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Feng Jingteng had been waiting outside for a quarter of an hour before a sword-wielding guard came over, arranged for tea and pastries to be served, and respectfully invited him to sit for a while in the floral hall.
"Envoy, please wait a moment. The Great General will come to see you once he's done with state affairs."
Feng Jingteng, who had been holding in his anger ever since he arrived in Xinzhou, was already impatient. However, being in the Beiyong camp, he felt somewhat intimidated and had no choice but to suppress his irritation, pretending to be a refined gentleman, tolerant and composed while gently stroking his fine beard and sitting down to sip the tea lightly.
"Good tea," he commented.
Coming from a family of leisure, he loved to affect sophistication. After savoring the tea, he added, "The broth is clear and lingers on the palate. May I ask the name of this tea and from which esteemed house it comes?"
Zuo Zhong looked at him strangely.