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In addition to the silk and satin Meng family, there is another family in the story that needs to be explained, that is, Liufu.

Liu Renhong, the old man of Liufu, like Meng Xichang, is also a businessman, who has opened several teahouses and also does some miscellaneous small transactions.

The Meng family and Liufu are two well-known local families, and on weekdays, they are all full of people, people come and go, and business is prosperous.

Of course, the people of both families are also frequent customers of Zhao San's tailoring shop.

On this day, Zhao Xiaoshuang got up early in the morning, cleaned up inside and out, said hello to his father and went out to Liufu to deliver clothes to Chunying.

Liufu is not difficult to find, but Liufu is still some distance from the tailor's shop, and it takes a long time to walk. Zhao Xiaoshuang went there once before, and he also went to work, but that was two years ago.

Liufu is a large mansion, with gray brick walls connected to vermilion gatehouses, and under the eaves, there is a vermilion-painted gatehouse. The door couplet reads, "Loyal to the family for a long time, poems and books for a long time!" On both sides of the gate is a pair of stone drums, with high thresholds and five bluestone steps.

Walking up, I gently knocked on the heavy door, and it didn't take long for the door to squeak open. The one who opened the door was a girl who looked like sixteen or seventeen, dressed in a delicate long dress with water and moonlight, and the scattered spots on her face did not affect her original handsomeness too much.

"Yo! It's Xiaoshuang here! ”

"Oh! I'm here to deliver clothes to Chunying! ”

opened the door, Zhao Xiaoshuang knew her, it was a Qiao'er girl, and she had met several times.

"You wait here first, I'll call!" With that, he closed the door.

After a while, Qiao'er came back and said let in. Zhao Xiaoshuang followed Qiao'er through the shadow wall, into the courtyard, the courtyard is very large, the white stucco wall combined with light red bricks and tiles, the eaves and corners, the openwork window lattice, unique ingenuity, fresh and unconventional, there is a large vat in the middle, it is winter, there are several empty flower pots stacked on the side of the tank, an old servant, holding a pot just walked by, accidentally touched it, an empty flower pot fell, "popped", broken, the woman hurriedly squatted down, cleaned up.

"Mother Wu!" Qiao'er said.

The woman named Wu Ma nodded at Qiao'er, looked at Zhao Xiaoshuang again, smiled, and said, "Come on!" It's kind of a hello.

The old woman's thin black hair was combed into a bun, she must have been very dignified when she was young, but now she is old, and she is a little fat, and her appearance is out of shape, but the red hairpin on the back of her head is particularly eye-catching.

Zhao Xiaoshuang followed Qiao'er through the front yard, and then walked forward and turned a corner, and saw a door, the outer eaves pillar of the door was not erected from the ground, but hung on the horizontal wood of the middle pillar, and there was a hanging bead at the lower end, on which a beautiful lotus flower was painted.

Zhao Xiaoshuang stopped and asked Qiao'er: "This door is so chic, is it the second door that the ladies don't go out of the door and don't step out of the second door?"

"All I know is that this is the Hanging Flower Gate! For the rest, you can ask our miss! She knows so much!" replied Qiao'er.

When she arrived in the backyard, Qiao'er shouted to a room with pairs hanging on it: "Spring girl, people are coming!"

"Got it!" Chunyoung responded inside.

"Who's coming?"

Suddenly, Zhao Xiaoshuang heard someone talking behind him, his voice was as crisp as a silver bell, and when he turned around, he saw that it was a surprisingly beautiful woman: the woman looked eighteen or nineteen years old, graceful and graceful, as beautiful as the morning glow. The navy blue and gray cheongsam wrapped her small body very tightly, revealing exquisite, like a gardenia, and on her round and white duck egg face, a pair of delicate slightly raised Danfeng eyes were looking at Zhao Xiaoshuang carefully.

Looking at these eyes, Zhao Xiaoshuang was a little flustered.

At this point, the door "squeak!" The ground was opened, Chunying came out, and just saw this scene, so she hurriedly introduced it to Zhao Xiaoshuang.

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"I'm just busy, I'm sorry, that's what I mentioned to you, my Miss Peizhu!"

"Miss Peizhu!"

Zhao Xiaoshuang hurriedly stepped forward and bowed.

Peizhu bowed slightly, which was regarded as a return salute.

Chunying said, "Have you got your clothes ready?"

"That's it! It's back on the white edge of the green onion that Miss likes, I don't know if Miss is satisfied! ”

"Oh, it's cold outside, come in! Come in and talk! Pei Zhu smiled shyly at Zhao Xiaoshuang, Chun Ying'er held on to the door, and several people entered the hut.

The room was a lot warmer, and the young lady asked Zhao Xiaoshuang to sit and asked Chunying to make tea.

The faint scent of sandalwood fills his side, the hollow carved windows shine into the speckled sunlight, the sandalwood tables and chairs under the window, the exquisite carved decorations, the table is a delicate blue and white porcelain pot, and an old-fashioned wooden dresser is placed in the corner of the house, with a copper mirror on it, and the room is so fresh and leisurely.

"Miss, you said that the lotus flower door, is it the second door that does not go out of the gate, and the second door does not step out?"

Qiao'er also seemed to be curious, and while closing the lid of the pot, she grabbed in front of Zhao Xiaoshuang and asked.

"Yes! That's the door, that's a very good question!"

"Where, it was Tailor Zhao who just asked! I'm just a parrot! ”

The young lady glanced at Zhao Xiaoshuang, who was sitting on the side, and said, "There are two doors to the Hanging Flower Gate, one is open during the day and closed at night; The other is the screen door, which is usually closed to isolate the sight of the inner courtyard. The weeping flower gate is the door to enter the inner courtyard, and women in ancient times generally stayed in the boudoir and did not go out of this door. ”

After that, the young lady took the clothes, shook them and looked at them carefully, nodded with satisfaction, and went into the back room, quickly changed into new clothes, took a picture in front of the bronze mirror, and asked Chunying, "Do I look good in this dress?"

"It's so good-looking! Miss looks good in whatever she wears! Chunying squeezed her eyes and said with a smile.

"Well, you're going to pick up the nice ones anyway! It's also in vain to ask you! ”

After changing her clothes back, Liu Peizhu put the new clothes on her arms and walked out.

Zhao Xiaoshuang looked at this Miss Peizhu in a daze, he really had never seen such a woman, in his eyes, what kind of strange woman this is! The beautiful eyes are looking forward to it, like the clear waves tumbling among the hibiscus, and he can't help but feel a ripple in his heart, and he even wants to turn into the dress he just made, put it on her arm, and accompany her!

Liu Peizhu blushed when she found out that he was looking at her.

"The clothes are good, I have known that your family's craftsmanship is good for a long time, I have seen it this time, and I will find your family when I have a job in the future!"

The young lady said, her eyes did not dare to look at the handsome young man in front of her, with deep eyes and sharp edges.

"Thank you, Miss, for your appreciation!" Zhao Xiaoshuang retracted his gaze and replied.

"How many years have you been apprenticed?" Liu Peizhu asked.

"I've been working with my father, I used to do chores, and I've just started it."

Zhao Xiaoshuang held the teacup in a restrained manner, lifted the lid with one hand, and a faint fragrance of jasmine tea came to his face.

Someone outside was shouting Qiao'er, and Qiao'er answered and went out.

Chunying turned around and went to the back room to prepare the wages for Zhao Xiaoshuang's clothes.

There were only Zhao Xiaoshuang and Liu Peizhu in the room.

Zhao Xiaoshuang drank tea and inadvertently looked up, and he found that Liu Peizhu was also looking at him, watching him taste tea.

That gaze is so gentle, so beautiful!

Looking at each other, she hurriedly dodged, the corners of his mouth hooked up, revealing a shallow smile.

It was as if he had suddenly found the answer here, the answer to his life! Don't dare to look at her too much,

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He felt that it was blasphemy to see her too much, and he quickly lowered his head and drank tea one after another, very slowly, very slowly...

He knew that she was still looking at him, and sipping tea in her gentle gaze was like bathing in a spring breeze, and for him, it was a rare pleasure in the world.

The sun was rising, shining straight through the ruined ochre-red panes, and it was exceptionally warm. Outside the window, it seems that it is not winter, but spring with young willow branches and roses.

"What kind of tea is this? It's so delicious!" Zhao Xiaoshuang broke the silence.

"Mingqian tea, West Lake Longjing, it tastes good!"

"Listen to the explanation of the tea, it is as expensive as gold, is it very expensive?"

"There is also a precious meaning in it, the tea before the Qingming Dynasty, the best quality, the buds and leaves are delicate, the color is green and fragrant, and the taste is mellow and beautiful, but at this time, the tea tree grows very slowly, so the yield is also small, and the tea is expensive. After the Qingming Dynasty, the tea before the valley rain is in poor condition, and then later, after the valley rain, it is almost summer, and the tea leaves are rough and old, and it is not delicious. ”

"Miss is very interested in tea?"

"I can't talk about it, it's just a preference! And Jing Qingshan is also a self-cultivation lifestyle, the taste of tea needs to be tasted slowly, the process of tasting, people will become careful, calm, tea can be pure, can also be elegant. ”

"Tranquil, inactive, very old Zhuang style! Lao Zhuang is probably also a tea lover before the Ming Dynasty!"

"Sir knows so much!"

"Where! I'm just talking nonsense! “

"Tea is a good thing, cleanliness can not be dirty, and it is annoying to drink and clean the dust. Tasting tea can relax your mood and relieve your worries! ”

Liu Peizhu said that, she picked up the pot and filled it for Zhao Xiaoshuang.

"This thing believes in the spiritual taste, and it comes from the mountains. Tea, I always believe is spiritual! Zhao Xiaoshuang said.

Miss Liu Peizhu glanced at this bright young man, and her heart was like a rabbit, jumping "dongdong", and shyness spread from her ears to the base of her neck.

Actually, Zhao Xiaoshuang is the same!

Every day with Zhao Sanjian, always doing the same things and saying the same things, life is so boring, but today, when I met Miss Peizhu, he found for the first time that life is so happy and beautiful!

"Hmm!"

Liu Peizhu wanted to say something, but she didn't say anything, she just sat down, picked up the newly made clothes on the table, and rubbed them in her hands.

"What else does the young lady command? Just say! ”

Zhao Xiaoshuang put down the teacup and looked at Liu Peizhu, the depths of his eyes sparkling. The dappled sunlight hit her body, her skin was so white, like white jade, and her clear and flawless side face had a touch of melancholy, but it had a touching static beauty.

"The dress is beautiful! Especially under the collar of this blue water wind lotus, the embroidery is really good, the color is harmonious, the lines are bright, the stitching is also lively, and the embroidery of the Lingbo fairy is clean and flawless, it is really beautiful! I didn't expect Master Zhao Sanjian to have such a superb embroidery process! The name is well deserved, and the craftsmanship is indeed extraordinary! ”

"The young lady smiled! I embroidered this flower! After this dress was made, I always felt that something was missing here, so I embroidered it at random! ”

Hearing Zhao Xiaoshuang say this, Liu Peizhu's eyes widened in shock, and she looked Zhao Xiaoshuang up and down.

"I didn't expect that! This craft is comparable to that of an embroiderer! I really can't tell it's from a man! ”

"Miss has won the prize! It's still a young lady's figure, and it's impeccable and beautiful to wear! ”

"Where! It's still good craftsmanship! ”

Liu Peizhu took the clothes and rubbed them, a little embarrassed.

"Sir, your wages!"

Qiao'er took the money and walked out of the back room.

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