"Be quiet," At this time, the women and children, who had not spoken, glanced at the teahouse in fear while coaxing the child: "If the nobles inside hear what you say, I and my child will not be able to see the sun tomorrow." ”

After speaking, the women and children began to wipe their tears.

In the capital, the rich and powerful are the uncles, and it is not uncommon for someone to support them and kill one or two poor beggars begging on the street.

Hearing this woman and child say this, the people around the onlookers were indeed silent.

"Chengbei is giving porridge again!"

I don't know who shouted this, and the beggars who were originally gathered in the alley near the teahouse took their bowls and ran towards the north of the city.

When the women and children heard that there was porridge to drink, they quickly stood up and ran away with their children in their arms.

"Which kind Samaritan has been giving porridge? This is the tenth time this month, right? ”

"Then who knows?"

"I know, I know!" At this time, a young man who looked quite handsome immediately answered: "It's the young lady of the big house of the Marquis of Zhenguo, the county lord of Changle!" A cousin of mine worked as a scholar for the little boy in their house, and he told me when he went out to buy books for the little boy two days ago! ”

"Lord Changle is really kind-hearted."

"That's it."

Since then, among the people in the capital, they have a good impression of the county lord of Changle, who has never met.

There is a private room in the teahouse, which is rented by Shen Yue all the year round, in order to find the best place to listen to music.

When the shopkeeper saw the distinguished customer, he hurriedly served tea, and he was very attentive.

He brought a few plates of snacks with his hands and feet, and then retreated.

"Qin Huai, you said two days ago, what is the name of the new play?" Shen Yue looked at a young man in a fancy costume beside him and asked.

Qin Huai is the only son of Qin Yunhe and the Zhao family in the second room of the Qin Mansion, and he does not learn or know how to do it on weekdays.

A few things gather in likeness, always mixed together, but whenever there is something novel, it is always indispensable to share with each other.

The new drama in this teahouse was the first to be discovered by Qin Huai: "That drama is called Manniang, she looks like a flower and jade, and her singing voice is also very pure." ”

Shen Yue nodded, a few cups of tea went down, but he didn't see Na Manniang appearing, so he couldn't wait: "Why hasn't it arrived yet?" ”

"After this concubine is drunk, it will arrive." Qin Huai obviously comes often, and even remembers the order of Namanniang's appearance clearly.

"Then the prince will go first."

After speaking, Shen Yue came out of the private room and walked into the thatched house behind the teahouse.

He was in too much of a hurry to go in, and he didn't notice that there was still a person sitting on a tree next to the thatched house.

"Third brother, what a coincidence."

"Who?" Shen Yue heard the voice coldly, and was so frightened that he immediately glanced around.

"Here, here, look up." Shen Chu had a piece of grass in his mouth, leaning against the tree gracefully, and his tone sounded extremely free and easy.

Shen Yue twisted his eyebrows: "What are you doing in the tree?" This thatched house stinks, and the smell is going up, Brother Chu, do you still have this habit? ”

"Heh......" Shen Chu smiled lightly: "Of course it's for you." ”

"Me?" Shen Yue's brows furrowed even deeper.