After fooling the group of stupid men at the door, the maid pretended to be casual and returned to the mansion, walked through the vestibule, and passed through the middle hall, and the speed was obviously much faster. When he arrived at the Nian Ci Hall, he almost ran in, and slammed the door open, scaring the man who was sorting out the scrolls and spilling graphite on the ground.

He looked at the panting maid standing at the door, pouted his lips in displeasure, and picked up the brush mixed in the middle with two fingers in disgust, his face was almost wrinkled, and the other hand held the scroll far away, but the hand holding the scroll also raised his orchid fingers because of the disgust for the ink on his hand.

"I said Rongrong, how old are you, can you not make such a fuss about doing things! I almost thought it was a female streamer. The scoundrel wants to plot against me! ”

"Less poverty!" The chief maid glared at him in annoyance, looked left and right, closed the door, and asked in a low voice, "Where is the old lady?" ”

Li Wenhe rolled his eyes and began to deal with the ink on his hands: "How did I know that I am guarding the Zhao Mansion, not the guardian of the lady." ”

Li Wenhe's words almost didn't come up in a breath of anger for Miss Rong, if she hadn't stopped her in time, she would have almost shouted: "Li Wenhe! Are you talking about human words? The lord asked you to stare at the Zhao Mansion, don't you understand what it means? You don't know where Madame is, so you dare to say it casually? If this is exposed, you can bear the responsibility! ”

Li Wenhe muttered in a low voice: "What are you afraid of, our lady is smart." Besides, I had already asked my brothers to inform the old lady before I came, don't worry, it will be fine. Are you still worried about my errands? ”

"I'm afraid you're too arrogant and make a mistake. After all, the other party is the daughter of the Jingzhao Yin family, and if he pokes a hole, even if it is our master, it will take some effort to deal with it. Miss Rong breathed a sigh of relief and glared at him.

As he spoke, a pigeon had already flown back. Li Wenhe and Miss Rong glanced at each other, and when they walked out of the house, they saw the pigeon fold its wings and land on the small swing under the eaves of his room.

Li Wenhe stepped forward, skillfully and easily took off the small letter bucket on the pigeon's feet, poured out the contents of the contents, and unfolded it was a poem that yearned for the husband and wife to live in seclusion in the mountains and forests.

"It's over."

Li Wenhe carefully picked up this poem, intending to go back and frame it in a gold frame. After that, it was his Li Wenhe's poems, and when he got it to the market, he could not only give himself a long reputation, but also get a lot of silver when he sold it.

Miss Rong's envious gaze moved away from the small poem he was holding in his hand with difficulty, and muttered: "What's going on with the old lady these two days, keep running up the mountain." ”

"Then who knows, maybe it's about to act. Didn't you say you were running out of rouge? When I came back today, I saw Grandma Li on the street, you should hurry up, be careful that you can't buy it for a while. Li Wenhe's eyes only had the letter paper brought by the pigeon, and his eyes were staring straight ahead, for fear that the wind would blow it away, so he walked into the house with it and didn't care about Miss Rong.

"Are you ......" Miss Rong looked at his back and stopped talking, shook her head speechlessly, but the pace of leaving was much faster.

Grandma Li is the best person who sells rouge gouache on the street, all of which are made by herself, clean and hygienic and very easy to use. Miss Rong is a beauty-lover, and after coming to the capital, she used the rouge of many families to compare, and it turned out that this Grandma Li was the best.

It's a pity that she only comes once a week and doesn't accept reservations. Whether you can grab the rouge or not depends on your own luck.

As for the old lady in their mouth, after wandering around outside for a while, they headed towards the Eight Kings' Mansion. The eighth prince should have also gone out, and he hadn't been back for long, and he still had a wet breath just after taking a bath, and he changed into a clean plain robe and sat on the bridge railing to feed the fish.

When he heard the news of Yun Xiaoshuang and Zhao Mocheng's visit, he was slightly stunned, so he asked his subordinates to invite the two of them directly here, sat on the bridge railing and looked at the two of them with a smile, and asked, "What, why are you two in the mood to come to me today?" Did you let Lin Yan'er chase after her, and she had no place to come to me to take refuge? ”

Zhao Mocheng raised his eyebrows, blocked in front of Yun Xiaoshuang, and asked angrily: "What, you are still investigating my lady's whereabouts?" ”

"Look at your short-looking appearance, if I don't stare at it, can I know that your daughter-in-law is being targeted by Lin Yan'er?" Song Zhehao rolled his eyes.

Zhao Mocheng sneered: "But even if you knew about it, you didn't make a move." ”

"Then it wasn't your one who struck first?"

"So, what's the matter with you?"

"I ...... Zhao Mocheng, you don't know the hearts of good people! ”

"Good guys? Where. ”

The subordinates, who were standing by and listening to their imminent quarrel, looked at each other, lowered their heads and retreated. As long as you pretend you can't hear, there's nothing to do with them!

The two of them teased for a while, Yun Xiaoshuang yawned boredly listening to the side, Zhao Mocheng's voice stopped abruptly, and said, "I'm tired today, I'll visit another day." ”

Song Zhehao, who just thought about how to reply: ?

Is this a human business for these two to do? What is it that he is tired and resting, did the two of them come over to quarrel with him? Is this meal here just to stuff him with dog food?

Song Zhehao felt that he really had a good temper, otherwise let these two people have a good experience of what it means to be sinister!

He felt that this might be the end of the matter. After all, Zhao Mocheng can only be let go in front of him, and it is normal for him to come over and leave after a few sentences, and he is already used to it. Unexpectedly, he still underestimated the degree of cheekiness of these two people-

This Yun Xiaoshuang actually took two steps, and after whispering a few words to Zhao Mocheng, she asked the maid in the house to load some snacks and fruits for her to eat on the road.

Song Zhehao's mind was full of question marks, and the sentence "pretending to be your uncle" almost blurted out.

Where are they going? Southern Suburbs or Western Regions? Northland or Eastside? One or two thousand kilometers of road with dry food? It's only a stick of incense when you walk!

Song Zhehao watched his maid prepare "dry food" for them, and watched them leave, almost choking with anger.

Whose family is this stupid! Is it so obvious that the elbow is turned outward! Can't you see who the owner of the Eight Kings Mansion is!

The most infuriating thing is not this.

There was a kind of pastry in the dry food that the maid gave to Yun Xiaoshuang that he personally made and planned to give to Zhao Mocheng, but after Yun Xiaoshuang ate it, he frowned in front of him and muttered: "It's really unpalatable, I don't know who made it, tsk, the chef's license can be revoked." ”

Song Zhehao, who was about to lose his temper, choked in his throat again: What did this woman say?

Did he shut up the woman and eat his stuff? I dare to dislike it!

joke, ask how many people in this capital are crying and shouting to eat his eighth prince's things, this woman is still not satisfied with eating for free?

Fortunately, these two people came here and wandered around and left, otherwise Song Zhehao really felt that his palace upbringing for more than ten years could not resist the arrears of these two people, and he felt that he owed the world in his heart if he didn't kill one of the two of them.

The Eight Kings Mansion was furious, but outside the Eight Kings Mansion, it was joyful.

Out of the door of the Eight Princes' Mansion, Yun Xiaoshuang looked at the pastry in her hand and smiled from ear to ear.

The dim sum in her hand was reproduced, and the materials used were extremely similar to those of Zuixianlou, but there was a problem with the steps. Obviously, the person who made this pastry had eaten the pastry of Zuixianlou, but he didn't know the recipe, and he could only judge how the pastry was made by his excellent taste.

With such a powerful ability, Yun Xiaoshuang has only seen one: Zhejiang Xiaoba.

That is, today's eighth prince Song Zhehao.

After inference, the replica of the Drunken Immortal Mansion in her hand was made by Song Zhehao, the eighth prince, so the expression and words she made in the Eight Princes' Mansion were also intentional.

Before leaving, she secretly glanced at the reaction of the eighth prince Song Zhehao, and sure enough, when she saw his angry and crazy appearance, she couldn't help but be happy. Zhao Mocheng's dissatisfied gaze swept over her, and jealousy and jealousy grew wildly.

"Are you happy?"

"What?" Yun Xiaoshuang looked at the man next to him who was staring at him with squinted eyes.

From his body, Yun Xiaoshuang sensed the slightest danger.

Zhao Mocheng sneered and asked, "Do you want to make him happy?" Do you think that the eighth prince is really cute, and I want to tease him a little more. If you have the chance, you can tease it again, right? ”

Zhao Mocheng pressed forward step by step, frightening Yun Xiaoshuang's body in cold sweat. She subconsciously wanted to answer "no", but she felt that Zhao Mocheng's angry and jealous appearance at this time was too cute, her eyes gurgled, and she didn't know where the courage came from, her waist was straight, and she looked at him arrogantly and said, "That's right!" ”

"That's right?" The aura on Zhao Mocheng's body was even more dangerous, Yun Xiaoshuang felt that even the air around him was beginning to burn and burn, and his heart was as weak as the waves of the sea, "You dare!" ”

The cold cheer sounded in his ears, and then, the back of his head was suddenly pressed by a big palm, and the handsome face that belonged to Zhao Mocheng was pressed.

Sakura's lips were bitten, and Zhao Mocheng sucked recklessly and greedily. Soon, it was loosened again.

Yun Xiaoshuang opened her eyes in confusion and looked at Zhao Mocheng's eyes with a confused mist.

"If it weren't for the street, I'd have made you understand the cost of saying the wrong thing!" Zhao Mocheng's face was gloomy, and he tidied up his clothes, looking a little wrong.

Yun Xiaoshuang pursed her lips aggrievedly and whispered, "You also know that this is outside?" Everyone is secretly looking at us......" She reached out and gently pulled Zhao Mocheng's sleeve, and asked in a low voice, "Then I know it's wrong, it was all a joke just now, can you forgive me?" ”

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