Song Mansion Study

Song Jue raised his head, saw the person coming, and said with a smile: "I was thinking about Madame, and Madame came." Is this the spirit of the heart? ”

"Less poor, I said I was coming yesterday."

"Madame, what else is she going to do when she comes here today besides wanting to see me?"

"It's about the Moonweaver." Zhao Po looked around at the wooden chair in the study, and reluctantly picked a table close to the table to sit down.

At this time, Song Jue came over with a cushion, a blanket and a hand stove.

Zhao Po took it and asked curiously and a little shyly, "How do you know that I am ...... today?" Come ......"

"Have you forgotten that I still have a spy in the Zhao Mansion?" Song Jue said with a smile.

Zhao Jin, a stinky girl, is too easy to be bought.

Zhao Po secretly sneered.

"Get down to business. I plan to hold a spring new product launch for Weaving Moon Fang on the spring equinox. There should be a lot of beautiful and well-figured girls in your Chunlailou and Red-Sleeved Pavilion, right? I want to ask them to be models. ”

"Models?"

"It's the one who wears clothes and walks the catwalk."

"Catwalk?"

"It's just wearing nice clothes and walking around nice places."

Song Jue nodded, indicating that he understood. "Tomorrow, you can go to Chunlai Building and Red Sleeve Pavilion to pick. If they were training or rehearsals, they would be empty in the morning. ”

"By the way, what does Baili Ye's sound collection building have to do with you?"

"Half of it is mine." Song Jue took a sip of tea and replied.

Zhao Po looked at him in surprise, and the latter explained: "The design, singing and dancing, and dancing girls of Caiyin Building are all arranged by me, the start-up capital is mine, and I also have my help in publicity, but now Baili Ye is running it, and I only know the relationship between Caiyin Building and Bai Li Ye outside." ”

Zhao Po teased: "Caiyinlou is such a big piece of fat, you don't want to hold it in your hands." ”

Song Jue smiled and replied, "Caiyin Building was my gift before I gave Baili Ye a bundle of hair. ”

Although he made a lot of money, Zhao Po was still sour.

I also want to receive a million-dollar fifteenth birthday gift!

Song Jue looked at Zhao Po's lemon essence's expression, smiled, and comforted: "Madame, don't worry, your dowry is worth more than a dozen sound collection buildings." ”

Zhao Po nodded contentedly: "I plan to hold a show in Caiyin Building, and there will be accompaniment." A month before the spring equinox, I bother you to send an invitation letter to the cabinet ministers, asking them to bring their wives and children to the show. I'll arrange a more secluded seat for the women who haven't left the court. ”

"No problem."

After talking about business, Zhao Po felt a little more relaxed. She pulled over the small stool beside her, lifted her feet, pulled the blanket closer, and asked casually, "How's the progress of the eldest princess?" ”

"It's ok. I talked to the prince, and then let the prince convince Su Zijin. ”

Zhao Pole said: "You are smart. ”

Song Jue shrugged helplessly: "No way, it's too dangerous to talk to Su Zijin about this kind of thing." ”

The study was filled with joyful air when there was a sudden knock at the door.

Last time, the maid came in with a hot soup.

When she saw Zhao Po in such a casual and chic posture, a complex look of envy, surprise, and disdain flashed in her eyes.

But she immediately straightened her expression and walked over with a smile on her face.

When she walked to Zhao Po's lap, she suddenly let out an "ah" and fell to the ground heavily, and the hot soup spilled on her arm.

Seeing the wonderful performance in front of him, Zhao Po raised his eyebrows, pinched up a piece of flower cake, picked up a cup of hot tea, and comfortably leaned on the back of the chair to prepare to watch the play.

"What's wrong?"

The table blocked the view, and what was happening could not be seen from Song Jue's direction.

Zhao Po was eating and drinking, so naturally he couldn't speak, and he was pitiful in the early summer, sobbing and saying, "Don't blame Miss Zhao, it's the slave who walks inappropriately and doesn't pay attention to Miss Zhao's feet...... Please forgive me. ”

After speaking, Chu Xia trembled and knelt down, then raised his hand exaggeratedly, put his hand on the ground, and kowtowed to Song Jue.

Zhao Po watched with interest.

In early summer, his hands were raised very high, revealing the burns on his arms.

Song Jue frowned and glanced at Zhao Po.

Zhao Po shrugged and continued to eat and drink.

There was silence in the room.

In early summer, he buried his face deeply to hide the smile at the corner of his mouth.

Song Jue saw that Zhao Po didn't speak for a long time, so he called Wei Feng in.

When Wei Feng came in, he was obviously stunned when he saw the scene in front of him, and looked at Song Jue at a loss.

Song Jue said: "Take the maid down." ”

Hearing this, Chu Xia raised her head in shock.

Wei Feng came over to pull Chu Xia up, and accidentally touched the place where Chu Xia was burned.

Early summer screamed softly.

Wei Feng looked up at Song Jue, who looked back at Wei Feng with a three-point smile as usual.

The old fox-like eyes made Wei Feng dare not delay, and he dragged the early summer out without pity.

After the two left, Song Jue said very aggrievedly: "Madam, why aren't you in a hurry at all!" ”

Zhao Po slapped off the pastry crumbs on his hands, put his legs down from the stool, leaned over the desk, stretched out his arm to grab Song Jue's head to his side, and left a kiss on his forehead. Say, "Know you're not that stupid." ”

Song Jue's heart was full of flowers and fireworks, and he seemed to have traveled to modern times and heard the music of Bundi; It was as if I had traveled to ancient times and seen a wild man running.

Song Jue showed a simple smile: "Thank you, Madame, for the reward." I'll send it out of the Song Mansion in early summer. ”

"Didn't you say she took care of your father for a while? Wouldn't it be inappropriate to just send her out? ”

"I believe that my father will not want to hinder his son's marriage. I will order someone to give early summer a large sum of money, enough for her to live in peace for the rest of her life. ”

"You can think through it."

"Thank you, Madame, for the compliment. Can you give a reward by the way? ”

“…… Get lost. ”

After chatting with Song Jue for a while, Zhao Po saw that the sky was dark, and then said goodbye and went home.

When he walked to a small bamboo forest outside the study with Shuang'er, Zhao Po saw a somewhat familiar back.

She walked in and saw that this person was actually early summer.

Chu Xia still had tears on her face, and when she saw Zhao Po, she said viciously: "Childe drove me out of the house." You're satisfied, aren't you? ”

Shuang'er sneered: "You are also worthy of our young lady's shot?" ”

Zhao Po said angrily: "Shuang'er, not all of them can tell the truth. ”

In the early summer, she was dumbfounded by the singing and harmony of the master and servant, she glared at Zhao Po angrily, the more she thought about it, the more angry she became, and she raised her hand to slap Zhao Po.

Shuang'er's eyes quickly blocked Chu Xia's arm, and Chu Xia gasped in pain.

Zhao Po hurriedly asked Shuang'er to let go, and said a little apologetically: "I'm sorry." ”

Hatsu retracted her arm and pursed her lips without speaking.

Zhao Po was amused by her stubborn appearance: "Why do you like Song Jue so much?" If you leave the Song Mansion, you can get a lot of money. ”

"Childe is as gentle as jade and knowledgeable, why don't I like him?"

Gentle as jade, knowledgeable?

Zhao Po thought of the coquettish person in the study just now......

She looked at the early summer, the poor child, who was deceived by Song Jue's appearance.

"You don't have to go outside. I'll talk to Song Jue, you don't have to go. ”

Chu Xia looked at Zhao Po violently, frightened, joyful, angry, confused, and his eyes were complicated.

Zhao Po didn't expect her to thank herself, so she took Shuang'er away.

"Wait!" Chu Xia shouted, and she asked unrelentingly, "Aren't you afraid of losing your son at all?" ”

"I'm afraid." Zhao Po stopped, turned around slightly, and said with a smile: "But he is more afraid of losing me." ”