It was the first time for Hongqiao to come to forget tea, and now that the hour had just passed, many vendors had appeared on the street one after another, and Hongqiao was sitting in the outer hall waiting for the shopkeeper's reply. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info She has always claimed to be Zishu Yunyang's confidant, but now she can't guess her thoughts.

Hongqiao knew that Miss Fang had a deep affection for that aunt, and even had a skin-to-skin relationship, but now that the aunt and the eldest lady have become relatives, Miss naturally can't accept it, and she sat in the room all night yesterday. She thought that the young lady would get used to this kind of scene after a while, but she didn't want the second young lady to write an invitation early in the morning and bring it to the mysterious tea shop owner.

Speaking of the matter of the owner of the forgotten tea shop, Rao is Hongqiao has also heard a lot of maids who stay at home every day, and there are even many dignitaries and nobles from the imperial city, and when they came to Zishufu as a guest, they also mentioned this Ling girl who forgot tea.

Some people told the lord that this Ling girl should be someone in the court, even if it is a poor person, she can make her soar and leap into the dragon gate, and some guests lamented that the owner of the tea shop is vicious, and a bad thing is to ruin the family.

And the young lady now asked herself to invite the shopkeeper, is it for the sake of her uncle? Could it be that Fang Min still has the heart to enter the official career? Or is it a master? But if the master wants to enter the court, he can't wait until today, let alone let himself be a little maid who only cares about the lady's clothes and daily life.

Besides, that Ling girl, who has been in Qiluo Town for nearly two years, has never made people really look at it, and there are countless invitations sent every day, how can such a handkerchief be invited?

Hongqiao sat on the circle chair made of rosewood and thought nonsense, a girl in a white robe walked out of the inner hall, she waved her hand to the shopkeeper, and the shopkeeper was busy making a series to the guest who was talking about the price with him, and then quickly came to the side of the girl in the white robe, the girl whispered a few words with an indifferent face, the shopkeeper was stunned at first, and then went out and called the guy in the store to go to the backyard to bring the carriage over.

"Miss Hongqiao has been waiting for a long time, my master will go to the house soon, please get into the carriage first." The shopkeeper made a gesture of invitation with a smile on his face and helped Hongqiao into the carriage.

The carriage of this tea shop is luxurious, a four-seater carriage, and a low table the height of a child is placed in the middle, and an incense burner is placed on the table, which is emitting an unknown fragrance.

It is now the beginning of winter, and this incense burner is not cumbersome to put in the carriage, not only to smoke the carriage with a pleasant smell, but also to bake the whole carriage warm.

Hongqiao sat on a cushion made of fine brocade and looked at the carriage. In addition to the incense burner in the carriage, there are also several strings of jade beads with simple shapes on both sides of the window, which should be used for decoration, and the center of the roof is also inlaid with a thumb-sized night pearl, which is supposed to be used for lighting at night.

As the maid of the richest family in Qiluo Town, she follows the second lady every day, and the night pearl is not such a strange thing for Hong Qiao, but she really knows it for the first time when she puts the night pearl in the carriage for lighting, and this practice is really extremely luxurious.

It seems that Forget Tea is really as those rumors say, it is not an idle place, and I don't know what kind of person the Ling girl is, this time she accepted the invitation of the young lady so easily.

Hongqiao sighed secretly, but the carriage suddenly moved, she was startled, opened the curtain in front of her, and did not think that the driver waving the horsewhip in front of her was a talented white-robed girl. The girl still had an indifferent expression on her face.

When did she get on the car? I didn't notice it at all! Hong Qiao couldn't help but hesitate, "Girl, are we going back to Zishufu?" Isn't Miss Ling with us? ”

The girl waved her whip quietly, and after a moment the rough voice that seemed to be an old woman's version sounded, "The girl has gone to the house, and I will take you home now." As soon as she spoke, the girl was silent again.

Already gone? The owner of this forgotten tea shop is really eccentric, but ...... Take me home? I was sold into Zishufu since I was a child, where did I come from? Isn't this girl thinking that Zishufu can be counted as my home? Hongqiao was full of questions, wanting to ask the white-robed girl, but she didn't know where to start. As the carriage jolted, Hongqiao's consciousness gradually became chaotic. Zishufu, is it so far away?

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At this time, the Zishu Mansion in the east of the city was quiet, and the shopkeeper who forgot the tea flicked his bright red sleeves and followed behind the chief manager Fang Xiuwen as if he was walking in the garden, and the delicate place between his thighs was still looming under the eyes of others.

The strange thing is that the male servants who should have been drooling at this scene only greeted her respectfully as if they could not see the shameless clothes, and as for the maids and maids, they seemed to have no meaning to her deviant dress, and did not even hear a word of whispering wherever they walked.

The girl staggered along, picking flowers and pulling grass in the garden from time to time, but in a moment she was in a mood again.

She flicked her wide sleeves tiredly, but she seemed to suddenly smell something that made her care, she twitched her nose, and patted Fang Xiuzhi's shoulder who was walking in front with some curiosity, "Manager Fang, which lady lives in the courtyard in the southwest?" ”

As we all know, the master of the Zishu family was a merciful lord when he was young, and the family married seven or eight aunts, and gave birth to the eldest lady Zishu Haiyun is the original partner of the master of Zishu, but he died of illness on the bed as early as seven years ago, and now the main mother is the mother of the second lady Yunyang, the original third aunt.

Fang Xiuzhi glanced at the southwest corner and waved his hand, "Madam, don't live there, it's the new house of the eldest lady and the new aunt." ”

At the mention of the word uncle, Fang Xiuzhi's old face couldn't help but show a smile of relief, I am afraid that he thought that his son could enter the family of scholars, and he would be prosperous and rich in the future. The owner of the forgotten tea shop looked down on Fang Xiuzhi's unpromising appearance, and only stared at the wedding room thoughtfully for a while, and finally seemed to have figured out something, and laughed violently.

Fang Xiuzhi, who was leading the way in front, was taken aback, looked back at the owner of the forgotten tea shop in red yarn, and was about to ask a question, but Miss Ling only pointed at his eyebrows, and the general manager of Fang immediately seemed to be frozen, and then lost his mind and made no sound, and walked in front and led the way silently. The woman who walked behind gathered her hair, snorted, and chuckled again.

"Zishu Yunyang, it seems that God has done your request for you, hehe, I don't know what your newlywed sister wants? I'm looking forward to it. ”