Under Li Yuanwai's coercion and temptation, Li Wenzhuang finally agreed to him to find an opportunity to beg the mountain man on the left bank to see if he could get a calligraphy and painting from her, even if it was a calligraphy with only a few characters.

Zhao Feiyan came to Chu Nian's room as usual, and as soon as she entered the room, she saw a freshly painted painting on the table. She stepped forward to take a closer look and found that it was a solitary chrysanthemum.

Although she doesn't know much about painting, at first glance at this painting, she still feels the cold and lonely meaning revealed in the painting, and she can't help but smack her lips and say, "Sister, the artistic conception of your painting has been revealed through the paper." ”

Chu Nian smiled and said, "Do you like it?" I'm good for you. ”

Zhao Feiyan hurriedly waved her hand and said: "Don't, the calligraphy and paintings of the people on the left bank are hard to find now, I don't dare to accept such a big gift." ”

Chu Nian sneered: "How can it be so high as you say?!" ”

Zhao Feiyan took out the snacks she brought and sat down at the table, and said, "Sister, have you noticed that there have always been some inexplicable guests in our Cuihong Mansion recently?" ”

Chu Nian: "What do you want them to do?" ”

Zhao Feiyan: "They don't say it, but I think most of them want to come to see the true face of the mountain people on the left bank." ”

Chu Nian laughed sarcastically: "If they knew that the mountain man on the left bank was me, a female prostitute, what would happen?" ”

Zhao Feiyan raised her eyebrows and said, "What's wrong with the prostitute?" Female prostitutes also have a talent that they can't compare with a group of big men who have read poetry and books since they were young, and their sisters don't need to be self-deprecating. ”

Chu Nian looked at her and laughed: This kind of heroine still makes Chu Nian like it more.

Zhao Feiyan said excitedly: "Sister, now that the spring is just right, why don't we go on an outing one day, with the benefits we create for Cuihong Mansion, it is estimated that Mama will not mind giving us a day off." ”

Chu Nian said: "Okay! ”

This time, she did not invite Zhao Feiyan to meet in the suburbs like the original owner, but successfully accosted Zhao Feiyan in the Cuihong Mansion and established a friendship with her. But counting the time, it is almost the day when Tong Nian was arrested by Yang Jie in the suburbs.

It's just that this time, because of Chu Nian's momentum, Zhao Feiyan and the people of the Left Bank Mountain have become famous in a short period of time, not Zhao Feiyan is the only one, and Yang Jie's interest in Zhao Feiyan may not be as great as when the original owner was there.

Of course, this is just Chu Nian's conjecture.

When the scheduled outing day came, Zhao Feiyan was actually blocked in her own room early in the morning by that Liu Gongzi. However, since it was an outing together, Zhao Feiyan couldn't go out, and of course Chu Nian wouldn't go.

However, Zhao Feiyan is a girl from a modern city, and her playfulness is still relatively heavy, although Liu Gongzi wants to keep her in Cuihong Mansion, but in view of the fact that Zhao Feiyan and Chu Nian have attracted a large number of rich aristocrats and literati to Cuihong Mansion recently, Mama has a little more love for her than before.

With the help of Mama, Zhao Feiyan successfully escaped and took Chu Nian to an outing.

Chu Nian deliberately brought a few kneeling slaves and servants.

Sure enough, not long after leaving the city, their carriage was stopped by a group of people.

That Yang Jie is the nephew of the Queen Mother, and the Li family was hand-picked by the Queen Mother to Yang Jie, and he is very liked by the Queen Mother, so Yang Jie is usually a bit of an insider, and he is very well managed, and he does not dare to go to a place like Cuihong Mansion.

But he is an authentic color blank, otherwise he would not have thought of robbing people because he heard about Zhao Feiyan's good name.

Yahuan Xiaotao had seen Yang Jie on the street with a group of maids from the Cuihong Mansion, so she knew him, and she hurriedly told the two girls that this was a master who couldn't be provoked.

Chu Nian said: "What can't you provoke? We don't recognize him. But seeing his fine skin and tender meat, he has a bit of hue among men, and now he dares to surround and stop our car, it is better for us to catch him and give it to Mama to make a sudden (rabbit), maybe we can still have more head cards in Cuihong Mansion from now on! ”

Xiao Tao's frightened face was pale, and he was about to elaborate on the identity of this fine-skinned and tender-fleshed son, Chu Nian had already given an order, and a group of kneeling slaves fought with Yang Jie's family.

Xiao Tao grabbed her own girl Zhao Feiyan and explained Yang Jie's identity in detail in her ear.

But Zhao Feiyan's courage was no less than Chu Nian, and she pretended not to hear it after hearing it, and still shouted loudly: "Xiao Tao, what did you say?" It's so messy, I didn't hear clearly! Oh, don't say it, let's not rob people, can we let them rob us, the horizontal and vertical is to see who has more people and whose people can fight! So......" she shouted to the kneeling slaves who were fighting, "you fight me hard, if you catch this sudden child and go back, Mama will be rewarded!" ”

When Yang Jie heard that Zhao Feiyan had directly called him "Tu'er", his angry face turned blue and white for a while. He never expected that these lowly billets would bring people by themselves, and before they could say half a word, they would call people to do it first, and they were really bold, did they think that there was no need to talk about the king's law in this capital realm?

If he let Chu Nian and Zhao Feiyan know about this idea, he would have to hehe: What are you bringing people here for? This is a double standard for talking about the king's law!

Chu Nian pointed at Yang Jie, who had a gloomy look on his face, and shouted: "Capture the thief and capture the king first, just that protrusion, you surround him first, if you dare to disobey, beat him first, go quickly!" If his men dare to do it again, they will slash this guy in the face first! ”

Immediately, several kneeling slaves went to besiege Yang Jie.

Yang Jie saw that these people broke free from their family and came directly towards him, he was scared enough, not to mention whether he would be caught as a sudden (rabbit), just saying that the woman said that she would cut a knife in his face made him unbearable.

He turned and fled, regretting it! He knew that these untouchables were so rampant, and when he came, he brought some guards with martial arts, he was thinking that the matter of robbing famous prostitutes would not be honorable after all, or it was better to bring a trustworthy cronies, those guards were only loyal to the emperor, and he could only borrow them temporarily, in case he told the emperor about it, he was worried that there would be trouble.

Unexpectedly, this cheap prostitute still has several subordinates, and these subordinates can beat him better than his family.

He didn't want to think about it, which of these kneeling slaves was good, and he didn't help his grandmother "buy and sell people" before. Besides, how complicated the people who come in and out of the Cuihong Mansion are, even if these kneeling slaves are not particularly skilled in martial arts, they usually fight like eating, and they are ruthless!

Compared with these kneeling slaves, his family can usually be said to be pampered in the house, and it is strange that he can beat others.

Yang Jie fled.

Chu Nian and Zhao Feiyan both knew his true identity, and they didn't dare to really make people stalk, so they had to arrest him and take him to Cuihong Mansion. If you really want to get caught, this Yang Jie will be a hot potato.

Therefore, seeing that Yang Jie had fled, and his people followed him away, the two girls called the kneeling slave who was about to catch up, and returned to Cuihong Mansion.