Noble Qi building.
Jiang Luzhong sat by the table and held the tea that the clerk served. He blew on the hot steam and sipped it before sighing with emotion.
I remember drinking tea at Lord Wei's place last year. It was refreshing and left a lingering fragrance in my mouth for six hours.
Wei Yuan, who was rummaging through the books on the bookshelf, said with his back to him, ""That is the tribute tea of the palace. Only three Jin is produced in three years. His Majesty is usually reluctant to drink it."
No wonder ... Jiang Luzhong came to a sudden realization and asked curiously, ""Where does such a magical tea come from?"
"From the capital."
"There's such a good tea in the capital? How come I've never heard of it?"
a woman planted it. She lives in the capital. This tea is produced in the capital. Wei Yuan's voice was warm and mellow.