands repeatedly: "It's better to find something to do today."

"What do you want?"

When the princess mentioned looking for trouble, the princess immediately became excited. Even Zuo Rou moved forward with interest. This look was a typical type of boring at home. No wonder this era can bring a lingering story if she fell a stick from the window.

"Don't be anxious." Song Beiyun looked down at his sweat and sludge: "I'll take a shower first, and I'll probably think of it when I take it out."

"Ha?" The princess looked at him in disbelief: "I think about it now?"

"What about that?"

When Song Beiyun was taking a bath, the princess had a plan to peek, but in the end, she was asked by the princess to ask questions and her peeping plan was put on hold.

When Song Beiyun came out, she almost happened to come out. After discussing the three of them together, Song Beiyun came up with a bad idea.

"Have you seen bitches?"

Princess Zuo Rou and Princess Zuo Rou and his wife expressed their desire to see what the bitch in Song Beiyun's mouth looked like. They originally thought that this guy would take them to brothels and other places, but unexpectedly, after he asked them to change into men's clothes and go out, he asked around where there was a teahouse.

The group of three came to a teahouse called Tingyuxuan. After sitting down, they ordered tea. However, Song Beiyun asked himself to make it, just put on a small stove, iron pot and tea leaves.

When the water boiled, it became lively outside. Song Beiyun divided the cups and arranged the tea leaves. He sat there staring at the stove and started to daze.

"Didn't you say you're here to see the bitch? Isn't you just seeing you boiling water here?" The princess asked in surprise: "Wouldn't you betray me?"

Song Beiyun laughed and came to his senses: "Do you know why this is a bitch?"

"Just... be a shameful person." Zuo Rou said with a confused look on her face: "The kind that is despicable and you don't care if you let others ruin it."

The princess glanced at her, but said nothing.

"The princess said just now that the desire for food and women is not cheap." Song Beiyun shook his head and said, "What do the princess think?"

"I think it's the kind of sweet-mouthed sword, with a high-sounding but hidden murderous intent?"

Song Beiyun shook his head gently: "It is not easy for people to live in the world. There are only ones on thousands of roads, so that's not a bad person."

"Then what do you think of a bitch?"

"Haha, don't be anxious." Song Beiyun raised his hand to summon the teahouse servant: "Brother, come on."

"Celebrity, what are your instructions?"

A thirteen or fourteen-year-old servant soon stood in front of Song Beiyun and looked at him with a smile on his face.

"I'll give you some money. You can buy some roast chicken, roast goose, mutton, and other foods. The rest will be used as snacks." As she said that, Song Beiyun took out three hangs of money and gave it to the servant: "By the way, do you have the spring tea tasting in your teahouse?"

"That's true, it's true at this time of year. After the guests come, they can give them a drink and taste it. If they feel good, they will buy some back." The servant replied seriously: "Customer, do you need this drink?"

"No." Song Beiyun touched his pocket and continued to ask: "How much money can you make this day?"

"Oh, guest official. This is not certain. If you come to a big business, you will have more than 100 guan a day. If you can have a 300 guan a day, you can have a 300 guan a day. However, this hall is not profitable. It is mostly for you to use it for some of you so elegant people. If you think it's good, your father said it's okay not to give it money, and leaving a piece of calligraphy can also make sure you pay for the tea."

After hearing the servant's words, the princess nodded repeatedly: "This is a smart businessman."

"That's it." Song Beiyun took out a cent of silver: "If you go to pay this silver, it's probably your business this day. All the people who drink tea today are exempted from tea money, can you?"

"That's of course great!" The servant quickly accepted the money and said happily: "Customer wait, I'll get you the food now."

Although Zuo Rou and Princess Zuo Rou and Princess didn't know what Song Beiyun was going to do, it seemed interesting now, so they didn't ask and just waited quietly.

After the servant brought what Song Beiyun wanted, he shouted at the door. This money-free thing can naturally attract people to try. Moreover, most of the people who drink tea are scholars. Whether they really like to drink or are artistic, they all came in groups of three or three, and in a short while, the small tea shop sat in a full climb.

While putting tea and pastries on each table, the servant pointed at Song Beiyun's table. After he gave instructions, the scholars at that table would usually get up no matter how old they were, thank Song Beiyun.

Song Beiyun did not act hypocritical. As long as someone bowed, he would definitely give it back. After a round of turns, he stood up and said, "Seniors and classmates, you and I have no chance, but we are both a small boat in the sea of ​​books. I am here to thank you for your visit. I love the taste of this tea on weekdays, but if I don't have a companion for drinking this tea, I always feel that something is missing. Today, I am not talented, so I dare to invite you to taste this new spring tea together."

This is beautiful. Not to mention those scholars, even the princess nodded repeatedly. After Song Beiyun sat down, the princess held her head and looked at him: "You are also strange. There are always ways to make people angry, but sometimes they speak very much."

"I'm awesome."

"I'm not ashamed." Zuo Rou gave him a very gentle look: "I praised you for being humble just now."

This small-scale tea tasting conference began soon. Song Beiyun also reminded them that a bitch would appear soon and asked them to listen carefully to what these people said.

Sure enough, it was not long before I saw a middle-aged man in a cloth dress not far from the next table, put down his teacup and looked at his companion with him seriously.

"This tea is good, comparable to that of Hangzhou-style tea." As he said that, he picked up the cup and took a sip, and began to taste it carefully: "But... although this tea tastes good, it always owes something. Its taste is not as good as it is on the surface and it is not as good as it is. It tastes delicious at first, but it tastes a little tired of it when you carefully."

The man's voice was very loud, as if he was deliberately hearing it. The servant of the teahouse naturally heard it. He frowned, but he still said nothing.

After a while, the man continued, "Well, if you add more salt to this tea, the taste will definitely be better. I have drunk a tea with excellent taste before, and there are thirteen kinds of spices. It will be long and thick in the mouth after one sip. As for this tea...why, it is not as good as Hangzhou Yun's tea. If he doesn't want money, I may be able to drink it, but if I ask me to buy it, I will definitely not buy it."

At this time, the servant finally couldn't help it and was about to have an attack, but the boss of the tea shop held down his son's head and smiled helplessly.

But at this time, someone next to him laughed and took the man's words: "Hey, brother, what you said is interesting. You can drink and leave if you don't drink. It's a bit harsh to say such things in someone's shop. Besides, I have also drunk the Hangzhou rhyme you said. It tastes strong and rich. Although it is also a good tea, if I change it, I would like Tingyuxuan's tea more."

After hearing this, people agreed, but the old man still raised his head with a noble face and proudly said: "Hahaha."

Song Beiyun slapped the table lightly: "See, this is a bitch."

Zuo Rou was still a little confused, but the princess almost applauded. Although she restrained her emotions, she still couldn't help laughing: "Mire, wonderful, this bitch is really a bitch!"

Song Beiyun smiled but didn't say anything, but poured the boiling water into Princess Zuo Rouhe's cup: "This ink is divided into five colors, tea is divided into five aggregates, and the tea in the world is about to be the same, so naturally there are not many people who drink tea. His talkative and pretentious behavior is just not understanding the principle of seeking common ground while reserving differences. Prostitutes are inferior to their skin, while villains are inferior to their skin. But this kind of person is inferior to their bones and internal organs. It seems fair and rigorous, but in fact they are mean and tricky. If they don't fit their taste, they are all useless, and they are all crumbly when they are not suitable for their mouths. When they speak, they are just to embarrass others."
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