Qin Ci saw that Qianwan was guarding against him, as if he was afraid to hear him say that he wanted to eat together.

The dignified brocade clothes and guards are dressed in high-quality silk and satin, and they are also exclusively customized by the Ministry of Internal Affairs, representing the royal face, and they obey a handsome word to outsiders.

The dish in front of me is for a few plates of home cooking, and there is no shelf.

Qin Ci shook his head amusedly, "I've already used noon." ”

Qianwan calmly put down the plate, raised her chin slightly to signal him to sit down, and asked coldly, "Something?" ”

"Didn't you ask me to find the true works of the prince last time?"

Qin Ci lifted the hem of his clothes, dusted off the folds on his robe, sat down opposite him, took out a piece of paper and put it on the table, and said with a smile, "This shop happens to have it, and the day before yesterday, I asked the little maid to bring it, I saw it." ”

"But...... The owner of this shop said that he wanted to meet the person who received it, and he made an appointment for three o'clock today, and you had to go there too. ”

Qianwan frowned slightly, almost forgetting this stubble.

No wonder Mrs. Qi asked Zhiqin to remind her to return home when she was free.

After all, it's almost the birthday of the old Qi Ge, and the old man doesn't have jade, so he likes these calligraphy, paintings, poems, or something, and often tastes them so much that he forgets to sleep and eat.

She was really not interested in the things they were fiddling with in the literati circle.

It's not that I have been forced to listen to the old man and his protégé talk about the famous painting Mobao, and finally fall asleep on the chair.

I almost didn't make the old man half angry.

A casually painted painting can be compared to a daughter, and how many times have you called friends to come to the door to appreciate it?

That aunt and grandmother mass-produced some paintings, and after thousands of years, wouldn't they be able to become a generation of painting saints.

Moon Lao: Ahem...... Painting may not work, but if it is properly preserved, it may become an antique.

Simply her appreciation level is limited, so she has to ask Qin Hanlin to help find it.

"Okay."

Qianwan picked up the letter and glanced at it twice, and readily agreed.

Then he patted Qin Ci's shoulder and thanked him perfunctorily, "Come back and invite you to drink." ”

Qin Ci turned over the teacup, poured a cup of tea, and glanced at him helplessly, "There's an errand up there?" ”

"Hmm."

"How many days will you be back?"

Qianwan clamped a chopstick, "Four or five days." ”

Qin Ci was silent for a long time, took a sip of tea, and his voice was a little clearer, "Five days later, I will wait for you in Wufu Building." ”

Qianwan lightly hooked the corners of her lips, "Yes." ”

Tut.

A literati is a literati, and every word has to be turned.

"By the way, do you have a sample paperwork?" Qianwan took the last bite of the dish and put it in her mouth, spread out her left hand, and didn't feel embarrassed about it at all, "Borrow it for reference." ”

Qin Ci: ......

……

Shenshi, the outskirts of the city.

Qianwan changed into her regular clothes and walked on the dirt road in the suburbs.

The weeping willows on both sides of the river are dyed with a deep autumn color, and they are covered with red silk veil, swaying slightly in the cool evening breeze.

Inexplicably, it added a bit of restraint to the twilight sky.

Qianwan frowned, "Are you sure you're here?" ”

Qin Ci held the folding fan, and when he heard the words, he turned his head to look at him, and his cyan clothes blended with the blue willow scenery beside him.

"Between the smoke and rain, this is it."

Okay, literati.

Qianwan suspiciously followed him onto a flower boat by the river.

Unlike the red sleeve moves, which are full of a strong rouge fragrance, it looks much fresher and more refined in the smoke and rain.

On a flower boat, there were only two female singers, dressed in lotus pink robes, and one sat in the bow of the boat, and the sound of the piano came from behind the beaded curtain.

There is also a tea sitting in the boat, with meek eyes down.

Qianwan casually found a group book and sat down, and the female singer leaned over, poured a cup of tea softly, and handed it to his lips.

"Childe, this tea is called to dye the snow, do you like it?"

Qianwan smelled the smell of tea, raised her eyebrows and chuckled.

Okay, it's Tieguanyin.

When I put the tea on the low table, I heard the music stop suddenly, and someone came in with a curtain, staring at him with burning eyes, "...... of the water"

The man in pink clothes walked over, grabbed the woman away, and sat down next to Qianwan.

Affectionately called Qi Qianwan's words, and blinked her eyes shyly, "Zhuozhi, the song I played for you just now is good?" ”

Qianwan leaned back, avoiding the man's approach.

Then he narrowed his eyes coldly and looked at Qin Ci.

Receiving the cold and stunning gaze, and knowing that he was annoyed, Qin Ci coughed slightly and knocked on the table with a folding fan.

"Dude, that's not good."