It was late, Xie Kun had already finished washing, but the door was not closed, and when she walked to the door, she heard an ambiguous voice coming from inside, and suddenly her body stiffened and turned around to go back.

I heard Xie Kun's voice coming from inside, "Get in." ”

Zhao Shu secretly sighed unlucky, he knew that she wouldn't come, but he came but got involved in this matter, how embarrassing it is.

As a result, she was dumbfounded as soon as she entered, Xie Kun was naked at this time, and there was a delicate-looking maid sitting on him, pinching his body.

It turned out that she was overthinking......

"Why are you here now?" Xie Kun asked angrily.

"I was infected with a cold last night, and the eldest young master allowed the slave to rest and woke up late." Zhao Shu replied.

"Wind chill?" Xie Kun's tone was a little high-minded, with a concern that even he hadn't noticed, "Then hurry back, Ming'er is not allowed to be late, do you know?" Otherwise, you won't be able to eat and walk around. ”

Zhao Su was like an amnesty, and hurriedly nodded and said, "Yes, the slave knows." ”

When he went out, Zhao Su patted his chest, why is Xie Kun so good at talking today? Looks like this guy isn't so bad that he can't be helped.

The next day—

A handsome little scholar came to Xie Wuwei and said that his young master had invited him to Moxuanzhai to buy paintings.

Xie Wuwei immediately became energetic when he heard this, packed himself up and followed the scholar.

Zhao Su pouted and was a little dissatisfied, rubbing his hungry stomach and helplessly followed.

Recently, there was news in the county, saying that the boss of Mo Xuanzhai got a painting, which was three feet long, and the high-quality rice paper was used, as smooth as the skin of a beautiful woman.

Xie Wuwei is no exception, he loves these poems and songs the most, ink and blue.

The son who invited him was Ji Lingxiao, the son of the wealthy businessman Ji Boss in the city, and Xie Wuwei was a close friend who grew up together.

This season Ling Xiao is not small, although the family is rich, but her sister is the concubine of the current saint, and the backing behind her is very strong, so in Jinning County, where mountain bandits are rampant, even those mountain bandits will not find the idea of killing them.

Ji Lingxiao had already arrived at Moxuanzhai, which was already crowded with people, and he looked at the young people who looked like scholars.

Ji Lingxiao sat on the chair on the right side and drank tea, and when he saw Xie Wuwei coming, he beckoned to him, and then raised his head to greet him.

Xie Wuwei walked towards him, and the sharp-eyed boss of Mo Xuanzhai hurriedly asked his subordinates to bring another chair, side by side with Ji Lingxiao, and there was a plan next to everyone's chair, with tea and snacks on it.

Zhao Shu and the scholar stood behind their master.

There are wide screens on both sides of the corner of the lobby, a screen embroidered with graceful and bright eyes and bright teeth of the ladies playing music, and a screen painted with bamboo, plum, chrysanthemum, orchid four very elegant scenes.

"You are here today, it is a great luck for someone Zhao, rest assured, someone Zhao will definitely not let you run in vain this time." Boss Zhao, who was standing on a high place, first bowed his hand, and then said loudly.

The boss of Mo Xuanzhai is only in his thirties, dressed in a gray robe, with an elegant temperament, and always has a faint smile on his face.

"I heard that this painting is hard to find, my son is very curious, so Boss Zhao might as well get straight to the point and satisfy my appetite." Ji Lingxiao smiled lightly, he was wearing a white brocade robe embroidered with silver silk threads and a hundred birds flying together, three thousand ink hair tied up with a white moire hairband, his face was like a crown of jade, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, as delicate and moving as ancient carvings, he was slightly cold when he was not smiling, he was full of spirit when he smiled, holding a folding fan in his hand, and he was beating his palm for a while, looking a little idle.