"After you bring someone here, I will ask someone to arrange a separate courtyard for you. I'll go to your yard after I've picked the last one. If you don't come on time, I'll assume that you don't want to do my business, and I won't force it. ”

She arranged it clearly, and she also took into account every Chinese person, and the most important thing is that she showed her strength, and everyone naturally had no opinion, and they all said that they would definitely arrive tomorrow.

Zhao Ruxi served tea to the guests.

After the people left, she got up and went to the Kangjia Painting Institute next door, found Wu Zong, and told him about it.

Wu Zong called people over, it was nothing more than Zhang Luo Zhang Luo for his little junior sister, he didn't expect her to do such a big deal at all, and he was shocked.

"What are you doing buying so many houses and subordinates? Does your family know? He asked.

Zhao Ruxi smiled humbly: "I haven't had time to tell my family yet." But I do it for my own reasons. Even if they object, I'm going to do it. ”

She is used to being free in modern times. In ancient times, although she had a family and parents, she was unwilling to let her family and parents become her shackles.

Seeing her say this, Wu Zong couldn't blame anything, so he thought for a while and said, "Do you need my help?" If you need to, I'll go with you tomorrow at noon to pick someone. Wang Guangyao of Bac Ninh is also a very visionary. If you feel the need, I'll ask him to come with you. ”

"That's great. I'm about to ask my brother for help. You have been in Dali Temple for many years, and you have seen more people than I have eaten rice, so I can rest assured that you can help me palm. I'm afraid of delaying your business. ”

Wu Zongyi waved his hand: "I asked the yamen for leave, and I paint here in the afternoon, nothing else." ”

"Then it's bothering Senior Brother. If Uncle Wang is fine, I will bother him to come and help me palm my eyes. Zhao Ruxi was very happy.

She is a designer in modern times, and she really doesn't have much experience in how to pick people. If Wu Zong is not available, she also plans to ask Shopkeeper Wang to help Zhangyan. Now that there is an old-fashioned person like Wu Zong, and Wang Guangyao, a household official in Beining, there is no need to trouble the shopkeeper Wang.

After saying this, Zhao Ruxi remembered that he was going to a banquet for a while, and asked Wu Zongdao again: "Senior brother, the birthday of the old princess of Zhennan Palace, are you going to the banquet with the master?" ”

Wu Zong shook his head: "His family is a military general, and he is not a person from us all the way, so he didn't invite us." ”

Remembering that Suiping Bofu was also a military general, he asked, "Invited you?" ”

"It's not like inviting our family. No one in our family is serving in the court now, and these families have long since stopped inviting my family. Princess Zhennan gave me four invitations because I had a good relationship with Master Xiao, and I went to visit her last time, so the princess gave me invitations. ”

"Oh." Wu Zong waved his hand absently: "Then you can go." ”

"Since you're going to the feast, let's go early, you don't have to stay here." As he spoke, his eyes wandered around the courtyard to find Cen Song, and he turned his head and ordered a subordinate standing next to him, "Go, call Cen Song to me." ”

The subordinate left in response, and brought Cen Song back after a while.

Wu Zong said to him: "You are going to the Zhennan Palace's mansion for a banquet in a while, right?" Protect your little master. ”

What the hell is Little Master? What about those who say that they don't have a name?

Cen Song complained in his heart, but he agreed very obediently on his face, and smiled at Zhao Ruxi: "When will the little master go?" I'll go in with you when the time comes. ”

Not only Cen Song, but Zhao Ruxi was also uncomfortable when he heard this title.

She waved her hand and said, "Don't call me little master, how can I sound like a little nun who is a monk?" It's better to call me Zhiwei Jushi, or call me Miss Zhao. Little Master or something, I really can't afford it. ”

Saying this, Wu Zong and Cen Song also laughed. Cen Song's affection for Zhao Ruxi has greatly increased.

Cen Song is the youngest son of Cen Guifei's brother, seventeen years old this year, and he happens to be Xiao Lingpu's cousin and Xiao Lingyan's cousin. He is also related to Wu Zong. Wu Zong's wife was Cen Song's cousin.

Because he likes to paint, and Wu Zong is this relationship, when he heard that as long as he pays money, he can come to learn painting, there is no master and apprentice status, and there is no need to perform a teacher's ceremony, so he asked Wu Zong to enter this painting training class.

He is also a noble son, and he wants to be faced. Now let him call the fourteen-year-old Zhao Ruxi "master" and still perform the teacher ceremony in front of her, he really can't give up this face.

"You don't have to be with me. I went with my family. You are yourself. Zhao Ruxi said.

She taught these people to draw, and they had no mentorship with each other. Take their money and just teach them. Especially someone like Cen Song, who is about the same age as her and has a close relationship with the royal family, she doesn't want to have too much to do with it.

Cen Song was not reluctant, and seeing that Wu Zong had nothing to say, he said politely and went away.

"Thank you, brother." Zhao Ruxi was very grateful to Wu Zong for his kindness.

Wu Zong didn't care, waved his hand, and concentrated on painting his own painting again.

Zhao Ruxi didn't leave until Cen Song left, then left the painting academy, went to the courtyard next door, changed the clothes and jewelry brought by Qingfeng, boarded the car and returned to Beijing, and went straight to Zhennan Wangfu.

In fact, for her, it doesn't matter if she changes new clothes or not. But Suiping Bofu has not participated in this kind of top-level banquet for too long, and the Zhu family is afraid of being looked down upon, and the joke Suiping Bofu is so depressed that he can't even afford to give his daughter new clothes. In order to be decent in the house, Zhao Ruxi also dressed up according to her requirements.

When he arrived at the Zhennan Palace, Zhao Ruxi handed over the invitation, and the maid sitting on the side immediately stood up, ran over and saluted Zhao Ruxi and said, "Miss Zhao, my young lady specially asked the slave maid to wait for you here, and you came and let the slave maid lead you to her." ”

Zhao Ruxi recognized that this was Xiao Ruotong's personal maid Xiaoru, and said in surprise: "Is the master here today?" That's great. ”

"Yes. The young lady is back. The sister-in-law said.

After Zhao Ruxi finished speaking, he felt that his words were nonsense. On the birthday of the old princess of Zhennan Palace, Xiao Ruotong, as her granddaughter, must have to attend this banquet.

"I'll go to pay homage to the old princess first, and then I'll go to see the master." She said.

Xiaoru nodded: "It should be so." The slave leads you through. The old lady and lady of Suiping Bofu are here, maybe they are still talking to the princess now. ”

"There is labor."

Zhao Ruxi led Qingfeng and followed Xiaoru in, and met many people standing on the side of the road under the corridor and chatting along the way.

Xiao Ru is a first-class lady beside Xiao Ruotong, who has been waiting by Xiao Ruotong's side for five or six years, and many ladies and ladies in the house recognize her.

At this time, seeing her come in with a girl with a face, a lady smiled at Zhao Ruxi, and then asked her: "Miss Xiaoru, this is ......"

"This is Miss Zhao Wu from Suiping Bo Mansion. She is a high-ranking disciple of Mr. Deadwood, a good friend of our county lord. The princess also valued her very much. The princess specially posted today to invite the old lady, lady and five girls in their house to come over. "It's as small as a road.