Shuang Yuan. A refinedly and elegantly arranged front room.
Mo Liancheng was leisurely lying on the rosewood rocking chair with plum flower engraved on it, sipping idly a fragrant tea.
On the exquisite teapoy was arranged sand-fired tea set.
Tea was steeped by him. Apart from playing zither and painting, he had another hobby. Making tea.
It could not be said that he liked very much drinking tea. To be more accurate, he was fond of making tea. Nothing more.
„Where has she gone currently?“ Mo Liancheng lightly swept a glance at Yu Hao, the corners of his mouth slightly evoked into a hint of smile. He was staring at the cup he held in the hand as if he was lost in thought. On surface of the cup was painted delicately winter´s snow plum flower. It´s colour was bright and dazzling, painting detailed. A pretty good work. Naturally, things that has pass through his, Mo Liancheng´s, hands was unlikely to fall short.
„Her highness currently went to the receiving room.“ Yu Hao replied. His face still without the slightest emotion.
„Oh.“
„Her highness seemed to got very angry.“
„She ought to get angry. Otherwise, there would be no fun to marry a woman, who was too good-tempered.“