In the spacious tea room, Yang Zhengshan sat facing Luo Shang and the other three.
The group of old fellows drank tea while chatting casually.
Looking at them, each with hair gone snowy white, Yang Zhengshan felt somewhat stifled in his heart.
Meow, I'm a rotten old man too now.
"My lord, that Old Thing Zhang Yuanwu will be able to come to Star Moon Island next month!" Han Cheng said.
Yang Zhengshan savored the tea carefully. This tea was slightly different from the former Dongling Spring Tea. Its tea tree had been found by him in the depths of the Jiujiang Mountain Range; it had originally been a superior tea tree, and after being transplanted into the Spirit Spring Space, the flavor of its leaves had risen another level.
Of course, that was not to say this kind of tea was better than Dongling Spring Tea. Today's Dongling Spring Tea had long since ceased to be the Dongling Spring Tea of the past; it too was a new variety he had produced after repeated selection and cultivation.
The two kinds of tea each had their own merits. Dongling Spring Tea was fresher and cleaner, while this new tea was richer and more fragrant. After it entered the mouth, the tea aroma was dense and full, and its lingering sweetness was long and mellow, so Yang Zhengshan named it Linglu Tea.
All right, this name had no connection whatsoever with the characteristics of the new tea. It was just a name Yang Zhengshan had casually come up with.
"Has everything been arranged over there?"
"Mm, it's been arranged. The Imperial Court has already appointed Wu Mingyang as Commander!" Han Cheng said.
Wu Mingyang was Wu An's son, which made him Wu Chongzhe's grandson. He was also in his twenties this