Chapter 85 She Is the only King in the World

After all, Wen Jin didn't kneel for too long.

Yan Qing knew that if this guy really got stubborn, he would not change his mind even if he was beaten to pieces, let alone kneeling and reflecting.

The tea on the table was cold, Yan Qing sat aside and said lightly: "Wen Jin."

The person who was wandering in the sky was pulled back by these two words, and his soul instantly returned to its place, looking up at Yan Qing.

"Go make a pot of tea for me." Yan Qing's eyes fell on the book, and he seemed to inadvertently order, "Ask the people in Fengwang Mansion for tea leaves and tea sets."

Wen Jin was a little slow to react, and a light appeared in his eyes. Only the word "yes" was stuck in his throat for a long time, and he couldn't spit it out. He was so hot that his lungs were boiling, and he responded to that word in a low voice.

Standing up, Wen Jin exhaled lightly and walked out along the garden path. Yan Qing's eyes fell on his back, and he didn't miss his stiff walking posture.

Fortunately, the Chu imperial city was not too far from Dayong. He compressed the journey that originally took half a month by horseback into seven days. If it had taken a few more days, he would have lost his life.

Fighting hard to survive to see each other for the last time, and then dying without regrets?

Yan Qing lowered her eyes, okay.

Maybe she should try to find out the truth of her previous life. It’s not that she is biased, but she is such a stubborn person. She really doesn’t believe that he would collude with Yan Chen to plot against her.

Wen Jin came back quickly, holding a tray with tea leaves and a complete set on the tray. Behind him was a maid holding a stove and water.

Arriving at the flower hall, the maid put down the hot water, bowed to Yan Qing, and turned to leave.

Wen Jin had learned a complete set of tea-making procedures in Suzaku City before. The tea ceremony can cultivate one’s body and mind and calm people down from impetuousness.

I remember that during those years, he often had nightmares. After waking up in the middle of the night, Yan Qing would ask him to boil water and make tea. The action that was as smooth as flowing water for others could become a punishment for Wen Jin.

The water was boiling on the stove all the time, and the same action was repeated over and over again. He couldn't stop even if blisters appeared on his hands. When he could completely calm down and brew a satisfactory taste without distraction, the punishment would end.

In the three years after entering the court, Wen Jin would occasionally brew a pot of tea by himself when he had free time, but he couldn't taste the taste he wanted.

The mood was different, and the feeling of tea entering the throat would not be the same.

The water was boiling on the stove, Wen Jin lifted his robe and knelt on the ground, his eyes slightly raised, and he saw Yan Qing sitting there reading a book.

It seemed that he could feel at ease when he saw it, and all distractions disappeared.

All the hesitation, uneasiness, anxiety and lingering thoughts turned into the stability and fulfillment of body and mind at this moment.

Once his eyes fell there, he would never look away, longing to see the end of the world.

The water is ready.

Wen Jin lowered his eyes and began to wash the teacup, rolling up his sleeves and raising his hands calmly and elegantly. He had done all the movements countless times and was familiar with them.

With that person by his side, he could be calm and composed, and it was more like flowing water.

Time passed by little by little.

The fragrance of tea was curling, filling the entire flower hall, making people feel more calm and refreshed.

Wen Jin took the boiling water to rinse the teacup, poured a cup of tea, stood up and walked to Yan Qing, "Your Highness."

Yan Qing put down the book, reached out to take the teacup, opened the lid and took a sip, then put it aside.

Wen Jin pursed his lips and looked at her: "Does the taste suit your Highness?"

"Do you need to ask?" Yan Qing said lazily, "If it's not brewed well, you'll be whipped."

Wen Jin breathed a sigh of relief, and his voice became softer: "If your Highness likes it, I will brew it for you every day in the future. Your Highness should stop drinking tea brewed by others, because they are not brewed well."

Yan Qing raised his eyes nonchalantly, "Are you pushing your luck again?"

Wen Jin knelt down with his eyes lowered: "I dare not."

"You say you dare not, but your words and actions are clearly not the case." Yan Qing raised his hand and patted his face, "If I slap your mouth until it is swollen and you can't speak, let's see if you dare to say one thing and mean another."

Wen Jin's tone was very gentle: "Wait until the evening, okay? I'll go find a handy tool to avoid hurting the master's hand."

When the word "master" came out, Yan Qing was startled.

After calming down, she asked, "What's your plan?"

Wen Jin replied, "It will take at least half a year to quell the rebellion. If something unexpected happens, a year is fine. I can stay with my master for a year."

"What about after a year?"

Wen Jin pursed her lips: "A year is enough to pull Yan Chen down from the dragon throne, and my master will take his place and become the empress of Dayong."

"Your plan is good." Yan Qing sneered, "How do you know that I will cooperate with you?"

Wen Jin's eyes fell on Yan Qing's legs. The deep red Luan pattern skirt faintly exuded a noble luster. If there is anyone in the world who deserves such a noble embroidered dress, there is no one except Yan Qing.

She is the Suzaku goddess sent by heaven. After Nirvana, she will soar into the sky, compete for the world, and make all the people submit.

She will be the only king in the world.

She is in the clouds, overlooking all living beings.

Even her eyes are grace bestowed on all living beings.

Wen Jin has always known that he is just an ordinary person among the crowd, even humble and lowly, and he doesn't even have the courage to touch her skirt.

But every night he fantasizes about getting closer to her, closer, even if he kneels in front of her every day, as long as he can see her, hear her voice, and breathe the same air with her... he can deceive himself that he actually has her.

"I haven't heard you play the piano for a long time."

Wen Jin was silent and responded very meekly: "I will find a zither and play a song for His Highness."

Yan Qing hummed and let him go.

So Wen Jin stood up and left again.

Yan Qing took the teacup, lowered his eyes and sipped it lightly. It has been a long time since he drank the tea brewed by Wen Jin. The taste is indeed incomparable to others.

Wen Jin went straight to find Ji Weiyu and explained his purpose. Ji Weiyu looked very ugly: "You want to make tea and ask me to get you the best tea sets and tea leaves. You want to play the zither and want to borrow my zither? What, Mr. Wen, are you in a hurry to win favor? Or are you eager to please His Highness and let His Highness look at you differently?"

Wen Jin's eyes fell on his neck, and his voice was very light: "You have experienced the threat of death once, and you want to try it a second time?"

"You!" Ji Weiyu sneered, "The most trusted and gentle minister of the Great Yong Dynasty , I don't believe you dare to mess around in Chu. "

Wen Jin said: "You don't have to have too much expectation of me, I can do anything."

"Wen Jin." Ji Weiyu's expression was slightly restrained, and the color in his eyes was cold, "Do you know what His Highness has experienced in Zhuque City in the three years since you entered the court? Do you know where His Highness's superb poison technique came from? Do you know that there are still scars on His Highness's arms that cannot be removed to this day?"

Wen Jin's pupils shrank slightly, his expression condensed a little bit, and his hands hanging at his sides clenched involuntarily.

"You don't know anything." Ji Weiyu smiled maliciously, "Langya and I know, Luming also knows, only you are kept in the dark, do you really think you are so important in His Highness' heart? It's just self-love. "

After saying this, Ji Weiyu turned and left.

Wen Jin stood still for a moment, his eyes slightly raised, a touch of violent color flashed in his eyes, he flashed, and reached out like lightning to grab Ji Weiyu's shoulder!

Ji Weiyu seemed to have expected him to attack, and this time he was prepared. He dodged to the side and nimbly avoided Wen Jin's attack. However, Wen Jin's attack missed, and his other hand was like a ghost, grabbing Ji Weiyu's throat unexpectedly: "Speak!"

The voice was cold and ruthless, and the murderous aura could not be concealed.

"You..." Ji Weiyu was about to speak, but Wen Jin exerted force on his hand and dragged him rudely up the stone steps, into the bedroom, and closed the door casually.

A maid in the distance accidentally saw this scene, her face changed, and she was about to call someone over, but she suddenly thought of something and ran towards the back garden.

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