"Girl Mingrui."

"I don't know what kind of thing the son wants to choose, maybe the slave family has some humble opinions." The woman in orange smiled skillfully, and she was generous and not shy.

If she could give some advice, Qin Xun would be happy to talk to her, after all, he was not good at one of the teas that his grandfather Lin Tian loved, and he wanted to ask when the shopkeeper came to greet him when he was busy, but ......

Qin Xun took the time to glance at the shopkeeper's two mustaches that shook when he was doing business, and said in his heart that since he was accompanied by a beauty, he would not refuse to come.

"I want to choose a set of tea sets to give to my grandfather, I don't know if the girl has a good opinion?" Qin Xun smiled kindly.

The woman in orange clapped her hands in surprise: "Ah! The father of the family prefers the tea ceremony, and the slave family has a little habit, which is just to help the son! ”

What a coincidence, Qin Xun said in his heart.

The woman in orange didn't brag about it for the sake of talking to a beautiful son, she had a bit of an expert style between picking, and she chose a set of purple sand tea sets for Qin Xun after a while.

The little sisters of the orange-clothed woman over there seemed to have finished picking out the rouge jewelry, and they came to the two of them to join in the fun, most of them were thinking about looking at Qin Xun, Qin Xun smiled freely, and let them look at each other.

He is not ugly, and he will not lose a piece of meat when he looks at the girls twice and says two sweet words.

Qi Jing didn't know, Qin Xun thought a little weakly.

The shopkeeper packed the things that a few girls bought, and greeted Qin Xun by the way, and asked him with a smile on his face if he wanted to see calligraphy and paintings.

Qin Xun was gradually a little impatient by the gossip of a few girls, so he asked more with the intention of diverting attention: "Who is calligraphy and painting?" ”

The shopkeeper sniffed the breath of business, and immediately became happy, and he was familiar with the words of recommendation: "The small shop is full of famous calligraphy and paintings!" Childe look at this plum blossom picture, this is the work of Young Master Yan! And this, this character, this is Qin Dacaizi's "Chang'an Fu"! The girls of "Chang'an Fu" won't have heard of it, right? Even the emperor has praised it! ”

Qin Xun tried his best to keep the smile on his face unmoving: "Qin Dacai, Qin Zichang?" ”

"Yes, yes! The eldest son of Qinzi, the waiter of the Ministry of Rites! The shopkeeper was busy.

"Authentic?"

The shopkeeper's smile suddenly couldn't hold back, as if he was thinking about whether to tell the truth in front of this rich and noble son with good clothes.

"This, Childe, Qin Dacai rarely gives ink, this can be copied eight or nine points like a god, it is already rare, why should Childe be more serious." The shopkeeper still didn't dare to lie.

Qin Xun almost laughed.

I also want to know that a lazy person like his eldest brother will not produce a lot of ink in batches, and he can't even ask for a cheeky and noble family, how can there be ink treasures sold in the market, how can it be genuine.

He just didn't want to show the face of the store too much, and he couldn't see the market shop shoddy with his eldest brother's gimmick, and a little bit more.

A girl next to her said: "Your store is so immoral, if it weren't for this son's question, would it be sold for fake?" ”

The shopkeeper had a bitter face: "Girl, it's not easy to support your family with a small business, and I don't have a heart, you see that this son asked me if I told the truth." ”

Most businessmen are just by nature, and there is no need to be harsh.

Fortunately, this store doesn't have the bear-hearted leopard courage to take a fake and pretend to be Qi Jing's pen and ink.

Qin Xun thought so, and without waiting for the girl to refute again, he pointed to the jewelry that the shopkeeper had wrapped and placed on the counter, and reminded with a smile: "Girls, take some things, don't forget to take them." ”

A few girls hurriedly took the jewelry they bought, and paid the bill one by one, and it would be a little rude to stay here for a long time to stay by the side of a man, so they said goodbye to Qin Xun, and the little sisters went out of the store together.

The shopkeeper sorted out the counter and muttered: "A woman's family can spend money." ”

Qin Xun's ears were good, and he smiled: "They don't spend money, where do you make money?" ”

The shopkeeper was a little embarrassed when he saw that he was listening to the long and short words of the customers behind his back, and hurriedly said: "Childe, look, look at me, if you have any orders, just call me." ”

"Don't look at it, that's it, wrap it tighter." Qin Xun pointed to a set of purple sand tea sets that the woman in orange had picked out for him.

Although he is not good at tea ceremony, after all, everyone's son, the eyesight of seeing the good quality of the utensils is still some, the calligraphy and painting of this shop dare not compliment, this set of tea sets is indeed a good thing, will not be unable to send.

The shopkeeper looked at the place he pointed to, and immediately smiled, the rich child's money is easy to make, and it happened that he picked the most expensive set of tea sets in his store, and the appearance of this red-clothed man did not look like a person who would not be able to afford to buy it after listening to the price.

He quickly wrapped the purple sand tea set and handed it to Qin Xun, Qin Xun really didn't disappoint him and paid the bill without saying a word, the shopkeeper pinched the solid silver and pushed a few words of calligraphy and painting to Qin Xun, saying that it is rare to copy the authentic handiwork similarly and can also be comforted, the corner of Qin Xun's mouth twitched a few times.

Just kidding, if he brought back a fake of his eldest brother's pen and ink to hang at home, his eldest brother would definitely eat him alive when he saw it.

Looking at his back when he went out, the shopkeeper couldn't help muttering: "Men's families are also very good at spending money." ”

Carrying the tightly wrapped purple sand tea set in his hand, Qin Xunfang stepped out of the store and saw a somewhat familiar carriage passing slowly in front of him, as if he was slowing down and wanting to stop, and sure enough, it stopped about ten zhang away, and a man with a long figure came down from the car, and his green shirt flickered, and he didn't enter the theater building next to the carriage called "Peony Pavilion".

Qin Xun is very familiar with this theater, and he has also ridden the familiar carriage countless times, and the figure in the green shirt is still as dashing as ever after six years.

Coincidentally today, Qin Xun originally wanted to visit this uncle of Jinyang who loved him in a few days, but at this moment he actually met him in the market and went out to listen to the play.

He was about to step forward quickly, but was called by the girl's delicate voice, although the girl didn't know his name and only called "Childe", but no matter how forgetful Qin Xun was, he wouldn't even forget the voice of the girl who had picked out the utensils for him so quickly.

Naturally, he had to treat the girl's house politely, Qin Xun stopped, turned his head to look at the orange-clothed woman Lianbu moved lightly to him, and asked with a smile: "What's the matter with the girl?" ”

The woman in orange said softly: "I forgot to ask, I don't know your son's surname?" ”

"Don't be expensive, surnamed Qin, Qin Xun."

The woman in orange was surprised: "Is it the third son of General Qin's family?" ”

"I don't know who the girl is?"

"Father, Household Department Shangshu Guo Wenzhi." The woman in orange reported to herself, and said with a smile, "No wonder listening to the son's words is not only the official dialect of Chang'an, but also seems to have some Jiangnan accents. ”

He told his father that he didn't need to hold any reception banquet for him, and the ears of these officials and nobles were very pointed.

"Miss Guo praises falsely, Miss is the face of the flower moon, and she is angry." Anyone can say such polite words from you to and from me, and Qin Xun has no trouble coming and going.

"If you have a chance to know your son, if you have free time in the future, can you invite your son to talk about it?"

This girl is also very open, but it's a pity that he won't dare to be presumptuous under Qi Jing's nose in the future. Qin Xun thought so, and was still thinking about Uncle Wang of Jinyang, who had just entered the theater, and thought that he would send this Miss Guo away quickly, so he smiled politely: "Thanks to Miss Guo's love, but I am busy below, I am afraid that Miss will not be able to easily respond at this moment." ”

Miss Guo was also empathetic: "It's Guo Wei who is abrupt." ”

After sending Miss Guo away, Qin Xun went to a nearby sugar cake shop to buy a bag of candied fruit, and carried the purple sand teapot he bought for his grandfather in one hand and the candied paper bag in the other hand into the Peony Pavilion Theater.