The lobby on the first floor leads to the top of the second floor, which is hollow in between, and the second floor is nothing more than a fence that extends out. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Every time the poetry appreciation conference in Haoyue Xuan opens, the second floor is the place where the question is asked, and it is also the place where the answer is announced.

At this time, Lin Yumo's maidservant Qin'er was standing on the second floor by the railing.

"Miss Qin'er, are you serious about what you just said?"

"Could it be that you are deliberately deceiving me behind your back?"

"That's it...... I've been here for a while, but I've never heard of Miss Yumo having this idea! ”

“……”

In the hall, the literati who were holding wine glasses or folding fans looked up at the railing on the second floor with suspicion.

At a young age, Qin'er had ever faced such a scene, and immediately turned pale with fright.

"I ...... I...... My young lady said that as long as it ...... As long as...... You draw a "delicatessen" painting within three days, and she will select them one by one, and then choose the person she likes...... I can't lie about this, a little maidservant......"

Qin'er's two little hands were clenched tightly, her bones were pinched white, her pretty face was as red as blood, and she didn't dare to look directly at the gaze cast in the hall on the first floor.

After listening to Qin'er's defense, the lobby suddenly fell silent for a moment. But immediately afterward, another burst of discussion erupted.

“…… In this way, it is also credible! ”

"Yes, Brother Li, the look of the girl who looks at Qin'er doesn't seem to be a fake ......"

"Alright, I'll leave as soon as possible, and we'll meet here in three days!"

"It's just...... I don't know what kind of medicine is sold in this Miss Yumo's gourd...... You made me wait to draw the delicatessen...... This, this, this...... It's ridiculous, I'm a scholar, a good boy, how have I ever been to the kitchen? And how to paint it vividly? ”

In the lobby, the literati and scholars shook their heads one after another, and left each other.

At this time, the protagonist Lin Yumo was admiring the painting in front of him in the attic.

If Ning Xiaocheng was here, he would definitely be able to recognize it at a glance, isn't this crumpled paper his sketch?

It turned out that Lin Yumo's maid Qin'er went out to buy some things in the morning and passed by the market. Seeing that the sign was full of people, he probed his head to take a look.

At this glance, I saw a very realistic sketch drawn by Ning Xiaocheng, and when people were not paying attention, he tore off the advertisement and put it in his arms.

She knew that her young lady's favorite thing was to draw, so she was going to take it back and show it to her young lady.

But I didn't expect that after seeing this painting, the young lady would make such an amazing decision!

The virgin body that he had retained for nearly twenty years was so easily promised that as long as he found the painter who painted the painting, he was willing to give his body......

If Haoyuexuan's mother knows about this, then what's the point?

Haoyuexuan cultivated Lin Yumo like he is now, and naturally spent a lot of money and manpower, but he was promised so easily, it is estimated that there will be a sensation within Haoyuexuan.

Qin'er's little face was full of worry, and she had already begun to look for the medicine powder and cloth belt.

These things, when the young lady is injured by her mother, can be used!

……

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What happened here, Ning Xiaocheng naturally couldn't know. At this time, he had already fallen asleep.

In the Sanjin Courtyard, Chen Muqing's laughter will come out from time to time.

Today's income from wine money alone made Chen Muqing happy to close her mouth.

At this time, in her heart, she simply worshiped Ning Xiaocheng like a god.

Unexpectedly, I just happened to pass by the untouchable area, and the silly and stupid boy I met brought him such good luck.

According to this effort, it is estimated that in a few days, the ten taels of silver he spent on buying him will be earned back with interest!

Thinking of this, Chen Muqing secretly decided that she must keep the little orange by her side.

It's really not good, take his seriously ill mother over, and everyone can live together! There are a lot of empty rooms in the backyard anyway.

Since her father's death, for safety reasons, Muqing Restaurant has closed up its guests.

In the next two days, Muqing Restaurant was still full, and even more popular, and the guests were almost waiting in line to eat.

Of course, there are also many homeless people who are poor, but Chen Muqing still let everyone eat a full meal.

It's just that in the past few days, the cost of buying vegetables is quite a lot, and although I have earned some money for drinks, it is still a little difficult to make ends meet compared with the expenditure.

However, looking at the customers queuing up in the restaurant, Chen Muqing didn't have much worry.

In the past two days, Ning Xiaocheng and Master Wu have been tired.

In Ning Xiaocheng's words, he is as tired as a dog.

But Chen Muqing was smiling, her smile almost never disappeared in the past two days, and on her pink and tender face, her smile was like a flower, like a flower blooming in spring.

If someone laughs, then naturally someone will cry.

Compared with Muqing Restaurant, Deyu Restaurant can be described as a crowd in the past two days.

There is a restaurant next to it that eats for free, and the taste is not weaker than that of Deyu Restaurant, so why should the guests spend this unnecessary money.

At the door of Deyu Restaurant, Zhang Desheng had a gloomy face, his hands in his sleeves, his back bent slightly, and he stared coldly at the guests coming and going at the door of Muqing Restaurant.

Beside him, there was the shopkeeper with the same expression, with an indignant face, as if Muqing Restaurant was his enemy who killed his father.

Zhang Desheng is a fat man, with a felt hat, this year has passed the year of confusion, and he is rushing towards knowing the destiny of heaven.

Deyu Restaurant is a restaurant established by Zhang Desheng, this Zhang Desheng, treacherous, relying on the streets and alleys to walk the odds, developed to five years ago to own a restaurant, its ability is naturally there.

That is, since the completion of Deyu Restaurant, the business of Muqing Restaurant began to decline, and later after the death of Chen Muqing's father, Muqing Restaurant plummeted.

From a famous restaurant in Ningcheng to a restaurant that is now unable to make ends meet, there is also a lot of bitterness in the middle.

But Zhang Desheng did win, and his life was almost smooth, but in the past few days, his brows have been twisted, and he has never stretched.

"Little Er, can you investigate clearly? Chen Muqing's little girl, what the hell is going on! Why is their restaurant business so hot all of a sudden? Zhang Desheng said gloomily.

There was a hint of coldness in the eyes of the shopkeeper, and he saw him take out a crumpled piece of paper from his arms, hand it to Zhang Desheng, and then said: "Look at the shopkeeper, what kind of free promotion activities are they doing, for three days!" ”

"Hmph, they will be able to be popular for three days, and when it dawns tomorrow, they will have a sign of charging fees, how can there be any guests willing to eat?"

The shopkeeper glanced at the door of Muqing Restaurant, bowed respectfully to Zhang Desheng, and then said his analysis.