The red lanterns are hung high, and the sound of firecrackers seems to have not stopped.

Drinking a pot of stomach-warming soju, the old man of Mingfangmen wrapped his coat and poured a cup of tea for the Qingli girl who was still wearing a single coat with a smile on his face.

"I don't know what Miss Qingtang is here this time, what is the so-called matter?" his eyes and eyebrows were squeezed together, looking a little happy.

The girl in front of her is a maid.

Although she is a maid, it is true that the third lady of the Ye family in the capital, the eldest maid of the Qingyu Academy, Ye Qinzhu, walks outside, and is almost the same as half a young lady.

Looking at the cold face she was holding again, it seemed that she really regarded herself as a young lady.

"I want to be with you personally. Qingtang didn't have the affection of the old man in charge, "If you need to make a point, you can make a number, and I want to take people away now." ”

It was the first time for the old man to see such a straightforward person, and his heart couldn't help but skip a beat. I didn't want to talk to her much at the moment, so I cut into a formal conversation.

"I don't know who Miss Qingtang wants?"

Previously, they did act in a play in Yefu, and they did not perform well.

If it was the third lady of the Ye family who took a fancy to which handsome student under her name, it would be reasonable.

"Zhong Ying. Qingtang hooked her fingers, and several silver tickets appeared in her hands.

"He's not a slave, but after all, we're asking for someone from you. We can afford to give what should be given. ”

The old man of the class, who had never seen so much money, was stunned.

Although Zhong Ying has some pen and ink and can write scripts and rehearse plays, after all, the drama troupe does not rely on writing books to eat.

Although the old man appreciates him, he can't keep this useless person all the time, right?

His smile was even brighter, he took the silver ticket flatteringly, and said to the cold-faced aunt with a smile: "Since the third miss of the Ye family is so sincere, as long as Zhong Ying agrees, the old man will never stop him." ”

The corners of Qingtang's mouth crossed an imperceptible arc, and the girl put down the stack of papers, reflexively walked out of the door, and came to Zhong Ying's room.

So, when Zhong Ying returned to the house, she happened to see the girl with a beautiful face and an extremely rare expression on her face.

"Girl?" he subconsciously took a step back, looked around to make sure that no one was outside, and immediately clasped his hands into fists and bowed respectfully.

"I don't know the girl's name, what are you doing here?"

Before he finished speaking, he felt a flower in front of him, and the beautiful and cold-faced girl flashed in front of Zhong Ying in a blink of an eye, grabbed it, and grabbed Zhong Ying's arm.

"I asked the old man for you, from now on, you are not a member of this troupe. She pulled the man and shook her hand, "I'll give you a moment, sort out your luggage, and come with me." ”

"Let's go?" was forced to buy and sell by Qingtang, Zhong Ying was really startled, and asked rhetorically, "Where to go?"

"Miss Ye San. ”

Ye San...... Miss?

Miss Ye San?

Ye Qinzhu, the third lady of the Qing Dynasty, sat at the stone table outside the courtyard of the Qingyu Courtyard, with a vase on the table and several red plums inserted on the table.

The spirit master didn't need any thick clothes, but Miss Ye San seemed to have a special taste, so she specially put on a jacket, as if others didn't know that she was afraid of the cold.

"Qingtang, take it with care!"

Qingtang, who was shouted, stiffened his arms, and when he was released, he loosely carried the frightened Zhong Ying and gently placed it on the ground.

Ye Qinzhu teased the plum blossoms that lowered the branches, turned around with a smile, and faced the man who was mentioned to the Qingyu Courtyard.

Miss Ye San was dressed like a small jasper, but her style of acting was contrary to the word gentleness, Zhong Ying peeked at the red face and black face of Qingyu Courtyard except for him, and only felt tired.

"Young Master Zhong, what kind of person do you think I am?" The smile on Ye Qinzhu's face did not decrease by half, and suddenly threw out a question.

"I don't know much about Miss Ye San, how can I interpret it?" Zhong Ying lowered her head and didn't look at the smiling beauty.

Ye Qinzhu hooked his lips and continued to ask with a smile.

"Zhong Gongzi doesn't think I'm extravagant, as soon as Gongzi entered the Ye Mansion, I started your idea?"

Although the man in front of him is not as beautiful as the priest, it is difficult to control himself, but he can be regarded as beautiful.

If Ye Qinzhu threatened to fall in love with him and wanted to accept him as a face, it is estimated that some people would believe it.

Hearing Ye Qinzhu's question, Zhong Ying became frank and straightened up to answer.

"Although the third lady's maid is quite a bit of a situation of robbing the people, I can be sure that the letter is by no means from the third lady. ”

"How can you see it?" Ye Qinzhu nodded appreciatively and changed his sitting posture.

"Recruiting people into the mansion is an unbearable thing, even the most free and easy spirit master will be afraid of three points, not to mention that the third lady has a more special identity. ”

Zhong Ying spread out her hand and replied slowly.

"I don't think the third miss is stupid, so if it's really the third miss, you will definitely arrange for someone with better skills around you to come to me, at least ......"

His eyes flashed, and he met Qingtang's eyes.

"It's the girl next to you, who doesn't talk much. ”

"Her name is Qingtang, I don't know much about these red tapes, if I do anything to you, please bear with me. Quickly catching the embarrassment in Zhong Ying's eyes, Ye Qinzhu beckoned to Qingtang, "Qingtang, don't apologize quickly." ”

Qingtang was neat, bowed to the end, and sincerely expressed his apologies to Zhong Ying for not asking for himself.

This bow, but Zhong Ying was taken aback, and hurriedly stretched out her hand to support Qingtang.

"Girl, you don't have to be so polite. ”

"If you want to evaluate Miss Three, then according to my opinion, Miss Three must be as her name suggests, with a tendency to rather bend than bend, and a form of self-sufficiency. Zhong Ying bent down slightly and continued.

"People are like their names?" Ye Qinzhu raised his voice slightly, holding his head and looking at Zhong Ying.

Once upon a time, Ye Qinzhu said to Zhong Ying: "Zhong Gongzi must know that bamboo has no heart, so you say, my name is Ye Qinzhu, is it also heartless?"

Those flying eyes blocked Zhong Ying's unspoken words in his throat.

Before coming to Qingyu Courtyard, Zhong Ying guessed who this Miss Ye San, who was forced to buy and sell, was sacred.

Zhong Ying thought that it was very likely that she was a domineering and unreasonable woman, who was only allowed to set fire to herself and not allow the people to light the lamp.

But when Zhong Ying really communicated with Ye Qinzhu, she was surprised to find that this person seemed to be different from what she thought.

"Naturally not. Zhong Ying shook her head.

Ye Qinzhu clapped his palms together and smiled.

"Young Master Zhong, how about I make a deal with you?" Ye Qinzhu stretched out a finger and shook it in front of Zhong Ying.

Zhong Ying's face was a little curious, Ye Qinzhu leaned over slightly, and said: "I want to learn drama, I lack a teacher, the son is from the pear orchard, you might as well be my teacher and teach me to sing and sigh." ”

Mingfangmen is popular in the capital, which has really brought a wave of opera frenzy to the capital that has been silent for many years.

In addition, there are always a few girls who contribute to the troubles, and they say yes when they meet people, and for a while, every family wants to invite a troupe to their homes to catch up with the trend.

But there are only a few troupes, and you can't invite anyone else after you finish pleasing them.

In addition, Qi Qiaochu had to write letters to Yang Qinghan every day, and he couldn't find time, so he sent maids for several days in a row, but they all returned empty-handed.