Tea fighting was also known as' tea fighting 'or' tea fighting '. It was an elegant game for the rich and idle people in ancient times.
After the new tea was produced every spring, the tea farmers and customers would compare the quality of the new tea. The outcome of a tea fighting competition was like the outcome of a football match today. It was widely watched by the public. From the emperor to the commoners, everyone was keen to participate.
Even if there was a tea fight, there must be tea first.
According to the rules of a tea fight, both sides would usually bring good tea to the battle. The tea with good quality would naturally have a big advantage in judging the outcome.
However, according to this rule, it was obviously unfair to the Wu Ren inspection team. They came all the way from East Asia, so how could they happen to bring good tea suitable for the tea fight?
Lu Chaoge and Matsushima Nori discussed and decided to use the same tea leaves and buy tea on the spot at Qingfeng Teahouse. In this way, neither the Vermilion Bird nor the Wu Ren investigation team would be able to take advantage of the tea leaves. Both sides could only compete based on their tea ordering skills and control of the heat.
Duan Youjun attached great importance to this tea fight, so he took the initiative to say to Lu Chaoge, "Why don't we have a Pu 'er tea? I still have half a pancake of Old Tree Tea in my collection. Originally, I was going to use it to fight the Lingnan Tea King … It just so happens that I found a tael of good quality Da Hong Pao tea in the past few days, so I decided to donate this half a pancake of Pu'er tea to support the education of our Vermillion Bird Middle School. After all, we are neighbors. "
Lu Chaoge liked drinking tea. She did not know much about tea, but she knew that a pancake of high quality Pu 'er tea could be sold for a sky-high price. It was rare for Duan Youjun to donate his collection now.
"Thank you, Mr. Duan," Lu Chaoge said gratefully. "The tea fight in your teahouse has already disturbed me a lot, and now I'm wasting your collection. I feel really bad."
Duan Youjun smiled and said, "I've been drinking tea and competing with people all my life. Today is the happiest day. Why? Because our tea ceremony and tea skills have successors. "
Duan Youjun lowered his voice and said softly, "Besides, I have my own selfish motives. If I use my tea leaves to suppress those little East Asians … I will also be proud, right? I can brag about it to my fellow tea drinkers, and it will give me a lot of face. "
"We'll try our best," Lu Chaoge said. She told Matsushima Ki about Duan Youjun's willingness to donate tea leaves, and Matsushima Ki smiled and bowed to Duan Youjun to thank him.
Duan Youjun chuckled and waved his hand, looking very embarrassed.
He was indeed embarrassed.
Duan Youjun was determined to defeat the East Asians, but Matsushima Takeshi thanked him with a straight face … Duan Youjun was a simple and honest man, and he wouldn't do such a two-faced thing.
Therefore, he refused to accept the apology and only wanted Rosefinch to win the tea.
The venue, the judges, and the tea leaves had all been arranged. All that was left was for the contestants from both sides to take the stage.
Matsushima Ki turned around and spoke to Saburo Fujino, who was standing behind him. "Let Chiba Kaoru come up."
"I will make the arrangements," Fujino Saburo replied and quickly ran down the stairs of the teahouse.
A black Toyota van was parked in front of the teahouse.
Saburo Fujino ran over and knocked on the van's window. The van's door opened.
A cute doll's head appeared and she asked, "Teacher Fujino, is everything ready?"
"Everything is ready," Saburo Fujino said with a smile. "Where is Kaoru? You can go upstairs now. "
"All right," a female voice replied from inside the van.
Saburo Fujino reached out with his hand and a fair and small hand grabbed his arm. Then, the hand carefully came out.
The girl was very beautiful. When she smiled, she looked just like a young Sakai Noriko. She had a slim figure and a clean temperament. She wore a kimono embroidered with cherry blossoms and wooden clogs. It was a standard East Asian style attire.
The doll followed suit and got out of the van. The Toyota van remained at the same spot and did not leave.
They had borrowed this van from a East Asian company in order to transport the contestants for this afternoon's tea competition.
The art of tea was extensive and profound. The preparatory work was even more tedious and complicated.
Chiba Kaoru was a descendant of a East Asian tea ceremony family. She had a deep understanding of the art of tea. Due to her beautiful appearance and extraordinary temperament, she was an influential figure in Wuren High School. She was the campus belle of Wuren and a goddess in the hearts of countless male students.
It was also because of her existence that Saburo Fujino had specifically proposed a tea ceremony competition when he was provoking Fang Yan. From the very beginning, Saburo Fujino had set up an ambush for his side to win this battle.
Autumn in Huacheng was still hot. If Chiba Kaoru had been allowed to follow them around in her kimono, she would have been soaked in sweat before she could even brew the tea. For a tea ceremony performer, that was a fatal injury.
The Toyota van was spacious and would not give off a feeling of suffocation. The air conditioner was turned on and the temperature was just right. It would not give Chiba Kaoru a feeling of stuffiness. More importantly, the van contained aromatherapy essential oil that they had specially prepared. It was placed in the air conditioner's vent. As the cold air permeated the interior of the van, Chiba Kaoru's body would be soaked in the essential oil. With a wave of her hand, a faint and sweet scent of mint would naturally flow out. Sniffing it in detail would make one feel refreshed and comfortable.
That was also the reason why Wuren's inspection team had only come down to invite Chiba Kaoru to the teahouse when the competition officially began.
An expert would be able to tell right from the start.
Just by looking at Chiba Kaoru's attire, the way she spoke, and the way she walked, Fang Yan was certain that she was a top-class girl. 'Isn't this girl too beautiful?'
Chiba Kaoru stood in front of the coffee table and bowed deeply to everyone in the room. Then, she sat down gracefully.
The stone table. The stone chair. The Japanese beauty. They complemented each other and were pleasing to the eye.
Fang Yan stood up and said, "Please wait a moment, everyone."
He ran to the teahouse and took out his phone to make a call. Before he could make the call, a black Rolls-Royce Phantom had already stopped in front of him.
Click!
The door to the front passenger seat opened. A tall and skinny old man in a gray robe walked to the back quickly and opened the door.
"Miss, please," said the old man in a long robe respectfully.
"Thank you, Uncle Lin." A familiar voice came from the car.
Then, Fang Yan saw a scene that made his eyes pop out.
He saw a man in a plain white robe. No, it was a traditional Chinese costume. Qin Yitian, who was wearing a white traditional Chinese costume, got out of the back of the Rolls-Royce. After smiling sweetly at the tall and skinny old man, he walked toward Fang Yan.
The traditional Chinese costume was simple and elegant. There were no bright red or green flowers to match it. Only the clothes were surrounded by a group of white cranes on auspicious clouds. Each crane was vivid and lifelike. When they walked, they gave people the illusion that they were flying in the sky. When they calmed down, they seemed to be able to hear their celestial cries.
It was soft and gentle, yet majestic.
She was graceful and elegant, yet she gave off an ethereal aura.
To be honest, apart from Qin Yitian, Fang Yan really couldn't think of anyone he knew who could set off this costume so perfectly. Even those movie stars couldn't do it.
"Miss, I'll wait for you to go back." The tall and skinny old man said to Qin Yitian. Then, he nodded at Fang Yan with a smile and went back to the front passenger seat.
The Rolls-Royce left slowly as if it had never been there.
However, there was clearly a fairy left in the world.
The tea house girl who greeted the guests at the door was about to cry.
What day is it today? Why is everyone dressed so … formally?
If I had known this, shouldn't I have laid a red carpet at the door of the teahouse?
Women, why are you making things difficult for us women?
Until Qin Yitian's little hand put on Fang Yan's arm, Fang Yan hadn't fully reacted.
He looked at Qin Yitian dumbfounded and asked, "What … are you doing?"
Qin Yitian smiled charmingly and said, "Tea competition."
"It's just a tea competition. Do you need to … dress like this?" Fang Yan pointed to the Rolls-Royce that had just left and said, "Did you rent that car? How much is it a day? It's not worth it to use it just for a while, right? "
"It's not just a tea competition, but also a beauty competition. Clothes competition, temperament competition, aura competition … I want to defeat my opponent in all aspects. "Qin Yitian thought for a moment and asked," Wu Ren's side has a beautiful woman, right? "
"Yes." Fang Yan nodded.
"That's good," Qin Yitian said.
"What do you mean?" Fang Yan was puzzled. Didn't women like to beat their opponents? Why did Qin Yitian let out a sigh of relief when she heard that the girl was a beauty?
"You don't understand." A smug smile appeared on Qin Yitian's mouth.
If Wu Ren's side had sent a man, Qin Yitian's appearance would have been amazing. However, everyone felt that she had an unfair advantage.
If the opponent was also a beautiful woman, and a beautiful woman at that. Then, if Qin Yitian defeated her, it would show her temperament and aura even more.
What was the saying again? To see a person's achievement pattern was to see what kind of person his opponent was. To see a woman's appearance was the same.
Red flowers needed green leaves to match. If you could stand out among a group of red flowers, wouldn't it be even more amazing?
Yes, Qin Yitian hoped that her opponent would be stronger, stronger.
Fang Yan stretched out his arm and helped Qin Yitian slowly go upstairs. He felt that he was a little eunuch serving the queen.
What was the style of a star? What was the style of a queen?
As Fang Yan accompanied Qin Yitian upstairs, all the people they met stood on the side and stared at them.
No one whispered, no one raised their voices. They held their breath, as if they were afraid to disturb the queen's tour.
When Qin Yitian appeared at the door of the Breeze Pavilion, it was exactly as Fang Yan expected.
The whole place was silent, and everyone kept a ninety-degree turn posture. As if a magician had cast a spell, they couldn't speak and couldn't move their eyes.
At this moment, even the wind outside the window found it difficult to breathe.
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