After the indigenous heroine was reborn, she went crazy and reorganized the plot line

Chapter 181 Zhongdu

Before returning to Zhongdu, she wrote three letters, one of which was a reply to the daily letter that Akuna had sent her that day.

The second letter was left for Gu Yuer, which contained her and Aku's secret contact information, so that she could obtain information from Aku about treating Gu Yun's leg.

She hesitated for an incense stick of time about the other letter, but finally decided to leave it to Shen Peiqing.

She racked her brains, actually staring at the paper for a long time, not knowing what to write.

A short line of words was written at the end and it was placed under a medical book.

That very night, she left Dongzhou and boarded a carriage driven by Wuxuzi's followers to leave Dongzhou.

It took her a long time to come here, but it felt like it went by very quickly when she went back.

The attendant seemed to see through her thoughts and jokingly said, "These two swift horses are truly exceptional. Lord Wu specially brought them out. He treasures them dearly. If they weren't used to fetch Lady Tianfeng, I'm sure Lord Wu wouldn't have been willing to part with them."

Listening to the followers' teasing of Wuxuzi, Rong Su was actually infected by this atmosphere and felt a little relieved about going to Zhongdu, a place he had been a little reluctant to go to.

After all, she lost her heart and her life in Zhongdu in her previous life.

Even though Rong Yingxin is dead now and she is no longer threatened by this person, the haze deeply engraved in her heart cannot be eliminated just by saying so.

In just three days, they arrived at Zhongdu, the most prosperous place in Zhongzhou.

In Zhongdu City, the morning light is just breaking, and the shining sunlight shines on the bluestone-paved streets.

There are shops lining the streets and alleys, with a wide variety of goods on display. People are moving around in the market. Some are in a hurry, some are leisurely, and some stop in front of a stall to savor the charm of the goods.

Rong Su looked at the bustling market through the curtain of the carriage. What caught her eye were the pavilions with flying eaves and pointed corners, which were arranged in an orderly manner in the city.

Under the sunlight, the light shines through the thin clouds and falls on the porcelain tiles, sparkling and shining.

In the distance, a natural jade belt slowly flows around the entire city.

The clear and transparent river, with its ripples, looks like a piece of exquisite silk spread on transparent glass.

On the shore, the city is bustling with people and the shouts of vendors are heard one after another, which is very lively. Mixed in with the joyful sounds of children playing with each other, it adds more lively beauty to the city.

Seeing Rong Su was mesmerized, the attendant smiled and began to compliment her, "Welcome to Zhongdu, Your Excellency. I believe that with your return, Zhongdu will become even more prosperous and splendid, and its splendor will last forever."

She was still able to see things. On the way to Zhongdu, what she saw was not as prosperous and beautiful as Zhongdu itself, but a completely different scene. Even though her entourage had changed the route, it was probably because they did not want her to see the displaced and miserable refugees.

Soon, the carriage stopped in front of a mansion that was quiet yet prosperous.

The attendant respectfully opened the curtain of the carriage for her. She jumped down lightly and then walked into the mansion under the guidance of the attendant.

The bluestone-paved path is lined with exotic flowers and plants, and you can faintly smell various elegant fragrances.

In the distance, one seemed to hear the sound of stringed instruments coming from the corridor. From the pleasant and moving flute music, one could tell that the person playing the music was an elegant person.

The flute music in the air is sometimes passionate like a mountain stream rushing into a river, hitting the rocks with irresistible force, and sometimes gentle like the delicate and soft spring breeze, giving people a desolate tranquility like rain.

Following the sound of the flute, I finally caught a glimpse of the man's true identity. Unexpectedly, it was the young man I met at the post station that day.

I think it was called something like that, something with the word "玉" in it.

When Shen Fengyu saw Rong Su, he smiled and stopped playing. He looked at her and bowed, "What a coincidence, Your Highness. I can actually meet you again in Zhongdu."

She looked at Shen Fengyu quietly, but still couldn't remember his name and didn't know how to speak.

Shen Fengyu seemed to have read her mind and considerately introduced himself again: "My name is Ziyu. Your Highness, this time, I hope you can remember my name for a moment. I would be very grateful."

Hearing this, Rong Su's eyes shifted, feeling a little guilty. After all, it was indeed rude of her to not remember the other person's name.

"Rong Su." She didn't know what to say, so she decided to return the favor and tell him her name.

Shen Fengyu smiled slightly and said in a gentle voice: "I know."

Then, he just looked at her quietly. Seeing that he didn't say anything, she didn't say anything either. They just stood there for almost half an incense stick.

Until a figure hurried over with a little sweat on his forehead.

"Oh, I'm so sorry for keeping you waiting for so long!" Wuxuzi looked at her and Shen Fengyu with an apologetic look.

Seeing Wuxuzi, Shen Fengyu smiled warmly, without any intention of blaming him: "No problem. It is a great pleasure for me to stop by this small pond with His Highness and admire the spring scenery. I also want to thank Master Wu."

Wuxuzi smiled sheepishly at Shen Fengyu, then looked at Rong Su and humbly blamed himself: "Lady Tianfeng, please punish me. I should have come to greet you in time!"

As he was about to kneel down in front of her, Rong Su frowned and immediately stopped him: "Forget it. Aren't you taking me to see the emperor? Have you arranged the time?"

Seeing that Rong Su had no intention of holding him accountable, Wuxuzi looked at her gratefully, and then answered her question seriously: "Reporting to Lady Tianfeng, His Majesty will summon you in two days. Please stay in Fengge for now."

Realizing that this was the Fengge that Wuxuzi had mentioned, with its breathtakingly beautiful scenery, she nodded without hesitation.

"Okay. Where's my room? Take me there."

This meant that she was tired and needed to rest, but Wuxuzi glanced at Shen Fengyu beside her, and obviously had something else to say.

Seeing this, Rong Su also glanced sideways at Shen Fengyu, who remained silent but just had a faint smile on his face.

"Why? Do you need me to stay and entertain the guests? I guess I am a guest too."

Rong Su's blunt refusal made Wuxuzi at a loss for words for a moment. He looked at her with some embarrassment, then at Shen Fengyu.

At this moment, Shen Fengyu once again displayed his considerate demeanor, smiling nonchalantly and saying, "Sir Wu. Your Highness must be exhausted from the journey, so let him rest. It's my fault for choosing this time to visit. How about tomorrow at noon, I'll host a banquet at Zhonghonglou, and I hope Your Highness will honor me with your presence then."

The other party was quite polite, clasping his hands together and bowing to her, with a faint smile, like the rising sun, bright and clear.

Although he looked like a handsome man with a charming and beautiful smile, she always felt a sense of displeasure.

Don't hit a smiling person. She doesn't know this person's background, but since the other party has no hostility, she can't take the initiative to make enemies.

"it is good."

After leaving a word, Rong Su turned around and left. Wuxuzi immediately winked at the servant beside him, and the servant immediately caught up with Rong Su and led the way.

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Noon the next day.

A three-story teahouse was bustling with people and guests coming in and out continuously.

The Zhonghonglou teahouse looks like a wine gourd. The middle floor is shorter than the third floor. The winding staircase is covered with layers of colorful carpets, like an endless rainbow bridge.

The first floor is the teahouse lobby. The dozens of tables inside have long been filled with people, and it can be said that every seat is occupied.

When I stepped into the teahouse, a waiter came to greet me. I think he recognized Wuxuzi at first sight.

"Master Wu! I'm so honored to see you here at this hour! It truly brings glory to our humble home!"

The waiter's compliments did make Wuxuzi happy both physically and mentally, but he turned his gaze to Rong Su who was standing silently beside him and quickly put away his smile.

He put on a solemn expression and said to the waiter, "Hurry up and lead the way. Let's go to Room No. 1."

The waiter was a man who could read people's expressions. He understood at a glance that they were here for a banquet, and he smiled and bowed to lead the way.

"Okay! Please follow me!"

I followed the waiter up the colorful staircase, and when I stepped on the carpet, I could feel its softness like cotton.

I looked down at the escalators on both sides. The colorful clouds and flying birds carved on them were lifelike, as if they really existed. Even the texture of the birds' wings was carved very delicately.

When I got to the second floor, it was just as I saw above. It was small and there was not much space, but it did not seem to be used as a guest room.

The space was cleared out to serve as a performance stage, with a round satin blanket with colorful floral patterns spread out on the ground, and high tables and chairs placed on both sides.

Soon we arrived at the third floor, which was no different from other teahouses and was used as a private room to entertain guests.

Room No. 1 seemed to be at the end of the corridor. With the waiter's guidance, they arrived there soon.

The waiter knocked on the door and said, "Master Ziyu, Master Wu and the distinguished guest have arrived."

Zi Yu's leisurely and mellow voice came from inside: "Okay, please let them in."

The waiter turned to them, smiled, stretched out his hand, pushed open the door and invited them in.

After entering, the elegant yet rich aroma of tea hits your nose.

Inside the private room, the carved wooden window lattices were slightly ajar, letting in mottled light and shadow from outside. A pear wood tea table covered with soft satin was placed right in the center.

Shen Fengyu, who was sitting upright on a pear wood chair, looked up when he heard the door open. His clear eyes with a faint smile glanced at Wuxuzi, and then he kept staring at Rong Su.

"Oh, Ziyu, you are so biased. Why are you only looking at Lord Rongsu, but you don't even look at me? It seems that my appearance is not as good as Lord Rongsu's." Wuxuzi suddenly teased Shen Fengyu. Her words were a joke, but her eyes moved between her and Shen Fengyu, which was particularly ambiguous.

Rong Su was unhappy with this feeling, so she interrupted Shen Fengyu before he could speak.

"Since Lord Wu is trying to gain Master Ziyu's attention, I'd better not disturb you."

He was about to turn and leave when Wuxuzi saw him and panicked: "No, Master Rongsu, that's not what I meant!"

Shen Fengyu frowned slightly, then immediately regained his gentle composure. He stood up from his chair, walked over to Rong Su, and said with a gentle smile, "Lord Rong Su, you're leaving before you even have a taste of the tea I made especially for you. I really feel sorry for you and it makes me sad."

When he said this, Rong Su wanted to say immediately, "Your sadness has nothing to do with her," but when the words came to her lips, she took them back.

She accepted the appointment for a purpose, which was to find out the background of the man in front of her.

Because Wuxuzi has been trying his best to match her with the young man in front of her named Ziyu.

Last night she asked Wuxuzi, but Wuxuzi kept avoiding the question and didn't tell her directly, using the excuse that it would be better for her to understand it herself.

She also used Fat Head to send a message to Aku to investigate this person, but since she didn't get a reply so quickly, she just came to accept the appointment.

Rong Su did not answer him. She turned around and found a chair to sit down. She fiddled with her sleeves before looking at Shen Fengyu and speaking in a calm voice.

"Where is the tea that Master Ziyu made? Let me try it."

Shen Fengyu paused slightly, a hint of darkness flashed across his eyes, and then he turned around, his face still smiling.

"Wait a moment." He walked over and started to make tea.

Wuxuzi looked at Rong Su, then at Shen Fengyu, rolled his eyes, then walked over with a laugh and sat on Rong Su's right.

"Lord Rongsu, I believe Ziyu's tea-brewing skills are unmatched in the entire metropolis. He is the last disciple of the Northern Continent tea master, Le Tumi!"

Beizhou, this person is from Beizhou.

Rong Su looked at Shen Fengyu and narrowed her eyes slightly. Perhaps her gaze was a little deliberate. Shen Fengyu suddenly looked over and saw her expression without panic. He smiled at her.

"Don't be ridiculous, sir. My tea art is still not up to par. I don't deserve this title."

As he said this, he had already brewed a pot of tea, poured a cup and gently pushed it towards Rong Su.

"Lord Rongsu, please try it. The tea used is the finest Spring Snow Tea, which is the first tea leaves picked by tea pickers at the top of the snow mountain in early spring."

I lowered my eyes to look into the teacup, and a wave of heat like a faint fragrance slowly spread out, carrying a light and layered aroma.

The elegant water light created gentle ripples in the cup, the color was neither too dark nor too light, just right, emerald green with an amber luster.

Picking up the cup and taking a sip, the rich tea fragrance has already spread in the mouth, as if the drizzle gently brushes the newborn buds, fresh and deep, reaching the heart.

"How is it?" Shen Fengyu looked at her lightly, with a hint of expectation in his clear eyes.

Rong Su glanced at it briefly before looking away and saying truthfully, "It's a refreshing and sweet tea. It's a good tea. You're a very good tea artist."

Shen Fengyu seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, feeling happy about her answer. He smiled and said, "That's good. If Master Rongsu doesn't mind, I'll make tea for you from now on, okay?"

After hearing this, Rong Su did not directly answer the question. Instead, after taking a sip of tea, she tentatively asked, "You learned tea art from a master of tea art from Beizhou. Could it be that your hometown is also in Beizhou?"

Shen Fengyu lowered his eyes slightly, a hint of depth flashed across his eyes, but when he raised his eyes again, it had disappeared.

"Beizhou is indeed my hometown. I came to Zhongzhou because a new trade route had been opened between Beizhou and Zhongzhou, so I came here to see the customs and people of Zhongdu."

Speaking of this, Rong Su remembered that there were trade exchanges between the three continents and one city, but there has always been only one trade route.

It seems that the alliance between North Continent and Central Continent is a foregone conclusion.

Wuxuzi, who had been drinking tea silently, suddenly interrupted, "By the way, sir. I just remembered that I need to report something to you. His Majesty has something urgent to attend to, so he needs to postpone summoning you for two days."

Postponed? Rong Su was stunned. She wanted to ask but felt it was unnecessary, so she simply nodded to show that she understood.