Ping Qian nodded with a smile, and pointed to the food on the table again, "Miss, please use it slowly, the slave maid went out first." ”

"Okay." Jiang Shu smiled faintly, watched her walk out of the door, and gently picked up the dishes and chopsticks in front of her.

Due to the tossing and turning of more than half an hour, Jiang Shu didn't have much appetite, the table was full of food, and he only ate a little casually, then called Ping Qian to put away the dishes again, sat by the screen and read the medical book for a while, and went to bed early.

Early the next morning, she was woken up by the melodious sound of the chiming bell on the nearby dressing table.

As soon as he opened his sleepy eyes, a slight knock suddenly came from outside, accompanied by a shallow and crisp voice: "Miss, are you awake?" Just now, Fang Sile ordered someone to bring a letter over, saying that she and Shen Sile were called into the palace to play for the Queen Mother today, and they couldn't come to teach singing and dancing. The slave maid thought, anyway, there is nothing else to do today, if the young lady does not remember, she can sleep a little longer. ”

"Okay, I got it." Jiang Shu was sleepy, agreed in a daze, and fell asleep again.

When I woke up again, the chiming clock on the dressing table showed that it was already one o'clock at noon, less than an hour before Yu Jingrong said that the meeting time was not on time.

Jiang Shu was worried that he would miss this rare opportunity to meet if he went late, so he didn't bother anymore, quickly dressed and got out of bed, simply freshened up, ate some lunch that had already been prepared, and hurried out.

When they arrived near the Dongdan archway at the intersection of Chongwenmenli Street and East Chang'an Street, Yu Jingrong and Zhao Manqing had already arrived, and they were standing under the crowded archway and laughing in a low voice.

Seeing Jiang Shu coming from afar, Zhao Manqing immediately raised his arm and beckoned to her, and said in a throat: "Jiang Shu, this way, this side——! ”

Jiang Shu had actually seen the two of them a long time ago, but it just happened that a carriage passed in front of her, blocking the road ahead, so she didn't rush to make a sound.

When the carriage was far away, she hurriedly answered, strode through the crowd of people coming and going, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I'm late, so I made you wait for a long time, right?" ”

"No, it's not time yet, and we've just arrived." Yu Jingrong gently tugged at the corners of her lips and smiled softly at her.

"That's good," Jiang Shu breathed a sigh of relief slightly, took out a silk handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped the thin sweat on his forehead, "It's a hot day, since we've all arrived, don't wait until it's too late, let's go to paint the Spring Tower now." ”

"That's nature," Zhao Manqing tilted his head and smiled, "We are not fools, we can't stay here to bask in the sun." ”

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to take Jiang Shu and Yu Jingrong's arms, and strode north along the wide and straight Chongwenmenli Street.

It is said that the painting spring building that has just entered a batch of antiques is located one mile north of the Dongdan archway, and it is a three-story antique shop. The antiques displayed on each floor are divided according to their value, the first floor is the most ordinary, the second floor is of higher grade, and the third floor is priceless treasures.

Since the three of them were all young ladies from official eunuch families, they couldn't afford the things on the first floor, and the third floor was too valuable to buy at all, so they went directly to the second floor.

Just walked to the front row of cabinets, Zhao Manqing was first attracted by a dark white porcelain vase with red and black cracks in the most conspicuous position, raised his hand to point over there, and said excitedly: "Look at the plum vase of the brother kiln." ”