Shen Xiao slowly retracted his gaze and closed a book in his palm.

If you want to say that you used to ask him to read this kind of Persona book, you must have shook your head and laughed disdainfully. Now that I have experienced that such a bad thing as exchanging bodies with Shen Ling really makes people believe that they have it rather than believe that they don't.

"Ah, Shen Jiu, are you still literate? It's really a little boy in the middle of the road. Seeing this, Chang Xi came over and was startled, so noisy that Shen Xiao walked to the other side to avoid her.

Zhao Qingmiao was still upstairs, the door was closed, and he didn't know if the negotiation was successful.

Shen Xiao turned his face away, and saw a wild flower emerging outside the window along the root of the wall, a bee stopped on it, gathered its wings and burrowed into the stamen, and after a while, it came out again, and its fluffy legs were covered with pollen.

He consciously pressed the corners of his mouth boringly, and impatience appeared between his eyebrows.

The regent of the sky and the earth has become an idle little guy, running behind the woman all day long, I don't know if the ancestors in the imperial tomb are angry and want to cheat the coffin?

"This matter is so decided, thank you boss for making it complete."

"You're polite, Miss Zhao walks slowly."

Zhao Qingmiao turned around, and Shi Shiran walked down the stairs, with joy at the corners of his eyebrows and eyes, which showed that things were talked about.

The three of them walked out of Yunmengzhai before and after.

Shen Xiao fell behind, and suddenly felt uncomfortable being watched by someone, and paused and turned around sharply - he saw a room upstairs, the window was ajar, and a black shadow flashed by.

His eyes immediately darkened: something strange.

Inside the house, Fu San stood on the shadow side of the pane, staring at the street outside through the cracks, and saw Zhao Qingmiao and his party walking away, so he breathed a sigh of relief, and said to the person sitting behind the bookcase: "Second son, the person is gone." ”

Wang Yu was immersed in writing hard, and when he finished writing on rice paper, he put the pen back on the pen holder. He raised his eyelids and was about to speak, but Fukusan snatched what he wanted to say.

"Second Miss Zhao, why did you come to Yunmengzhai?"

Fu San is a clever dog-legged man, and he has a tacit understanding with his own master that 'you know what you want to say without you saying it'.

Wang Jue is dressed in a finch blue bottom silk shirt, white brocade pants, hairpin jade crown, and he is not like a young man with a thin temperament.

To say that the second prince of the king does not want to see the Zhao family brothers and sisters, it is actually not disgusted. He didn't like to make friends with people, and his mother Wang didn't like it very much, often saying that their brothers and sisters had bad luck on them, and they might not be mourning stars when they came back, and they were not allowed to play with the brothers and sisters of the Zhao family.

Wang Jue bit his fingers and pondered, someone knocked on the door twice, and walked in after answering.

The boss of Yunmengzhai picked up his sleeves and said, "Mr. Bai Yu, there is something I want to discuss with you." ”

"Boss." Wang Jue put a stack of rice paper in his hand into the wooden box, and didn't even bother to raise his eyes and said: "How you make money is your business, if you dare to talk about my business, our cooperation will be over." ”

When the boss heard him say this, he hurriedly stepped forward and waved his hand to explain: "No, no, Mr. Bai Yu, don't worry, I won't say a word about you." ”

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"You kings remember to slaughter guests? The dishes on the wall yesterday were not at this price, why are there two more articles today? ”

"Oh, look at what the guest officer said, you don't know, the bridge over there in the East Market can't go for the past two days, our chefs rushed to the West Market early in the morning to buy vegetables, and the building invited a storyteller, so naturally it will go up a little, so please be considerate."

"Xiao Er, where are my noodles and spicy chicken?"

"It's coming, it's coming!"

On the stage, the storyteller is a white-faced scholar, wearing a jujube red gown and a long gown, shaking a paper fan. He cleared his throat and said, "Thank you for cheering, you are eating and drinking, and listen to me tell a story." ”

When the guests set their eyes on the stage, he slowly held the paper fan in his palm and slapped the waking wood on the desk.

Behind her sat a female apprentice, holding a three-stringed piano, and the lotus music in the tiger's mouth in her right hand was plucked, and the strings were pleasant.

"Once upon a time, there was a blind luthier."

There are a lot of people at the bottom, some are regular customers, and some are the first to return to Wang Ji.

Whispering.

(Can you still play the piano when you're blind?) ——The artist is bold and blindly plays. ）

The storyteller smiled and continued.

"He was so good at the piano that he was invited to a large family to teach the lady of the boudoir to practice music."

Head to ear.

(Specify what kind of drama is elopement.) - I heard that this is a new script written by Mr. Bai Yu, and it won't be so cheesy. ）

The storyteller's mouth is full of foam, his expression is changeable, one moment he is a soft and tender female voice, one moment he is a solemn old man, and the other time he is the pianist......

"After the young lady died, the luthier was kicked out of the house, and he was drunk until dawn, and often saw the young lady in his dreams. One night the wind was howling, and a wild cat squatted outside the house, and it could speak......"

Just as he was talking about the tense atmosphere, the shamisen was plucked, and the storyteller stopped abruptly.

The guest officer below was not happy, and stopped his chopsticks and shouted.

"Why don't you say it? Play us too! ”

The storyteller patted the waking wood, and the paper fan was displayed: "If you want to know what will happen next, please be early tomorrow." ”

In the corridor on the second floor, Chang Xi listened to the railing and sighed, and seeing that people were packing up and leaving, he hurriedly called out to the house: "Miss!" ”

Inside the house, Zhao Qingmiao was making Shen Xiao work.

The end of summer is approaching, but it's still hot. Therefore, Zhao Qingmiao wanted to make some ice water to eat.

It was the first time for Shen Xiao to make this kind of thing, and he had a little freshness.

As instructed, he first mashed some crisp pears, scooped a few spoonfuls of sugar and mixed them in a bowl of water, then put the bowl of water into a clay pot, took a plate, and filled it with some water, and put the pot in the water again, and kept adding small saltpeters to the plate. In the middle of the day, the water in the jar turned into broken ice.

Shen Xiao's eyebrows moved, picked up the spoon and scooped it to Zhao Qingmiao's mouth.

Zhao Qingmiao didn't feel that it was wrong, and swallowed it directly with the spoon. Cold, sweet crushed ice mixed with pear flesh rolled into the stomach.

It's really hearty!

Shen Xiao stared at Zhao Qingmiao's watery lips and unconsciously rolled his Adam's apple.

"Delicious?"

Zhao Qingmiao thought deeply and pursed her lips.

"Okay."

The sunlight made her eyes ripple, and her tone was flat, but the clear pool in Shen Xiao's heart disturbed the peace.

"You're laughing?" Zhao Qingmiao raised his head and unintentionally swept it, and saw the corners of Shen Xiao's mouth raise a trace of arc.

"Miss-" Shen Xiao's eyelashes flashed, and he said against Shen Ling's young and innocent face: "You are stained with juice." ”

Zhao Qingmiao was stunned for a moment, and quickly picked up the handkerchief and wiped the corners of her mouth all over before calming down. Give birth to a temper and say:

"Shen Jiu, don't laugh."

"Yes, miss...... But I can't help but what to do? ”

"That's going to cut out your tongue. Tell you to talk a lot. ”

The clouds are rolling and the breeze is blowing.

Chang Xi outside didn't wait for a response, and pushed open the door and stepped in. I saw the two of them turn their faces in unison, and the atmosphere was a little unusual.

"What?"

"Uh~ Oh, Miss, the storyteller is gone."

Zhao Qingmiao stood up and walked to the corridor outside, and glanced at the hall, which was no less talented than others, so it could be seen that this trick was still useful.

"If Chef Yang can develop a few new dishes, he will definitely be able to attract more customers."