It was just past noon, and the sky outside was just right, but it was not so hot that people couldn't stand it. The gate of the pear garden is open, and many people who love to listen to operas on weekdays have poured in, and after a while, the lobby on the first floor of the pear garden is full.

The positions of Su Jingye and Zhao Ming are only conspicuous at the first glance when they come down the stairs here, but they do not hinder others from watching the play.

Due to the large number of people, the lobby soon became noisy, and the sounds of selling, chatting and even quarrels were stacked one after another, like waves, drilling into the ears one by one.

There were quite a few young boys with trays hanging from one table to another, and they were rarely stopped by a few interested people, who picked out a few preserves or small items among the goods they carried.

Although the pear orchard is a place where the three religions and nine streams gather, the people here are not all polite, at least in this business, you and I are willing to be very harmonious.

The location in this lobby is a little crowded, and there are still people pouring in outside, although Zhao Ming is already sitting in the most corner, he will still be accidentally touched by the vendors shuttling in it a few times.

In addition, he was already in a bad mood because of the big bag bulging on his head, and every time he touched it, it seemed to add fuel to his anger.

The officials on the other table tried their best to be careful not to make a sound, so as not to make Zhao Ming's anger on their heads. Su Jingye looked at his increasingly unkind face, but he couldn't help but smile.

When he came down just now, Su Jingye heard from those officials the reason why Zhao Ming had fallen to this point. It turned out that when Zhao Ming went to Tingxuan to check, he mistakenly broke into the backstage where the troupe was preparing for makeup.

Although most of the people in this troupe are men, women are also indispensable, and the makeup is not easy to identify, Zhao Ming accidentally went to the wrong place.

As soon as he lifted the curtain, he heard a scream inside, and a long smoking gun flew in, and it smashed on the side of his forehead at once, and Zhao Ming suddenly puffed out a large bag with a lot of weight.

Now that he had rested for a long time, he had subsided a little, but the pain was becoming clearer, as if reminding him of the embarrassment at that time.

It's a pity that he only cared about turning his head and telling the officials behind him to teach him a lesson, and he didn't see anything, so he just took it for a while, and in fact, it was really a loss.

Zhao Ming held a small teacup two fingers wide in his hand, and the tea twitched continuously with the movements of his hand, and from time to time two drops were scattered on the table.

He tried his best to restrain his movements and not rub the most painful part of his head, but he didn't quite understand in his heart whether he was angry because he was smashed, or dissatisfied because he didn't see anything.

"Lord Zhao, don't be angry anymore, but if you are a girl from a good family, even if she is just pretending to be a beard, she doesn't like to be bumped into, not to mention that you didn't say hello at the time, just puffing up a bag is already very cheap for you. If it were to be changed to another time, I was afraid that my head would be broken and bleeding. ”

Su Jingye was kind and comforting on his face, but only he and Zhao Ming could understand the individual meanings. The more he talked, the more funny he felt, especially when he mentioned the words "sticking to his beard", his hands were full of the same movements as Zhao Ming, and he couldn't help twitching twice.

Fortunately, he put the cup down in time, otherwise it would have been obvious that he had bad intentions. However, his words are also clear, I am afraid that this is the main reason why Zhao Ming is still uneasy.

"There's just one thing, has Lord Zhao revealed your identity?" After Su Jingye laughed, he asked casually.

Whether Zhao Ming is exposed or not is actually not important, but if he can continue to hide, he can find out more useful and secret information than his identity as an official.

This is just a very ordinary question, as soon as Su Jingye raised it, the few yacha who had been paying attention to them on the table next to him suddenly burst out laughing softly, and Zhao Ming's face became even darker.

Fortunately, they were sitting with their backs to this side, and Zhao Ming couldn't know who was the leader. Zhao Ming let go of his hand, and as soon as he raised his head, his face changed from a gloomy look to a brighter one.

"At that time, as soon as it was discovered, the lower officials and a few people were driven out by the people in the troupe, and they didn't even say a word, they almost couldn't stay in this pear orchard, and what chance did they have to reveal their identities to them."

"If the reaction speed at that time was faster, it directly shows that the lower officials can see if this group of Diao people dare to break ground on Tai Sui's head." Zhao Ming frowned indignantly, but the bulge in the corner of his forehead was a little more painful.

Zhao Ming clenched his fists, and his two black thick eyebrows stood straight between his eyes, looking like he wanted to take revenge.

"Lord Zhao is still calm, after all, you are the parent official of the capital, and you play a leading role, so you can't let the people look at your jokes plainly."

Here, Su Jingye easily hid his smile, and was busy comforting Zhao Ming, when he suddenly heard the sound of going down the stairs in his ears, penetrating all the noisy voices in the lobby and reaching his ears.

He followed the sound and looked up, only to see Mo Huaqing, who was dressed as a little boy, holding on to the railing and walking down step by step. Mo Huaqing's face was normal, and at first glance, she really had the appearance of a young girl of her age.

It's just that as soon as her eyes came into contact with Zhao Ming, she was stunned for a moment, the expression on her face was even faster than the kung fu of changing her face, and she suddenly transformed into a proud look, and the pace under her feet was also a lot brisker.

"My sister will come down in a little while, and she told me to come and greet you first, and if you want anything, tell me, for now I'm in charge here."

There were still two gaps in the places where Su Jingye and Zhao Ming were sitting, and Mo Huaqing sat between the two of them as soon as he came, pretending that everyone had not paid attention and quietly moved a few steps to his side

Mo Huaqing's words Zhao Ming still didn't quite understand, he glanced at Su Jingye with an inquiring look, Su Jingye nodded, and explained in a low voice: "This can be regarded as the second master of the pear orchard, and the chief steward is his own sister." ”

"The identity of such a small girl is quite unusual." Zhao Ming sighed softly, and rubbed his left hand on Mo Huaqing's head.

"Since that's the case, then your sister is so powerful, why don't you pick out a few beautiful clothes for you, and let you do such heavy work, aren't you always bullied by your sister here?"

Mo Huaqing lowered her head slightly, but Su Jingye clearly noticed that her cheeks were involuntarily reddened. Mo Huaqing raised his little hand violently, opened Zhao Ming's big palm, and scolded back with a lot of lustful momentum.

"What nonsense are you talking about, that's my sister-in-law, how can she bully me. In addition, those little girls' beautiful dresses are too much of a hindrance, how easy to wear and work. ”

"Even if it's my sister who is in charge of the pear garden, can't I work as the eldest lady? If you eat and drink at home and wait for others to serve you, it's too useless. ”

Mo Huaqing is a small person, and the ambition in her mouth is not small, and the two big men next to her are sighing for a while. Su Jingye knew that he didn't like this little girl, but he admired this little girl's temperament very much, and she had a bit of Jiang Liuyu's shadow.

Zhao Ming even smiled and put his palm on her head, "This is because you are still young and energetic, so you will say such things, and when you grow up, you won't feel like this, you still have to enjoy happiness when you should enjoy it." ”

"But judging by the way you look, your sister shouldn't be much worse. I'm afraid I can tell what your sister will look like in the future just by looking at it, and I'm really curious. ”

"That's natural, my sister is so good-looking." Mo Hua responded as a matter of course, and Su Jingye, who was listening to the conversation between the two of them, dropped his jaw in shock.

If what Mo Huaqing said was true, then Mo Huaqing, who I saw upstairs, should have done some pretense. It's just that the skin on her face is not the same as that on her hands, so Su Jingye is very sure that she has excluded human skin. Masks are possible.

And what kind of makeup techniques are there in the world that can paint a really good-looking person like a man, Su Jingye really can't figure it out. In that case, it can only be Mo Huaqing's compliment to her sister as a younger sister

After thinking about it, Su Jingye felt as if he had discovered the truth, and he laughed helplessly in his heart.

Zhao Ming, who had spoken politely to Mo Huaqing, listened to Su Jingye for a long time without speaking, and couldn't help but ask.

"Jing and Gongzi are just upstairs, they should have met with the steward, but this steward is not much different from what I just said?"

Divine thoughts have unconsciously wandered to the end of the world, but they were instantly pulled back to reality by Zhao Ming's words, Su Jingye came back to his senses, glanced at Zhao Ming a few times in a daze, and then skimmed Mo Huaqing on the left hand, and bent the corners of his mouth with some amusement and inexplication.

"The beauties in this world have their own merits, sinking fish and geese or closing the moon and shy flowers, the so-called color of the country or the posture of the willows, all depend on what kind of taste the person who appreciates her."

The long list that Su Jingye said was not half related to Fang Cai's question, and Zhao Ming listened to it in a fog, but Mo Huaqing understood a little, and nodded in agreement.

"Can Childe speak more plainly and clearly, I really can't understand it."

"Hehe," Su Jingye smiled meaningfully twice, raised the teacup and put it to his mouth, "It means that whether she is beautiful or not depends on whether you can make a conclusion after you have seen it yourself, but it should be considered beautiful." ”