849: Chapter 533 Destiny 849: Chapter 533 Destiny From Fang Qianqing’s words and actions, Xu Yuan had already faintly guessed the identity of this elder called Naless, yet when it was truly confird, he still felt sowhat complicated in his heart.
Within the records of the Pri Minister’s Mansion, there was scarcely anything noted about the Naless elder, but there was a considerable number of traces left about this grandfather.
He did not know whether the truth had been tampered with or not, but according to the records, this grandfather was a downright tyrant, acting willfully and arbitrarily, a fierce despot renowned for his swift and ruthless executions.
However, observing the elder before him appearing constrained and reserved, even displaying a hint of trying to please, Xu Yuan found it truly hard to associate him with the once tyrannical overlord of the Feng Family.
After Xu Yuan and Ran Qingmo took their seats, Feng Yuanqin still stood by the side, continually scanning the room as if looking for sothing with which to entertain his grandson, but after looking around, he found nothing but so books for entertainnt and so old furniture.
There was a trace of disappointnt in the eyes beneath the snow-white eyebrows, but imdiately after, Feng Yuanqin still managed a gentle smile, his voice light:
“There isn’t much here to entertain you with, just…
just have a simple seat for now.”
Hearing this, Xu Yuan silently took out so teawares from the Suru Ring and placed them on the tea table in front of him, although all were re trifles of the mortal world.
The tea was the fragrant Hongpao tea from the banks of Xilong Lake, very aromatic, but it contained no spiritual energy; even the fire used for heating the water was kindled with a fire striker, and the entire process did not employ an ounce of spiritual energy.
A re leakage of spiritual energy had caused Feng Yuanqin to unleash that fearso claw earlier, and giving him Spiritual Tea might indeed lead to trouble.
Even though the identity was confird, Xu Yuan did not let his guard down around this old man.
Staring at Xu Yuan’s tea brewing motions for a few breaths, Feng Yuanqin’s eyes, hidden beneath the snow-white eyebrows, involuntarily revealed a touch of reminiscence.
He quietly sat opposite the two of them and softly said:
“You…
really resemble Qian’er.”
Xu Yuan’s movents with the tea set paused slightly, and he glanced at the old man opposite him:
“Resemble in what way?”
Feng Yuanqin softly said:
“The way you brew tea, and your personality, both cautious and careful, that girl used to light the fire with a fire striker when she visited too.”
At that point, his expression softened sowhat, “But, the tea she brewed was indeed much better than this Xilong-steeped tea you have here.”
Xu Yuan was slightly interested:
“Oh?
What kind of tea did Mother usually brew and drink here?”
“The exclusive Tian Qing fragrance from the Li Family.”
“Too poor to afford it.”
“….” Feng Yuanqin.
It wasn’t long before the spring water inside the teapot let out a bubbling, boiling sound.
Scalding cups, warming the pot, adding tea, rinsing, and steeping, dividing the tea into cups.
Expertly completing the tea ceremony, Xu Yuan gently placed the first cup of steaming fragrant tea in front of Feng Yuanqin using tongs.
The faint fragrance of the tea drifted through the dim room.
Feng Yuanqin’s wrinkled hand gently ran over the outside of the cup, feeling its scorching heat, and murmured subconsciously:
“The tea, the heat is a little off; boiling it a few monts less would result in a flavor that’s just right, delicate and fragrant, and also…”
Xu Yuan, while pouring tea for Ran Qingmo, paused his action, rolled his eyes, and interrupted:
“You can choose not to drink it.”
“….”
Upon hearing these words, Feng Yuanqin imdiately gave an embarrassed smile, no longer speaking and silently picked up the tea cup to gently savor the tea’s astringent taste.
The small room fell into silence for a mont.
Ran Qingmo kept her head down drinking tea; she didn’t understand the art of tea tasting, she would gulp it down as soon as Xu Yuan refilled her cup, while Xu Yuan and Feng Yuanqin chatted idly as they sipped their tea.
Most of the ti, it was Feng Yuanqin who initiated the conversation.
But unfortunately, just as in the gap that exists between all elders and the younger generation in this world, after speaking a sentence or two, the room would fall silent, followed by an effortful attempt to start a new topic, and then more silence.
Throughout their conversation, the doubts in Xu Yuan’s heart gradually dissipated.
The records about this grandfather in the Pri Minister’s Mansion’s secret archives had not been falsified.
Although Feng Yuanqin spoke very cautiously, fearful of annoying his grandson and causing him to storm off, the occasional unintentional superior tone in his speech also hinted at the old man’s past recklessness and willfulness.
Quite the contradiction.
Once the fragrant tea was brewed, all words faded into silence, and Xu Yuanzheng thodically cleaned up the teawares, the elder opposite him observed his movents, and then suddenly said in a soft voice:
“Changtian, how about…
for the next brew, let grandfather do it?”
“Hmm?”
Xu Yuan murmured in mild surprise and subconsciously glanced at the elder opposite him, only to see a vague expectation in those cloudy, aged eyes.
Perplexed, but then Xu Yuan inwardly sighed.
He thought I was about to leave…
So, he’s trying to get to stay a bit longer with this approach.
Clumsy, yet unexpectedly touching.
Pushing the cleaned teawares over, Xu Yuan said softly with a smile, “Of course, you can.
I rember Grandfather used to enjoy tea tasting quite a bit; rember how to do it after all these decades?”
Feng Yuanqin visibly relaxed, stroked his white beard, and confidently smiled:
“Don’t you worry, your grandfather was once hailed as a Tea Saint, and your mother’s tea art was all taught by .
If you’re interested…”
“No, thanks, I’m just dabbling.”
“Oh..
is that so.”
Feng Yuanqin, upon hearing this, didn’t persuade further; from their recent conversation, he had already discerned that this grandson’s temperant wasn’t the best.
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