At noon, Qi Qingyu and Chen Zhi had already returned to Hanhua Street in the south of the city.

The Qi family's mansion is located in Pingyang Lane on Hanhua Street. Although the land here is expensive, it is basically a gathering place for rich people, and there are some innocent small households, and the environment is excellent.

Qi Qingyu had the heart to take a look around, and then go back after the chaotic mood was completely calm, so as not to be seen by the family, and it was indispensable to worry.

Zeng's only fell ill last month, and she was finally rescued from the ghost gate, and she was very cautious.

The most headache is Qi Liangyu, who has always been reluctant to marry.

Could it be that he just had to wait for the down-and-out scholar in the previous life to appear? Strange, why hasn't she appeared yet, does she have to ruthlessly "kick out" Qi Liangyu from the house in order to meet the right person?

Qi Qingyu thought as he walked, and suddenly found that Chen Zhi was gone, "Baozhi? Looking at it suspiciously, after a while, Qi Qingyu found Chen Zhi in front of a calligraphy and painting stall.

She was looking at the paintings and was fascinated.

When Qi Qingyu walked over, he found that the poor scholar who sold paintings had actually drawn a portrait of Chen Zhi in a short period of time. This person is very good at drawing, like a real person, with smart eyebrows.

I saw that Chen Zhibai's face was red, and he lowered his head a little shyly and did not speak, occasionally secretly opening his eyes to look at his portrait.

Maybe it's the scholar who is looking at it, but not necessarily!

Qi Qingyu was very vigilant, and asked solemnly: "Who are you?" How dare you paint a portrait of my maid without permission! ”

Chen Zhi was startled, crumpled the portrait into a ball, stuffed it into the cage, and bowed his waist weakly and did not dare to help.

The scholar who sold the painting was obviously stunned, but he didn't think that Chen Zhi was dressed properly, and the materials used for clothes and accessories were better than those of ordinary rich ladies, but he was actually a maid.

It's a pity. "This girl, it's a little rude, and she has no reason to be with you." The scholar replied respectfully, not daring to look at Qi Qingyu.

The personal maids are the left and right hands of the young ladies, and he should be called so.

Qi Qingyu thought he was slippery. The first thing Gu Lu's eyes looked at was their clothes, and he was afraid that he would have the intention of camping.

She tried to recall what happened to Chen Zhi in her previous life, what was the name of the man who was engaged to her?

"Are you Hu Xiucai?" Qi Qingyu suddenly remembered it, and her face was happy. The painter and Chen Zhi were shocked again.

The scholar who sold paintings was shocked why Qi Qingyu said that his surname was Hu. Chen Zhi was shocked that the general master showed such an expression of first suppressing and then rising, which was not good.

didn't want her to be greedy for the painting and hurt others, Chen Zhi hurriedly explained: "Master, the slave is greedy for this painting, which is very similar to the one my deceased mother liked back then." ”

She pointed to a pair of Liangzhou words and paintings.

Selling paintings was stunned. Ne said solemnly: "This is the work of Xiaosheng Linmo, which makes the noble maid smile." ”

Chen Zhi's face turned red again, and he looked at the ground with a shy look.

Qi Qingyu was completely ignored, and she was very unhappy, she hadn't seen Chen Zhi blush at any man for so many years, and now she wanted to teach a poor painter to cheat, and she didn't feel annoyed.

She is going to marry Chen Zhi to the husband of the previous life, and she is the next Yan Cao under the prefect of Chang'an. Fat poor, honest people.

What's going on now, stinky scholar! Qi Qingyu straightened his face. Show the arrogance of the evil lord.

The painter suddenly became nervous and subconsciously stepped back, but behind him was the wall. It happened that the tax collector came to collect the land tax today, and his face was as red as a monkey's ass.

"Zhang Xiucai, your taxes have been in arrears for two days, but it's just one copper plate a day, why can't you pay it?" The tax officer's usual tone was one of doubt.

Because Zhang Xiucai's family is poor and he is a filial son, the tax of a copper plate is already the grace of Master Cao adhering to the grace of God's will.

Qi Qingyu was a little surprised, it was actually surnamed Zhang...... Hey. Is it possible that Qi Liangyu's poor husband is bare? "Zhang Xiucai, are you a local or a foreigner?" While asking, she took out one or two pieces of silver from Chen Zhi's purse and threw them on the case, and personally rolled a pair of magpies to welcome spring and red plum Xiang Ruixue, and put them in Chen Zhi's cage.

"Hey. Girl, this painting is at least ......."

"Come on, one tael of silver has a thousand copper plates, enough for your family to take medicine for half a month, don't you hurry up and thank the girl." The tax official interrupted Zhang Xiucai's words and gave him a hard look.

However, this show is a nerd. Ignoring the tax officer's advice, he said in one go: "Girl, this painting is sold for at least five taels of silver, you have a good eye, Xiaosheng has been painting for a whole month." ”

Qi Qingyu didn't care, and took out a silver ingot with ten taels of white flowers, threw it on Zhang Xiucai's case, and said in an arrogant and snobbish tone: "How many paintings are enough to buy you?" Calculate carefully, don't scribble the portrait of the girl's house when you go back, or I'll sue you for bad morals. ”

Zhang Xiucai stared at the ingot, between wanting or not, it seemed that he couldn't help but blush about his temperament.

Chen Zhi was slightly shocked, and after a little pondering, he realized what Qi Qingyu meant. The master probably didn't like her approaching a strange man.

"Master, it's not too early, why don't we go back." Chen Zhi guessed that Zhang Xiucai was poor, and this ingots should be accepted.

But Zhang Xiucai, who was holding back the whole Zhang Tonghong, suddenly picked up the ingots and handed them back to Qi Qingyu with both hands, "Although Xiaosheng is poor, and although Xiaosheng's paintings are worthless, I don't dare to be such a price." If you offend, please forgive the girl. ”

It seemed that the ingot of silver was a hot potato, and without waiting for Qi Qingyu to pick it up, he threw it out.

The embarrassed and persistent demeanor made Qi Qingyu laugh for a while, he was poor like this, what kind of integrity did he talk about.

"I don't think you're selling paintings, you're selling temperament. Think about one day a dignitary passing by here, suddenly admire your paintings, and then ask about your family history, there is a story of throwing silver today, and see that you are so filial, the spirit of high wind and bright festival is commendable, and then ......"

A clear smile appeared on Qi Qingyu's lips, and her glittering eyes didn't seem to be arranging, but stating a fact.

Zhang Xiucai's face changed suddenly, and he gritted his teeth violently and chattered involuntarily.

"Don't get me wrong about this girl, Zhang Xiucai can't daydream like this." The tax collector calmly helped.

Qi Qingyu tilted her head slightly, looking at the tax official lightly, her eyes full of doubts.

The girl in front of her was as beautiful as a fairy, the tax official trembled, and immediately lowered his head and explained with respect: "Zhang Xiucai's family was originally an official, but later he was convicted and demoted to a commoner. Today, he did not deprive Zhang Xiucai of his fame, but he was the son of a criminal official and could not participate in the imperial examination. ”

Zhang Xiucai tilted his head, his face was full of shame, and secretly clenched his fists.

"Master, it's not too early, let's go back?" Chen Zhi didn't want to continue to hurt others, so he hurriedly begged Qi Qingyu to leave.

Qi Qingyu had another idea, and suddenly asked in a whisper, "Who did Ling Zun offend?" ”

"Jian Ye Zuo's house." Suddenly, a noble son dressed in a blue wide-sleeved robe, with willow eyebrows, lazily joined in the excitement.

Several people were stunned.

"To be precise, I offended the concubine." He added, idle.

After finishing speaking, he left with a smile. Zhilan's jade tree-like figure walked through the clouds and wind, but the wide sleeves of the flowing immortals brought out a sense of unpopularity.

A sense of déjà vu rose in front of him, but Qi Qingyu didn't have such a face in his memory, he only felt a little similar to someone. (To be continued.) )

PS: Thanks for the ingots.