At Wang Hou's initiative invitation, the second interview with senior leaders of Qingzhou Province and Yangzhou Province was held at the entrance of Tonghe River.

The Wu people dragged it over. They used to use lewd poems on weekdays, and they brought a round pavilion. Today, Wang Hou was still very rude to come late, but compared to last time, the American wolf finally became Mei Zhoulang. There was no rush at all. When Wang Hou came, this guy was still very leisurely fanning the stove and cooking tea.

The tea ceremony of this era is far more complicated than later generations. It has to be admitted that the cumbersome etiquette allowed the Japanese to inherit it completely. Zhou Yu sat cross-legged and leisurely fanned the wind into the new baking furnace. On the edge, a beautiful Jiangnan who was wearing a long garland skirt and was particularly pure and elegant, grinding the tea powder carefully with a stone mill that was not much bigger than a palm.

With a delicate figure, Wang Hou thought it was Sun Shangxiang, and he also wondered why this girl had changed her temperament and was elegant! However, after marching, he realized that it was not. Compared to the savage girl of the bow waist, this Matcha girl was much quieter and more elegant. Her face was so crystal clear and tender that it seemed that this girl could really pinch out water. The delicate feeling even had a bit of an elf-like smell.

But now Wang Hou was impatient. Even if he put it here, he had no intention of appreciating the fairy. Zhou Yu grinded it thoroughly and cooked it with green plums, tender ginger and salt. The tea ceremony etiquette was full of trouble. The two bowls cooked were so green that the aroma of the tea soup was forcing. Wang Hou had just gotten on the boat and stepped on the pavilion boat, almost letting the beauty get off the stones on her hands. He stretched out his hand and took off the tea bowl that Zhou Yu had just put down. This guy drank directly like a cow and fucked it straight, and he still stuttered his mouth. It was so vulgar and so vulgar. It was so vulgar that it was so vulgar that it was the best thing in the chewing peonies. It made Zhou Yu and the elegant and beautiful lips twitch slightly.

"Tea is a good wood in the south! The essence of the sun and the moon is numb, and the dew is nourished in the morning and the frost and night! Gather the spiritual charm of the sun and the moon in it, grind it carefully, roast it in the fire, and taste it carefully. It is bitter first and then sweet, like the taste of the world! It is really a waste of resources when you drink strong wine!"

He looked full of regret, and he savored it carefully with the edge of the bowl. Mei Zhoulang recited a big set leisurely and elegantly, but he refined his core meaning, and then just one word: You are such a rude northern barbarian! It’s terrible to be uneducated!

"Baking slowly, it is naturally of high-quality taste after savoring it carefully. However, in the past, Kong Rong, the best tea-good man in the north, is dead! For Wang, tea soup can quench Wang's thirst and not get infected with severe illness. As for how elegant it is like the Grand Commander, it is better to wait for peace!"

It seemed vulgar, but Wang Hou threw away a set of theories. The beauty of Jiangnan didn't understand it, and she still felt a hint of contempt. However, as the general Zhou Yu understood Wang Hou's meaning, he drank heavily on the cup of tea. Zhou Yu said leisurely with a wry smile.

"The provincial governor is really straightforward!"

"Since you, Wang, are so straightforward, Wang won't keep it! Now the ship in Xuzhou has transported more than 237,000 stones of grain, and then it will be 230,000 stones, and I will give me another 770,000 stones. I will withdraw my troops and leave Wu County!"

Lying on the table, Wang Hou looked at Zhou Yu with confidence, but Zhou Yu smiled even more intensely when he heard this. He rolled his sleeves and bowed slightly as the literati and doctors.

"Everyone knows that Wang Qingzhou is good at business! He has inspired Qingxu and the other rich people in Qing and Xu. Since Wangzhou Mu spoke, Zhou naturally didn't want to give face. Looking back, Zhou wrote a letter to the provincial master as a recommendation. I believe that Liu Jingzhou would be willing to do this with the provincial master!"

After being recorded by Wang Hou several times, his face was swollen. Now he has the upper hand. Zhou Yu's sarcasm is not bad at all, and he ridiculed Wang Hou during conversation and laughter.

But listening to his words, Wang Hou was not angry at all. He still had a hard face and slapped his hand at the hands. On the guard ship behind him, there was immediately a soldier who closed his hands together like burning incense and hugged a bunch of monkeys and pointed directly at Qingqing. With a leisurely sound, the squirting fire was sprayed. The squirting arrow penetrated straight into the green clouds, making a loud explosion in the air.

As Zhou Yu and the beautiful Jiangnan were gazes, a message was like this. In the lake not far away, the second cloud-piercing arrow flew, then the third, the fourth, the fifth, and finally, in the southwest direction behind him, a stream of black smoke began to float.

"The governor of the state has great magical powers. It is said that the governor of Qingzhou was received by the true teachings of the god Ji Lao, and his palm was perfect. Zhou admired the ability of Baili Pili!"

Although he didn't understand why Wang Hou was making a move, Zhou Yu still smiled elegantly, and still made a compliment that was so angry that he was not worth his life, and secretly mocked Wang Hou.

Still not angry as usual. This time, Wang Hou even had the leisure to take the teapot that was still burning in front of Zhou Yu. He slapped it carefully, and then he smiled slowly, and he was also slow.

"The Grand Governor likes it, then Wang Hou will be ugly. I'll give the Grand Governor a little trick to relieve the trouble! The five thunders that Wang Hou brought with him, the first expense, five hundred stones of grain burned on the west bank of the lake, and the second expense, four thousand stones of grain shone brightly in the city of Piling, the third, three thousand stones of grain, thick smoke rolled, the fourth, two hundred thousand stones of rice rushing, and the fifth, one was a Piling covered the fire, and the orange-red high temperature spread out, and the white rice could smell the burnt fragrance within a few miles!"

"Governor, how do you think this show is a good entertainment?"

Crack ~

It is worthy of being a fight. Zhou Yu is a man with a higher martial arts value than Wang Hou. In desperation, his thin and crispy Nancha famous tool was pinched by him and cracked several cracks. A piece of fragments fell into the tea soup. The next second, he had the pleasure of tasting tea and talking about the truth! He instantly turned into an American wolf. Zhou Yu's eyes were full of fire, but his voice was full of murderous intent, and he was cold and asked gloomy like Bing Zhazi.

"Wangzhou Mu, what do you mean by this?"

"What do you mean? Are you talking about business? The Grand Governor is full of face and helps him. He calls back the more than 40,000 Taihu people who could not keep even when they cried and shouted before, and transported another 770,000 stones of grain. Then he gets out and returns to Qingzhou!"

"No way!"

Wang Hou had nothing to say, and slapped his face again, just like the brother who brought smoke to the boss in later movies. The soldier in heavy armor just now knelt on the ground again, holding the second cloud-piercing arrow like Kaori. Another soldier took the fire stick and slapped under the butt of this thing. With a roar, he caught fire under the butt. The second monkey jumped up with a grin, and then he suddenly became angry.

In the crackling series of explosions, the thick smoke on the southwest shore rushed even more.

"Ah! Good tea! Hurao's skills are really good! I dare to ask my wife, but Mr. Qiao's daughter, the beauty Qiao, who is famous in Jiangnan?"

He took a sip of tea with elegant and pretentious sip, as if he had drunk some nectar and jade liquid. He shook his head exaggeratedly and shook his milk. Wang Hou smiled and bowed gently to the beauty who was kneeling in a daze while holding the stone mill.

Aside, Zhou Yu's face had turned into a pig's liver!
Chapter completed!