Compared with Wen Jin, his breathtaking peach blossom eyes are not big enough, but the one in front of him seems to be running around in the wind and sun, his skin is a little dull, and his eyebrows are too thick and black, which affects his appearance.

No, wait, why are these eyebrows a little unnatural? Liao Sangongzi glanced at it again, and saw the artificial traces, and the depiction turned out to be too coarse, so it was unnatural, destroying the harmony on the face.

If you take care of yourself carefully, will it overwhelm you?

Seeing Wen Jin glance over strangely, Liao Chengtian couldn't help but snort, hey, what are you thinking, a wild boy who does business, is also worthy of being compared with himself?

"Uncle Fan, if you haven't been here for a long time, my father must have missed you."

"Lord Governor has every opportunity, how dare Fan bother? Childe, don't go over it, whatever you want in the future, just send someone. ”

"Thank you, Uncle Fan!" Liao Sangongzi actually performed the junior ceremony, and his actions were not perfunctory at all, Wen Jin was surprised in his heart and saluted goodbye.

The Liao family's account room was already waiting, Fan Da shopkeeper asked Wen Jin to quote the price, the two sat outside the account room and waited for a while, and the manager of the account room respectfully sent the silver ticket.

Wen Jin removed the cost, a belt asked for an extra fifty taels of silver, she thought that the other party would bargain, and then she would give up twenty or thirty taels, and a belt could earn twenty taels, now when she saw the silver ticket, she couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded, but she didn't dare to show anything on the surface, and calmly gave the account manager a small piece of silver as a reward, she carefully put the silver ticket into her leather bag, said goodbye, and followed Fan Da out of Liao's mansion.

On the carriage back, Wen Jin automatically talked about the cooperation with Pomegranate Flower: "On my side, there is not so much money, besides, all the gold, silver, gems and jade materials are also provided by the Pomegranate Silver Building, presumably the big shopkeeper can see it, in the future, this belt will simply be sold by you, and it will be put in the Silver Building, and it will be put in the garment store, where do you see it is appropriate?" ”

"Hehe, Mr. Qian is generous."

"The big shopkeeper, it's still the same sentence, I can earn enough for myself, and the profit from your consignment sales will increase on my price, and I don't care how much."

"Then did you give me any part of today's offer?"

"Yes! Wen Jin said honestly, I thought that the account office would make a counteroffer, so I quoted it higher, but I didn't expect Liao Mansion to be so wealthy. ”

As he spoke, Wen Jin picked out a ninety taels from the silver ticket and handed it to the shopkeeper Fan: "This is a small filial piety today!" ”

"Huh, filial piety?"

If it is said that the remuneration, Fan Da's shopkeeper will become Wen Jin's employment, how dare Wen Jin support it like this, she also thought about this word before saying it.

The shopkeeper Fan pushed Wen Jin's hand back: "Today, I am taking a junior to visit the Governor's Mansion, the purpose is just to negotiate a business, if it is an ordinary place, there is no need for the old man to come forward, therefore, there is no need for your filial piety." ”

"Big shopkeeper, so our business is done?"

"Hmmm! Your heart is still too light, but fortunately, it just allowed me to leave enough face for the Governor's Mansion. ”

Wen Jin didn't know why, but later, when her belt was sold in the pomegranate shop, one of them added three or four percent more profit than today's price, and she understood what Fan Da shopkeeper meant.

Besides, Liao Sangongzi sent off the guests, so he went back and happily put on his favorite azure brocade robe, using dark green with white gold, and a belt inlaid with Hetian jade, to his mother Mrs. Liao, who was already twenty years old and had not yet decided to marry, all of which were too easy to provoke. He is the son of the Governor's Mansion, and a girl from a non-rich family can't be a good match, and how many girls from such a family are there in Jurong? Mrs. Liao loves her son very much, and she doesn't want her son to be wronged, so she naturally hopes that the woman will also be good-looking.

Today, the old lady of the Hong family of Jiangnan Weaving brought three Miss Sun to pass by Liangzhong Province and handed over a post to visit. This means that she wants to get married, so she and her son are ready to get ready.

Liao Sangongzi was a little in a trance, he really couldn't forget the eyes he saw just now, big and charming, black and bright and watery, if the woman he was dating today had such eyes, he would definitely nod immediately and should get married.

Mrs. Hong has always been conceited that her granddaughters are beautiful, but she didn't expect Liao Sangongzi to be a man like that, more charming than a woman, with white skin and red lips, watery eyes, and upturned tails of her eyes.

Mrs. Liao is basically satisfied with the eldest granddaughter of the Hong family, although she is not as delicate as her son, but she is not only delicate, but also has a heroic vitality, this appearance is the material that was born to be the mother of everyone, although her son is not the boss, but in the future, the government will be separated, will the wife not preside over the feed?

Liao Sangongzi knew in his heart that this was already the best ending, so he couldn't help but be a little frustrated, so he asked his mother to arrange it, and he wilted back to the bedroom.

Mrs. Liao felt sorry for her son and sent the most proud old mother around her to comfort her son.

"Son, you also know that if you marry a wife and marry a virtuous woman, if you meet a stunning beauty in the future, won't it be a concubine?"

Liao Sangongzi tried his best to calm his tone and said: "Go and tell my mother that I obey her arrangement, the daughter of the Hong family, it is already very rare." ”

Sent away Yu Mazi, Liao Sangongzi leaned on the soft couch, the little girl Qing'er carefully served the tea, stood aside with her hands down, saw the master's expression, rolled his eyes, and talked about the golden-eyebrowed hound in the house, just got a litter of puppies.

Liao Sangongzi was not interested, Qing'er changed several topics in a row, but it had no effect, and she was a little anxious: "Childe, have you noticed, the Qian Gongzi who came today to sell belts walked squirming, as if he was a woman." ”

"Really?" Liao Sangongzi suddenly raised his body, startling Qing'er.

"It looks like it!"

Liao Sangongzi smiled and kicked the little guy: "You can be naughty." ”

Thinking of such a charming pair of eyes, he couldn't help but be moved: "Go and give her the next post, a few sons in the Tenth Mansion will have a poetry meeting, let her come over." ”

"Yes!"

Liao Sangongzi's tendons are pumping, and Wen Jin is embarrassed, where will she make any poems? What is stored in her head, but they are all classics among the classics, just one sentence comes out, it is all passed down for centuries, and she is only in the second grade of primary school, which is too shocking.

However, if she said that she couldn't write poetry, she would become the object of ridicule from those noble sons, and it would be really embarrassing to die.

"Can I not go?" Wen Jin really couldn't find anyone to discuss, so she had to ask Zhou Danniang.

"No, this third prince Liao is very conceited, don't anger him."

"But I don't know how to write poetry."

Zhou Danniang thought for a while: "Don't you know how to sing songs?" ”

"But I can't sing well."

"It doesn't matter, Liao Sangongzi likes this very much, but he also sings in general, maybe you can get past it."

"Thank you, Danniang."

Wen Jin didn't expect that Liao Sangongzi just wanted to see if she was a man or a woman, and he didn't force her to compose poems, but she let her go a lot of ways.

Although Wen Jin does not apply grease and powder on weekdays, she sweats, and the unique fragrance of the girl still makes Liao Sangongzi's other little girl smell it.

What's more, girls are girls, if you have doubts, look carefully, there are flaws on the left and right, although Liao Sangongzi and his gang wrote poems and drank together, only let Wen Jin be a spectator on the side, but for a whole hour and a half, Wen Jin was in the sight of more than a dozen maids, how could she pretend to be flawless and not exposed?

Sending off the guests, Liao Sangongzi listened to Zhu'er Qing'er patting his chest and assuring that Wen Jin must be a woman's words, and laughed happily, he was forced by his father to read and write every day, and he was only occasionally allowed to go out hunting and playing, and the days were really boring, and now, when he suddenly heard such a novel and interesting thing, he couldn't help but want to tease Wen Jin.

He treats himself as a cat, and Wen Jin becomes a mouse under the cat's paws.

Thinking of Wen Jin's calm and calm appearance, and his panicked appearance after hearing that his identity was revealed, Liao Sangongzi couldn't help but want to laugh.

A few days later, Wen Jin received another invitation from Liao's mansion, this time to taste tea, tea and poetry and songs, but they were not separated, thinking that the last time they could get mixed up, Wen Jin was not so worried this time, and when the time came, he changed his clothes and went in an ox cart.

Wen Jin had no choice but to spend twenty taels of silver to make a new carriage, painted it with black paint, and cut some window flower patterns with red electric paper and pasted it on, otherwise, who can stand the pure black? But she couldn't find other colors of paint, and as a result, Zhou Danniang praised her very much, and she said that it was beautiful and atmospheric.

Wen Jin didn't think so, anyway, he went out and walked with those nobles' cars, so as not to lose his share.

Liao Sangongzi's tea party, opened in Liao's city outside the city, in the huge garden, an octagonal pavilion with arches and cornices, surrounded by hollow carved wooden boards on all sides, in order to keep warm, carved hoardings, are made of light powder fine silk paste, Wen Jin walked in, immediately felt warm as spring, and burned the charcoal basin.

"Mr. Qian, fortunately!" Liao Chengtian actually greeted him first, although he was sitting, he was very arrogant, which also surprised Wen Jin.

"Liao Gongzi is polite!"

Seeing that Wen Jin did not look flattered like others, Liao Chengtian was full of interest.

"Come on, come on, sit down and have tea, and try the new tea I just got." Liao Sangongzi is not a showman, in Minghu City, he has always been high, and there is no need to show off.

The young man of Chu beside Wen Jin doesn't have the momentum of Liao Gongzi, he probably thinks that he is a frequent visitor here, and Wen Jin is still a newcomer, but this is just a small businessman and a new face, just now he actually let Liao Sangongzi take the initiative to say hello, and he was very unconvinced.

"Do you know what kind of tea this is? Meng Gongguo's tribute used to be only used by the royal family and relatives. ”

Wen Jin looked at the tea soup: "Isn't this black tea?" ”

"Huh?" Liao Sangongzi was curious, and he only knew that this was called black tea.

Chu Gongzi was very unconvinced, and grabbed Bai and said: "Don't think that the tea soup is red, it is black tea." ”

Wen Jin ignored him.

Chu Gongzi whispered something to the little guy next to him, and after a while, the little guy came over with a small wooden box, Chu Gongzi opened it and looked at it, and put it in front of Wen Jin: "It seems that you know tea very well, tell me, what kind of tea is this?" ”

Wen Jin glanced at it, and in order to be correct, she also sniffed it carefully: "Oolong tea!" ”

Liao Sangongzi looked at Wen Jin in surprise, Chu Gongzi's uncle was an official in the South China Sea, and Minghu City had this tea, all of which were gifts from the Chu family to several people with heads and faces in Minghu City, how could this Qian Wenjin know?

Chu Gongzi's face was ugly, and the famous tea that his family regarded as a treasure even knew that even the merchants who were not in the stream knew that this face really couldn't be lost.

"It's like the truth, come, you can have a drink with everyone."

Wen Jin's anger was provoked, and she looked at the table: "Where's the tea set?" ”

Chu Gongzi's uncle sent a few sets of tea sets, but the teacups as big as wine cups were not used to them at all, and today, there was no preparation here.

"Qing'er, bring the tea set that Master Chu sent." Liao Chengtian doesn't think it's a big deal to see the excitement.

Qing'er answered, and ran out with a smoke.

Liao Sangongzi sat on the empty chair next to Wen Jin: "How do you know oolong tea?" We didn't sell it in Minghu City. ”

"The quality of the book is as hard as iron, the fragrance is as fragrant as orchid, and the color is black and green as ink."

Young Master Chu let out a sigh of relief.

Liao Sangongzi stared at Wen Jin with more and more interest: "You don't also learn to make tea from books, right?" ”

Wen Jin smiled slightly: "Why not?" ”

A few noble sons at the table, who were still discussing something in a low voice just now, were all attracted at this moment, and turned their heads to look at Wen Jin, they were very strange why Liao Chengtian wanted to invite such a low-status small businessman to the party, and at this time they felt that they had finally figured it out, although they didn't know much, but they were well-informed and had goods in their stomachs.

A Zhang Gongzi coughed lightly: "Chengtian, your tea set can't be held for a while, why don't we make some other games to play?" ”

"Okay, how about the poem?" Chu Gongzi heard Cheng Tian say that Wen Jin has not read books for a few years, guessing that she must not be able to write poetry, a businessman, even if he likes to read, it is impossible to chant poetry and paint every day, and pursue elegance.

Zhang Gongzi smiled and said to Chu Gongzi: "You say a charter." ”

"Naturally, it's one sentence." Another Li Gongzi said.

"That's not interesting." Young Master Chu smiled evilly and said to Wen Jin, "You are new here, let's show you your literary talents first, you write an upper run, and a few of us will have a lower run, how about it?" ”

"Isn't that okay?" Wen Jin frowned, and said in his heart, I said Shang Rong, don't you die of a few straw bales with embroidered pillows.

"There's nothing wrong with that, you say."

Wen Jin suddenly had the idea of being a prank, and asked with a smile: "Is the song okay?" ”

"Okay, tune, fill in the lyrics, compose poems, you can come." Zhang Gongzi is probably the highest Chinese of several people, and as soon as his words came out, he made Chu Gongzi glare.

Wen Jin pretended not to see it, she groaned slightly, and said:

"There are many stories in a small town

Full of joy and joy

If you come to a small town

The harvest is particularly rewarding

It looks like a painting

Sounds like a song

The realm of life is true, good and beautiful,

It is included here. ”

"Hahaha......" The noble sons around the table all stroked their palms and laughed: "What kind of song is this, there is no rhyme, the whole vernacular." ”

When they had laughed enough, Wen Jin knocked on the table seriously: "I'm filling in the tune, and now the most popular "Night of Minghu" can be filled with this word, if you don't believe it, ask someone to sing it again, won't you understand?" ”

Where was Gongzi Chu willing to believe Wen Jin's words, and beckoned: "Send someone to call the Qian'er girl from Hongyue Tower." ”

"No!" Li Gongzi pointed to his little servant with treasure, "Yumo, you come and sing." ”

Yumo blushed: "I, I didn't remember this son's words." ”

"Come, Mr. Qian, you say, I'll write it out." Li Gongzi's handwriting is good, one stroke of grass, hearty, and it will be done in an instant.

Yumo carefully put Wen Jin's words into the song sentence by sentence, and there were two inappropriate places, and Wen Jin quietly reminded them.

Qing'er finally brought the tea set, and Wen Jin scalded and washed the teapot, teacup, and fair cup with boiling water, and then prepared to make tea.

Yumo also practiced the song well, he took the small sandalwood board, and sang while knocking, Wen Jin carefully followed the tea-making technique he learned in his previous life, and served tea to several sons, and the flower hall was suddenly overflowing with the fragrance of tea, and the song was pleasant, and even the annoying Chu Gongzi was unconsciously intoxicated and forgot to provoke Wen Jin.

There was only half of the lyrics, and just when everyone was intoxicated, Yumo's singing stopped abruptly, and Li Gongzi was anxious: "Why don't you sing?" ”

"No words, no words, Mr. Qian only wrote half of it."

The people at the table just remembered that they wanted them to fill in the second half of the que, they laughed at Wen Jin just now, but they didn't want this big vernacular, put it in the tune, it turned out to be perfect and seamless, more fitting than the original words, they didn't laugh at this time, and pondered one by one.

Mr. Jin Nu's literary talent, how can these embroidered pillows be compared? Wen Jin saw that they were scratching their ears and cheeks one by one, but they couldn't fill it, and her heart was secretly happy.

Liao Chengtian felt that he had lost face and was a little annoyed, so he pointed at Chu Gongzi: "Chu Yun, you come to fill in the second half of the que." ”

Chu Gongzi's face turned red, he couldn't say a word, Wen Jin said that the first half of the que, which was not able to fight, and had no fixed rhyme, but he savored it carefully, and there was a unique charm during the flow, which really made it difficult for him to start.

Wen Jin didn't say a word, and seemed to be obsessed with making tea.

Liao Sangongzi stared at Wen Jin, and he didn't know if her tea-making technique was right, but this tea was much better than the one she brewed in a big cup, and there was almost no difference between the taste of a cup and a cup, it was difficult for her to control it just right, with this hand, no one of them could do it.

The sweat on Chu Gongzi's head came out, and he slapped the table angrily: "Qian Gongzi, how can people be right, there is no rhyme and no sentence structure, and you can't fight, just make it up, don't count, you have another one." Li Gongzi didn't agree: "The words of Qian Gongzi are the best with that tune, you don't need to fill in the new ones, just make up the second half, and let Yumo sing it to everyone, I think it's better than the original words of Minghu Night." ”

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