At noon, there was not a hint of wind, and the sun was hot. Chen Qiuniang waited in the shadow at the door of Zhang's mansion, and took a fan made of palm leaves that had been temporarily folded and fanned it vigorously, still feeling hot.

Steward Wang took her letter and went in for a long time, but there was no news. In fact, there were only a few lines on the letter, and if you want to read it, it will be a matter of glancing. But if you want to make a decision, it is estimated that Zhang Ci will have to struggle for a while.

Chen Qiuniang speculated that with Zhang Ci's temperament, he would not be entangled for too long, and someone should reply at this time. Sure enough, she thought it was time for someone to talk back, and she heard someone open the inner door. Then there was the sound of hurried footsteps, and then the door squeaked and slowly opened. Steward Wang walked out, glanced at her, and said, "Miss Chen, the son is invited." ”

Chen Qiuniang heard Steward Wang's whispered words, and a hanging heart finally let go. She had been apprehensive before, because even if what was written in the letter was very tempting to Zhang Ci, it was not a reason why Zhang Ci had to see her. To be honest, Zhang Ci really chose not to see her.

"Thank you, Steward Wang." Chen Qiuniang bowed.

"Let's go." Steward Wang's tone was calm, and he didn't say much, only waved his hand to let her follow, and then turned around and walked towards the courtyard. Chen Qiuniang hurriedly followed.

Zhangfu is a typical western Sichuan house style. There is a small corridor in the vermilion lacquer gate, and after this corridor is the second door, and then there is a room, which is usually the place where the gatehouse is on duty, and after passing through this room, it is the third door (and the innermost inner door). The three gates are equivalent to triple insurance. After these three gates, it is a wall, made of gray bricks, surrounded by vines and lace, in the middle is a picture of cranes riding the wind, and in front of the wall is verdant flowers and trees. Bypassing the wall is the front yard, where a few grapefruit trees are planted, and the blue-black leaves are shiny in the sun. There are several large fish tanks under the grapefruit trees in the courtyard, and there are large areas of aquatic plants inside, and it is impossible to see if there are any fish.

There was no one living in the front yard of Zhang's house. On the contrary, only the front wall is a hall with two parlors on each side. There is a corridor eaves to the left under the eaves of the front courtyard hall leading to another quadrangle, and to the right is another floor of quadrangle. For steward Wang led her through the parlor on the left side of the hall until she reached another courtyard behind the hall. This courtyard is particularly large, and it is a courtyard house. However, the gatehouses everywhere are closed, even if Chen Qiuniang is studying architecture, I don't know what the layout of the mansion is.

However, this courtyard is planted with many trees and flowers, and it looks more like a garden. And the layout of each place has the charm of Chinese painting. Steward Wang stopped a little in this courtyard, then turned to the right, and passed through a round gate under the eaves of the porch, and there was another courtyard. The courtyard is about 15 square meters, the flowers and trees in the courtyard are sparse, and the center of the courtyard is a fountain pool.

"This is the residence of the second son, and behind it is the garden of the second son." Steward Wang pointed to a row of two-story buildings in front of him, and then to the lush place behind the small buildings.

"Elegant and quiet." Chen Qiuniang also praised politely.

Steward Wang's face did not fluctuate, and he only strode to the eaves in front of the small building and stood respectfully, and said, "Second son, bring people here." ”

"Let her in." Zhang Ci's voice sounded inside.

"You go in on your own, the second son is on the second floor." Steward Wang frowned at Chen Qiuniang, looked at her, and said, "Wait, your muddy shoes need to be replaced." ”

As he spoke, he shouted to the hut next to him, "Green Lotus, bring a pair of shoes." ”

A crisp girl's voice answered inside. Chen Qiuniang was suspicious, why didn't the green lotus ask about the size of the feet. She was suspicious, and a little maid in green came out of the room and took a pair of slippers. Yes, it's slippers, and it's knitted slippers with a mille-feuille sole.

The little maid in green had a pair of big smart eyes, combed a double bun, and smiled like a crescent moon, she put her shoes in front of her and whispered, "Miss Chen, please." ”

Chen Qiuniang hurriedly thanked her, and then put on the pair of slippers and pushed open the door of Zhang Ci Xiaolou.

The Zhang family really has a crossing molecule, and this kind of slippers and the firearms held by the Zhang family are the best proof. Chen Qiuniang thought of this, and was excited. There is still a being like her in this plane, and she seems to be a powerful person.

She stood in the living room on the first floor of the small building, took a deep breath, calmed her excitement, and then walked up the wooden staircase upstairs.

On the second floor of the stairs is a silk screen, on which is painted "Autumn Evening in the Mountain House", and the inscription is imitated by Wang Xizhi. Turning the screen, it was the hall, and on the soft couch near the window, Zhang Ci, who was dressed in light blue clothes, was reclining there, leaning on a pile of pillows to read. There was a pile of books and some letterheads on the table next to the couch. And the letterhead that Chen Qiuniang handed over before was placed on the table, with a paperweight pillow.

Chen Qiuniang stood still in front of the screen, bowed slightly, and said, "Chen Qiuniang came to visit the second son." ”

Zhang Ci only moved slightly, glanced at her, pointed to the bamboo couch next to the soft couch and said, "Sit." ”

"Thank you." Chen Qiuniang said, strode over and knelt down on the bamboo couch, looked at Zhang Ci very seriously, and waited for him to ask back.

Zhang Ci was still reading, and after reading for a long time, he put down the book in his hand, raised his eyes to look at her, and said with a smile: "I thought you had a strong self-esteem." ”

Her words seemed to be clueless, but Chen Qiuniang instantly understood that he was sarcastic about her, and after being so humiliated, he dared to come to see him.

Chen Qiuniang chuckled lightly and said, "People in the countryside only talk about the truth, where do they care about so much vanity." ”

Zhang Ci chuckled, the smile spread at the corners of his eyes, and a handsome face reflected the sunlight that penetrated through the window paper, as bright as jade. The corners of his lips were slightly raised, his eyes were slightly narrowed, and he seemed to be in a good mood. And then casually said: "Sophistry." ”

His tone was low, his voice was originally good, such a low tone was more like a breeze blowing through the strings, falling flowers falling on the water, indescribably graceful. And what made Chen Qiuniang instantly stunned and didn't know what to do was the smile on the corner of his eyebrows, as well as the doting in this tone.

In her rehearsal, Zhang Ci will be cold-faced, sarcastic, and may not see her at all. She never thought that Zhang Ci would have such an attitude when she saw her, this ** and tenderness are too weird.

How do people deal with such an attitude? If you don't play cards according to reason, you don't follow the plot, it's a bad review. Chen Qiuniang frowned slightly. The man opposite had changed from reclining to kneeling, with a coffee table between them. On the coffee table is a string of Buddhist beads, and the black wood beads are shining.

Chen Qiuniang looked at her for a moment, and finally lost the battle, took the lead in looking at the Buddha beads, and said with a chuckle: "Where do you dare to quibble in front of the second son." I'm telling the truth. ”

Zhang Ci didn't answer, the room was very quiet, only the cicadas outside the window were crying happily. Chen Qiuniang never thought that meeting Zhang Ci would be such a situation, she didn't know how to continue the conversation for a while, so she was silent.

She stubbornly looked at the Buddha beads and counted them carefully several times, all of them were one hundred and eight. Zhang Ci didn't speak, and he didn't even move his body. The two seemed to be competing.

I don't know how long it took, Chen Qiuniang only felt that her legs and feet were numb from kneeling, and she felt that it was not a way to go on like this, so she took the lead in defeating, looked up at Zhang Ci, and didn't care that he was looking at her, and no matter that his eyes were as deep as a cold pool, he said: "I'm thirsty." ”

As soon as this sentence came out, Zhang Ci smiled "poof", he pursed his lips and smiled, his eyes were clear, and a shallow smile appeared on his lips. He finally moved his body, grabbed a pillow and threw it to Chen Qiuniang and said, "Next." ”

Chen Qiuniang stretched out her hand and took the pillow safely, he had already walked to the side of the screen, and said loudly downstairs: "You are becoming more and more ignorant of the rules." When the guests came, they didn't know how to send refreshments. ”

"Hey, hey, here, here." A grinning man replied.

Chen Qiuniang didn't care whether it was polite or not, since she had already started the conversation so funny, she simply put the pillow on the wall, leaned over the whole person, and hung her numb legs as if no one was around.

Zhang Ci turned around and saw a dirty girl beating her legs and contemplating, not looking like everyone was beautiful at all. He smiled slightly, and his restless heart was magically calmed. He walked over softly and sat down across from her, wondering what the hell the girl was thinking about against him.

Although Chen Qiuniang lowered her eyes and seemed to be focusing on beating her legs, she had been paying attention to Zhang Ci's actions, and she had pondered several plans to open the chatterbox, and was analyzing which plan would be better implemented. Zhang Ci suddenly spoke and asked, "Why did you come to see me?" ”

His tone was low, this time not spoiling, but a little sighing. Chen Qiuniang raised her eyes to look at him. He leaned against the window, looked sideways at her, and held the beads in his hand.

"I think it's very clear in my letter, that's why." Chen Qiuniang replied and pointed to the letterhead next to her. It was a piece of white rice paper, with a fly's head on it, and a few short lines of words were written:

The husband is not guilty, but he is guilty, and Zhang Fu is guilty, and he will cause trouble. The son is smart, the symptomatic strategy, and the drink quenches his thirst. The little woman is not talented, she misses the kindness of her son, thinks about it for a long time, and has a good plan. I am willing to have a face-to-face interview with my son to solve the crisis of Zhang's mansion.

Signed: Chen's Qiu Niang

Zhang Ci squinted at the letterhead on the table, then looked at Chen Qiuniang, and said in a very disdainful tone: "Edit, continue to edit." I said Chen Qiuniang, can you be honest? Keep doing these things with all the nonsense. ”

His expression was disdainful, but he wasn't as angry as he used to be, and he didn't look angry at all now.

Chen Qiuniang saw that he was not angry, and she relaxed herself. She moved forward, put one hand on her cheek, sighed, and said, "I don't make this vain, can you see me?" ”

"You know I don't see you? Opinionated. Zhang Ci glanced at her, then got up and sat on the side of the coffee table, and a gray-clothed guy turned around outside the screen and brought tea and pastries, as well as iced sour plum soup.

When Chen Qiuniang saw someone coming, she stopped her words for the time being. Zhang Ci rebuked the two and said: "You are becoming more and more disagreeable, and the guests don't know how to serve tea." ”

"Hehe, we're also afraid of disturbing Childe. So just-" The gray-clothed guy said with a grin, he didn't have the consciousness of being a little guy at all, and he glanced at Chen Qiuniang from time to time, with a weird smile on his face.

"Get out, get out." Zhang Ci waved his hand, quite impatient.

"Good, good." The gray-clothed little guy picked up the dinner plate, pulled the green lotus and said loudly, "The little one has retired, and he has gone to weed in the courtyard, and if the second son has any orders, he will shout loudly." ”

Zhang Ci didn't speak, only waved his hand, signaling them to speed up, and the two rushed out.

Chen Qiuniang only felt that the people in Zhang's Mansion were really different from other places, not only the master was chattering, but even the little maid was chattering. RS