Lu Nanfeng nodded.

"Miss Meng just went to another box to hear the book, you can go and have a look."

So Lu Nanfeng went to the place pointed by the shopkeeper again.

As soon as he walked to the door, he saw a familiar figure coming out of the box next to him.

Meng Kun also saw Lu Nanfeng at a glance, and he sneered, "Yo, isn't this my Meng family's son-in-law? Why don't you go back to the house now, and come here to listen to the book? Is this a place where you can come and have fun?"

Lu Nanfeng was expressionless, and he didn't move when he stood in the corridor.

Meng Kun glanced suspiciously at where he was standing, walked over directly, lifted the curtain, and found that there was no one inside. So he was even more sure that Lu Nanfeng had come here to listen to the story.

"Second Master Meng is leisurely and elegant." Lu Nanfeng said lightly.

Meng Kun didn't say much, he shouted, and the shopkeeper immediately ran up.

Meng Kun said domineeringly: "Shopkeeper, anyone in your place can come in now, right?"

The shopkeeper broke out in a cold sweat, and only an embarrassed smile remained.

Meng Kun: "Immediately blast this little white face away! Otherwise, this place will be dirty and won't come in the future."

Meng Kun likes this teahouse very much, and he is very generous when he soaks here for an afternoon. For the shopkeeper, this is a big cash cow.

So the shopkeeper looked at Lu Nanfeng and was about to speak, but was interrupted by Lu Nanfeng.

Lu Nanfeng also saw that there was no one in this box just now, presumably Meng Zhiyi had already left. But if Meng Kun knew that Meng Zhiyi had been in this box just now, he would definitely think about it again.

"Second Master Meng, if you are dirty in the place where I have stayed, then I am afraid that there will be no place for you to stay in the Meng Mansion in the future."

"Dare to talk back? Who gave you the guts? Eat my Meng family's drink my Meng family's still can't learn to be low. It seems that Zhiyi is too tolerant of you, I have to teach you a good lesson, otherwise you will really regard yourself as the master of the Meng family."

"Someone." As soon as Meng Kun's words fell, four courtyards immediately appeared behind him.

"Teach this little white face who came to the door a good lesson."

The four guards received Meng Kun's order and immediately surrounded Lu Nanfeng.

The shopkeeper was a little flustered and wanted to admonish, but knowing Meng Kun's personality, he could only take two steps back in fright.

Lu Nanfeng's expression remained unchanged, and he still looked cold. I saw that he changed the snack paper bag in his hand to another hand, and he was already ready to defend himself.

At this moment, Escort Zhang walked up from downstairs.

"Second Master." He hugged his fist at Meng Kun, "The shopkeeper is here. My eldest lady wants to pack some snacks from you here to take home."

The shopkeeper nodded again and again, and hurriedly slipped away, "Okay, I'll let someone prepare it immediately."

Meng Kun asked, "Where is Meng Zhiyi?"

Zhang Huwei replied, "The eldest lady is waiting in the carriage."

He turned his head to look at Lu Nanfeng again, "Why is my uncle here?"

Lu Nanfeng didn't speak.

Meng Kun's gaze swept between the two of them, and he quickly brushed away the idea in his heart that Meng Zhiyi had come over to relieve Lu Nanfeng.

Meng Zhiyi should have just passed by and was greedy.

Meng Kun is inexplicably a little weak-hearted, he has been establishing a stable image of a housekeeper recently, how can he come to a place like a teahouse for recreation?

"Ahem, I just happened to come over to buy some tea. Well, I'll go first."

"Second Master walk slowly." Zhang Huwei was very respectful.

Soon there were two people left on this side of the corridor, and Zhang Huwei was about to go downstairs when he saw Lu Nanfeng stretching out his hand.

"Give this to her."

Escort Zhang glanced at the paper bag in her hand, and a distant memory suddenly flashed in his mind, as well as Lu Nanfeng's "Zhizhi......

"Okay."

Guard Zhang took the paper bag and walked downstairs, with the shopkeeper ready

snacks and took back to the carriage together.

"Miss, the second master has left."

Guard Zhang handed her the snack paper bag in his hand.

Dong Solstice took it, "Why did Zhang Huwei buy so much?"

"Hmm."

Escort Zhang replied vaguely, then lowered the curtain and let the coachman hurry.

In the window on the second floor of the teahouse, Lu Nanfeng only glimpsed the corner of the exquisite clothes, and she couldn't see what her expression would be when she learned that these snacks were bought by herself.

Will you be angry and won't want to eat? Luckily, she didn't throw out the snacks until the carriage was gone.

In the carriage, the winter solstice tasted all the snacks first, and then tried them with silver needles.

"Girl, why do we have to go back to the front of the teahouse?"

Meng Zhiyi's eyes withdrew from the gap in the carriage curtain, "Aren't you going to go that street to buy something?"

"But let's get closer from where we just now."

Meng Zhiyi didn't answer this, and pointed to the dim sum in the paper packet, which was different from other paper packets and was obviously of inferior quality, "I'll try this." z.br>

Winter Solstice's attention was diverted, and he handed Meng Zhiyi a piece of the paper-wrapped snack, "This taste is indeed mellow and soft."

Meng Zhiyi nodded, tasted it very delicious, and ate three pieces in a row.

The carriage was waiting aside, and Meng Zhiyi accompanied the winter solstice to buy what she needed.

It's been a long time since I came out, Meng Zhiyi felt the fireworks, and only felt that it was quite good.

"Girl, come and see this." Dong Solstice said, pointing to a handicraft stall.

These are all kinds of animals made by the hawkers out of bamboo, which are lifelike and very realistic.

Meng Zhiyi was also attracted to the past.

At this time, Xu Chunrou, who had just come out of the shop, was about to get into the carriage when she was told by the maid that Meng Zhiyi was here.

Xu Chunrou immediately stopped and walked over.

"Miss Meng, what a coincidence."

Xu Chunrou stood behind her and shouted softly.

Meng Zhiyi heard the sound and turned his head to look, "Miss Xu."

After finishing speaking, her eyes did not shy away from looking at Xu Chunrou's body, and finally took a few more glances at the exposed skin on her neck.

This invisible humiliation made Xu Chunrou's face change greatly, and she almost couldn't hold back her mentality.

"What are you looking at?" She asked.

Meng Zhiyi said lightly: "Oh, that is, I heard that Miss Xu was sick some time ago, and there are rumors outside, I am curious."

Xu Chunrou gritted her teeth and looked at Meng Zhiyi with a grim look in her eyes.

Meng Zhiyi smiled, "Miss Xu, are you okay now?"

"I'm fine."

Meng Zhiyi nodded, "That's good."

Xu Chunrou: "......"

She almost turned around in anger, forgetting what she had come here for. Fortunately, reason pulled her back and made her smile properly.

But immediately, Meng Zhiyi's words made her unable to collapse again, "Miss Xu, you still have a scar on your face!" Why don't you apply it without ointment?"

Speaking of this, Xu Chunrou was even more angry, this kind of ointment is only available in the Meng family, and it was her mother who got half a box from a person who bought it, and barely wiped it on her.

Unfortunately, that wasn't enough.

No, Xu Chunrou came out today just to see a woman from the Liu family, and I heard that she still has it in her hand. However, the woman just now also opened her mouth, which made her suffer a big loss.

That breath hasn't smoothed down yet, and he was actually angry like this by Meng Zhiyi.

Xu Chunrou was angry, "Otherwise, the eldest lady of the Meng family will sell me some ointment?"

Meng Zhiyi's expression was cold, and he looked like he was charitable, "It's not impossible. A box of a thousand taels."

It turned out to be more expensive than the woman in the Liu family!

Xu Chunrou broke her voice, "Meng Zhiyi, why don't you grab it."

Meng Zhiyi's expression turned cold, "I don't have as many hands as the Xu family, and I like to do some things like stealing chickens and touching dogs."

"What do you mean? You don't want to spew blood."

"Why are you so excited?" Meng Zhiyi glanced at her, glanced at her face with disgust, and then left with the winter solstice.

Xu Chunrou clenched her fists and looked at Meng Zhiyi's back with a gloomy face.

Seeing this, Escort Zhang on the side hurriedly walked directly behind Meng Zhiyi and blocked her vision.

"Girl, why didn't I see the scar on Miss Xu's face?" Winter Solstice asked quietly.

"I didn't see it either."

Winter Solstice: "........" She paused for a moment and laughed. The girl is mighty."

"Hurry up and buy it, your girl is tired of walking and wants to rest."

Meng Zhiyi pointed to a small shop in front of her, which sells goat's milk and soy milk, and she plans to sit here and rest, so she won't go shopping with the winter solstice.

"The girl will rest for a moment." Dong Solstice said as he waved his hand at Guard Zhang, "Guard Zhang, the girl will be handed over to you, I'll be back immediately."

"Hmm." Zhang Huwei moved and stood behind Meng Zhiyi.

Meng Zhiyi had already asked for a bowl of steaming soy milk and sat on the small bench.

The stall owner also knew Meng Zhiyi, "Miss Meng, you haven't been here for a while."

"yes, it's cold and I don't want to go out."

The stall owner put the soy milk in front of Meng Zhiyi, "Then I want to drink it in the future and tell the villain, and I will ask my son to send it to the house for you."

"Your son is back?"

The stall owner was very happy, and his expression was a little show-off, "I'm back, I'm back for a few days, and he doesn't want to let him study at home, so he has to come over to help."

"Yes, you can't just read the books of the sages." Meng Zhiyi praised.

The stall owner grabbed the back of his head and laughed, and went to greet the other customers.

"Escort Zhang also sat down and had a drink?" Meng Zhiyi tasted it, and it was still the same old taste.

"Nope." Zhang Huwei shook his head and stood up straight.

Meng Zhiyi took a sip of it, and at this time, he suddenly heard the sound of angry scolding from the table over there.

"What the hell, so fishy!"

One man shouted and smashed the bowl to the ground, splashing soy milk all over the floor.

Meng Zhiyi saw a younger man with a blushing face and a thick neck staring at the person who threw the bowl, a little at a loss, as if he didn't expect that there would be such a person in the world.

It should be the stall owner's son, presumably he has never dealt with such a thing. Such people.