Lin Qingyu handed over the matter of calculating her father to Lin Shiyu, and she didn't know what to do when she stayed in Pear Blossom Courtyard every day, so An was a little weird.

Su Liyun instructed the kitchen to make lotus soup, and asked Fuchun to go to Lin Qingyu's house with a tray: "Since the matter in the garden, Ah Yan has been closed, isn't it afraid that Aunt Xiao will stumble?"

Saying this, Liu Ye's eyebrows furrowed, there was some pity and anger in her inky eyes, and she turned her eyes and asked Fu Chun: "Lin Shiyu was locked up in the ancestral hall and released?"

"The third lady has already come out, and I don't know what I'm busy with." Fu Chun sighed: "Aunt Xiao is becoming less and less concerned about people these days, and she also collided with Mrs. Zhao yesterday, and it's good that Miss doesn't go out."

"You can't ......always be stuffy every day" Su Liyun pursed her moist lips, she knew that Lin Qingyu had a soft temperament and didn't like to calculate with others, but this kind of character was really not conducive to being born in this big mansion.

The two stepped into Lin Qingyu's courtyard, passed by the faint bamboo chrysanthemum hedge, and walked along the verandah to her door, only to see Miao Gui and Xiao Tang standing guard at the door of the house.

"Auntie!" A trace of panic flashed on Xiao Tang's delicate face, and he was about to call Lin Qingyu, but was stopped by Fuchun.

Miao Gui was entangled for a moment, and only then did she let out a long breath and slumped her shoulders weakly at Shangfuchun's reassuring eyes. Miss, ask for your own blessings! It's not right to meet a man privately, she can't persuade her aunt to persuade her.

"Shhh

"Ah Yan." Su Liyun turned around and took the lotus seed soup, closed the door with a gentle smile, and walked over.

"Isn't my mother taking a nap at this time?" Lin Qingyu put down the brush, pressed the white paper with ink that had not dried, got up with a smile and pulled Su Liyun to sit at the table in the middle: "What a fragrant lotus seed soup."

"You picked it last year, remember?" Su Liyun touched Lin Qingyu's head dotingly, looked at the delicate face that was more delicate than a peach blossom, and sighed: "I was worried about you when you were naughty before, but now Anfen makes me worried."

"Don't I like to read and write? My father always said that he wanted me to be a talented girl. Lin Qingyu was foolish, she couldn't say that she took over the Su Gang's industry, and she was busy settling accounts and making money every day, running around to choose a new shop, and she didn't have the skills, right?

Su Liyun nodded with relief: "Your handwriting now is really beautiful." She remembered that she had just seen Lin Qingyu's words strong and powerful, but it was no worse than her uncle's son Lin Gu'an, who was full of poetry and books, and she was inevitably a little surprised: "I haven't seen you use that brush before, did you go out to buy it?"

"Yes, I bought it in Xuege, but unfortunately the store is closed." Lin Qingyu had some regret on her face, and her face was not red and her heart was not beating when she told lies.

In fact, the brush is made by the great calligrapher Miao Miao, and the materials used are all top-notch, which can be described as a hard to find. You can't do it unless you're noble.

It was also the meeting gift she received when she and Mu Jiuye met for the first time. It's just that she has been serving it on the shelf, and she has only taken it out for the past few days.

"Well, I still have to copy the Buddhist scriptures, you go out after eating the lotus seed soup to eliminate food, don't always lock yourself in the house." Su Liyun patted the back of Lin Qingyu's hand, seeing that the back of her fair hand was stained with some ink, and couldn't help but smile: "Wash your hands before eating."

"Okay."

After sending Su Liyun away, Lin Qingyu closed the door, and glared at the maid at the door by the way.

Miao Gui and Xiao Tang looked at the closed door and took two steps back, their hearts were very weak, and they looked at each other a little helplessly. I always feel like Miss is going astray.

"Come out." Lin Qingyu returned to the desk, opened the rice paper to the side, and took out a thick stack of ledgers from the bottom of the bookshelf. Not only did I not feel bored, but I felt that I was developing into a rich woman, and I felt a great sense of achievement.

Rolling up his big sleeves, the fair-skinned and round little hand-held pen scribbled a few strokes on the ledger. You don't need to take an abacus, you can calculate an approximate idea at a glance.

Meng Dong walked out of the curtain behind the bed, revealing a pair of black boots with some mud under his gray shirt, and a trace of embarrassment flashed on his handsome face: "Isn't Miss going to let Madame know what you are doing?"

"What's the matter? Lonely men and widows in the same room? Lin Qingyu glanced at Meng Dong with a smile.

Outside the window, the scene of late spring, only the lush leaves of the flowers and trees remain, which also adds a sense of tranquility.

Seeing Meng Dong frowning, he snorted, and played with a brush and pretended to be disdainful: "Don't think that I will take a fancy to you, you are not as good as me in terms of appearance, your identity is not as good as mine, and your wealth is not as good as mine, do you think I will have any thoughts about you?"

Meng Dong's face flushed, and he bent over with his eyes closed: "I didn't think much about it."

It's just that this is duplicity, Meng Dongsheng is fair-skinned and handsome, with a pair of apricot eyes that make his eyes look clear, and his facial features are also very good-looking, coupled with his thin body, he has a bit of a woman's beautiful posture, and it is inevitable that he will provoke a lot of right and wrong because of his appearance.

"These days, Zhao Changge is busy dealing with the exams of the Taixue Academy, so he doesn't embarrass you. You must have thought about it very clearly when you came to me today. Lin Qingyu didn't care, she flipped through a page between her fingers, knowing that Meng Dong was sensitive, she tried not to look at him: "What you said before is really good, but I haven't taken over the Yuelou yet, so you can go to the newly opened teahouse for me to keep an eye on it first."

"It won't give you much power, everything depends on your performance."

After all, it was her first step into the business, and she couldn't be sloppy at all, and she had to come up with her own means to give Yuelou a look at those restless. It's not okay to be self-contained, so this time she made a decision regardless of the eyes of others.

Meng Dong was relieved when he heard Lin Qingyu, and he was immediately overjoyed, and then he was puzzled: "The newly opened teahouse?"

"Well, Qing Shui Zhai next to Fuhua Pavilion." Lin Qingyu was still preparing to open, so she explained: "It will only open in early June, and there are still more than ten days to get acquainted with."

Meng Dong was also desperate to choose Lin Qingyu, but he also had inexplicable expectations for this young girl.

But at this time, he was also shocked by her words, and his expression was complicated: "Isn't Fuhua Pavilion a green building?" Opening a teahouse next to the Green House? ”

Meng Dong felt that he was killing himself.

"Wrong." Lin Qingyu leaned back on the stool, and her fingertips illuminated by the light clicked on the table, smiling lightly: "It is the best green building in Kyoto, non-noble and wealthy businessmen can't enter, the women inside are all the existence of the country and the city upside down, and the connection to treat the guests also depends on the joy and anger of those women."

"I've heard it." Meng Dong heard Lin Qingyu mention it, and sighed with emotion: "Fuhua Pavilion is known as Kyoto's fairyland, and those who enter it must be the dragon and phoenix among the people, and ordinary people are afraid that they have never even heard of it." I don't know what kind of powerful person the boss of Fuhua Pavilion is. ”

This kind of green building is easy to offend people, and the backstage is naturally not hard.

"It is said to be the property of Mu Guogong, and even the emperor and crown prince have been there...... Well, it's just rumors. Lin Qingyu touched her chin, a little depressed: "It's a pity that I can't make a deal with Mu Guogong with my identity, but I have other ways." In short, those curious gentlemen still have a good chance of coming to Qingshui Pavilion. ”

"The idea seems to be good...... Meng Dong was stunned, but he didn't know if it was feasible, although he didn't flatter, but he was still very surprised by Lin Qingyu's business mind.

Lin Qingyu pursed her lips and smiled, she had asked people to investigate before, and there were many people who went to Fuhua Pavilion intentionally or unintentionally, and they were all men with a solid family background. However, there are only a few rouge shops around Fuhua Pavilion, all of which are aimed at women, but unfortunately the rouge gouache used by the women of Fuhua Pavilion is very rare and expensive, and they look down on ordinary rouge gouache.

The woman who is not from Fuhua Pavilion will not come to buy rouge in front of the Qinglou, and this place is not a prosperous place, so naturally there is no rouge spread, so Lin Qingyu bought the shop at a very low price.

"This time, I can really only ask the ninth master." Lin Qingyu held her chin and sighed, she really didn't want to face Mu Jiuye, who had a powerful aura.