Hearing this, Yang Shuwen's face flashed with embarrassment, and he restrained himself from saluting Ying Zhichu, "Under Yang Shuwen, it is Miss Sikong's previous teacher. Dare to ask, what is your surname for this gentleman? ”

"Oh, it's a companion." Ying Zhichu pretended to be surprised and smiled, and looked at him dissatisfied, "I don't seem to know you well." ”

By implication, why should I tell you the name.

Yang Shuwen was not annoyed, bowed slightly, and asked Roushui instead: "Miss Roushui, I want to see your young lady." ”

Roushui glared at him angrily, and was about to open his mouth when Ying Zhichu stretched out his hand to stop him.

"This gentleman, do you have an appointment with Miss Sikong?"

Yang Shuwen shook his head slightly and explained: "The two of us didn't make an appointment, but we just asked for something, hoping that she would see the old love and see each other." ”

"The old love, heh~" Ying Zhi glanced at him at the beginning, and his words were contemptuous, "It's just that I've been teaching for a few days, and I can still teach a past love...... I don't know, did Mr. and the girl in Hualou also know each other by teaching? ”

"You! Rudeness - hum! Yang Shu asked the literati with a thin face, and a few words provoked him to blush, and he turned sideways and shook his sleeves with resentment.

"Who is rude, can you say that my husband is what you can say? Who do you think you are? A desperate poor scholar, if it weren't for my young lady to lift you, you would have starved to death in Jinjia City! But it's good for you, don't talk about hooking up with the girl in Qiushui Pavilion, and take that little bit of affection every day to ask my young lady for silver, hey, my young lady can't raise you, and you have to raise a girl for you?! It's funny!! ”

Roushui put the tray on the cool stone for a moment, and saw that Yang Shuwen was embarrassed, and the old hatred had long been pressed in his heart, so he took this opportunity to put his hands on his thin waist, and sprayed Yang Shuwen with saliva foam on his face.

Yang Shu asked him if he was just a scholar of Si Wen, where had he been humiliated like this, he trembled with anger, looked at the two of them with a pant, and only said hesitantly: "You, don't wronged me...... I'm not that kind of person! ”

"Who are you? It's just a chess piece in someone else's hand, and when Miss Qingzhi chooses an Oiran and wins the favor of dignitaries, Mr. Yang should also roll aside to cool off. Ying Zhichu's eyelids were slightly raised, and he sneered.

"You, how do you know Qingzhi?" Yang Shu asked inexplicably, he had a strange feeling when he saw this man, but now when he heard him mention Qingzhi, he was suspicious, how could he recognize Qingzhi?

"How do I know what it has to do with you? All I know is that I'm going to eat now, and if you know each other, you can go well, and if you don't, I don't mind kicking you away. Ying Weaving opened his mouth coldly.

Roushui opened her mouth and looked at Ying Zhichu's face with anger, secretly happy in her heart.

Yang Shuwen was entangled for a long time, and then looked at Ying Zhichu's face before leaving.

"Wow, sir, you are so fierce!" Roushui gave a thumbs up, and her eyes were full of admiration.

"Quick, bring me the food." Ying Zhichu rubbed his stomach and urged.

This toss made me hungry for another cup of tea.

"Got it." Roushui followed her with the tray.

Although the study room is a place to read, there is still a small table for special meals, which is convenient for drinking tea in the afternoon.

Ying Zhichu came back after wiping his hands and found that the small table was full of four or five dishes, with bright colors and attractive fragrances.

Roushui smiled and handed her a pair of chopsticks, and said excitedly: "Sir, try my craftsmanship." ”

She hummed softly, and put a piece of roasted eggplant in her mouth, which was soft and slightly spicy, fragrant and delicious.

"Soft water, good craftsmanship."

Roushui grinned twice, quietly staring at Ying Zhichu eating.

She holds chopsticks and follows etiquette, eats a lot, eats elegantly and dignifiedly, and does not look like a down-and-out scholar at all.

Roushui looked slightly distracted, her face was slightly red, and when she saw that the young man finished eating and drinking tea, she whispered: "Sir, what Yang Shu asked, you can't tell Miss, you don't say it, I won't say it, one day Miss will slowly figure it out." ”

She lifted the tea lid with her hand and paused slightly, and saw that the tea leaves were floating on the water, and it was impossible to hide it without the tea cover.

Even if it is deliberately concealed, it cannot change the fact of its existence.

Yang Shu asked Sikong Yao, love and hatred have been deeply planted, how can they stop in a few words.

If she can really let it go easily, how can she not hesitate to kneel and beg her to participate in some drunken lyrics and songs.

But looking at Roushui's firm and persistent little appearance, she couldn't speak, suppressed what she said, and said slowly: "Roushui, can your young lady make a promise for you?" ”

"Bang-" Roushui's hand shook slightly, and the porcelain plate collided with each other.

"I'm ......" Roushui lowered her head, snorting.

Ying Zhichu raised his eyebrows curiously, and subconsciously chuckled: "When you were also shy?" ”

Roushui twisted the hem of her skirt, looked at the man with a red face, and snorted softly, "Mr. is rude, how can you ...... How can you ask a girl such a question casually? ”

"I think you're a good girl, and you should be a good person." Ying Zhichu put down the teacup and explained lightly.

If today's incident hadn't happened, Sikong Yao would have been just a willful lady in her heart, but the moment she pressed the wheelchair mechanism today, Ying Zhichu was extremely disappointed.

Since the completion of the assassination of the Liang Mansion two years ago, the Fu Scorpion has disappeared from the rivers and lakes and has not been traced again. Mr. Mu of the Purple Moon Pavilion once said that this matter was related to the Sikong family, if it was really the Sikong family who was behind his back, it would make sense that the scorpion could get out safely.

And his identity was also discovered by Sikong Yao, and this transaction with her, whether it was a blessing or a curse, was finally a glimmer of life.

She is just an orphan girl, and she is not afraid of the scheming behind Sikong Yao.

But Roushui is just a simple girl, and it would be a good thing if she could leave her as soon as possible.

She frowned slightly, looked at the guqin on the piano platform, and thought in her heart that Yang Shuwen came here for this purpose, it must be to borrow the phoenix string qin.

But if there is a phoenix string qin, Sikong Yao should tell her that it is.

Qingzhi has a saying that is very right, no matter how good the song is, it can't compare to the famous piano in hand, but Sikong Yao didn't show it to her...... Isn't it?

Roushui looked at her with shyness in her eyes, her heart fluttering, and she was just about to say something when she saw the man get up.

"Roushui, I'll go first." Ying Zhichu patted her on the head, turned around and walked out.

"Hey, sir......" Roushui looked at the man's back and muttered softly, "What, half of the people will be gone." ”

Ying Zhichu didn't pay attention to her complaints, she suddenly thought of a good idea, get the phoenix string qin, if you have this qin, you will be able to win.

She gently held her forehead and sighed: "There are still five days before the drunken lyrics Qu Yan, if I have to practice that white first covenant more than a hundred times in these five days, I will have to die of depression, woo woo woo." ”

Qingzhi, this girl, although the path is not right, used Yang Shuwen's affection for her to deceive Fengxianqin.

But this idea is excellent, it's hard for this girl to come up with such a good idea, but she doesn't know that the bamboo basket is empty, Sikong's family doesn't have the treasures she wants, and her affection for Yang Shuwen is a play after all.

Ying Zhichu bit his lip and thought, Fengxianqin, Qi Liangzheng.

How, can I get it?