The first time Ziyuan came to Yin Puxuan's private house, she was surprised by Qi Jun and Yun Feixue. Although the knot had been solved, she still couldn't help but feel stuffy in her heart. As for what the stuffy feeling was, she was probably confused because of it.

Lin Zhenfang is sad.

The next day, Yin Puxuan took Yuluo out to do errands. Ziyuan sorted out her spices. After noon, she went to the spice market in Dongshi to purchase some scarce materials. In the evening, Yin Puxuan arrived home very late.

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Another day later, Yin Puxuan went out early again, leaving Ziyuan alone in the building. She was bored, but she did not dare to walk around Linzhenfang. She only went out to give Wei Shuang'er some small snacks here, and then

After chatting with the caring sisters all day, I returned to the backyard in the evening.

Yin Puxuan hasn't come back yet, and Yuluo isn't here either. Ziyuan doesn't know if anyone will come to deliver the meal. She can't stand it until she lights the lamp, but no one will care about her.

Ziyuan felt bored and hungry, and walked listlessly to the water-treading arch bridge, staring blankly at the remaining flaming clouds in the western sky.

There was a faint noise coming from the front yard, mixed with people's laughter. It sounded very lively, and there were also wisps of food aroma wafting up, which attracted the greedy asters.

The commotion and fragrance were tickling Ziyuan's itch at the moment. She couldn't care less, identified the path, and walked straight to the front yard.

Walking through the corridor and around the pillars, we soon arrived at the steamy kitchen. The dishwashers, ladles, and firewood choppers all pointed at Ziyuan, and each one said with their eyes, "Where did this beautiful girl come from?"

At this point, Ziyuan realized that she had forgotten to apply the salt-free scent.

Salt-free incense is a homemade spice that she created after she understood the incense-making method of "inducing fear with fragrance".

Any woman who wears this fragrance will be able to rule the country or the city. When men smell the scent, they will treat her like a village girl and a wild woman, and she will not be able to attract the attention of the opposite sex at all.

Therefore, Ziyuan has always been a flash in the eyes of men, like a person hiding in a corner, never attracting a man's attention, thus protecting her gentle and elegant appearance from being coveted by all kinds of thoughts.

Salt-free incense has always been effective, but it failed to work with Chen Lu. This is also a bittersweet thing for Ziyuan.

By chance, Mrs. Liu was entering the kitchen to smooth things over for Ziyuan.

"A bunch of gangsters waiting to die have nothing to do. You seem to be busy up front, but you are just slacking off at the back? Be careful, I will deduct your "hospitality" this month!"

All the kitchen workers turned back to work, and still glanced at Ziyuan unwillingly, as if they had never seen a woman before. They gave Mrs. Liu a few dead glances, and then they all started working honestly again.

Mrs. Liu hurriedly led Ziyuan to the aisle with an apologetic look on her face.

"Look at the old woman's memory! Before Xiao Yuluo left, she had told the old woman to serve a good girl. Look, people are forgetful. Today, a big guest came in front of us. With this busy work, the girl was left out in the cold.

La, girl, please go back to your room first, and I will bring dinner to you right now."

Ziyuan waved her hands and lied: "It doesn't matter, I'm not very hungry either."

"Then how can it be done? What's the point of this? The old lady will do something about it immediately!"

At this time, bursts of cheers came from the other end of the aisle, from both men and women, but there were more female voices, as if they were cheering for someone.

Ziyuan was very curious and asked Mrs. Liu: "What kind of distinguished guest came in front of you, asking for favors like this?"

Mrs. Liu rolled her eyes and immediately understood Ziyuan's thoughts.

"The old woman is really old. It's better to go to our private room to eat alone in the back. There are distinguished guests today, and it's very lively in front. The old woman will show off first, not to mention who it is. Let's go and go, the girl will follow her mother-in-law.

Go up to the second floor."

Ziyuan couldn't wait to join in the fun, since she was in the private room anyway, so no one would notice her, so she followed Mrs. Liu out of the kitchen, turned around a brocade-woven bird-facing-phoenix screen, and climbed up the steps along the tapestry.

Second floor.

Some sharp-eyed guests in the lobby on the first floor had already caught sight of Ziyuan. A dozen pairs of drunken fat eyes suddenly opened wide, and they dragged her lustfully, straight into the private room on the side, and looked at her with scratching eyes.

Cut off by wall panels.

They thought that the private room was not accessible to ordinary people. The beautiful woman must have a good background. Either she was summoned by some master, or she was attracted by the children of some aristocratic family.

Naturally, these individual tourists downstairs couldn't bear to enjoy the meal. They reluctantly swallowed the hazelnuts dripping from the corners of their mouths and continued their own expensive pastime.

After entering the private room, Ziyuan felt that the burning sensation on her skin was blocked, and breathed a long sigh of relief.

Mrs. Liu invited her to sit down. There were four colors of tea on the elegant mahogany square table. Mrs. Liu now made a pot of spring tea, asked Ziyuan to wait a moment, and then turned around and went out to prepare the food and drinks.

The private room is not big, with only a square table and four chairs. The windows are open and gauze curtains are hung. The gauze curtains are light and thin, so you can clearly see the stage and the hall, but it is difficult for people below to see what is behind the gauze curtains.

The private room next to it seemed to be empty, and there was no sound coming from it. Ziyuan suddenly felt at ease.

She simply pulled her chair to the window and picked up a piece of golden shortbread.

The crisp silk melts in your mouth, and the light jasmine fragrance wraps around your tongue, making you feel refreshed.

Ziyuan felt happy and looked downstairs carefully.

Fifty or sixty Eight Immortals tables were spread out in a fan shape around the stage in the hall. The tables were full of food and wine, and there were many guests everywhere.

Judging from the costumes, all the guests came from well-to-do families, and not all of them were men. Women accounted for nearly 40% of the guests, and almost all of them were crowded into the highest-priced seats.

The guests were concentrating on watching the tricks on the stage, and almost no one said anything. Ziyuan turned her attention to the stage and saw a hunched old woman caressing a fish tank in front of a case.

There was a goldfish in the old woman's water tank, and the fish circled around her wrinkled hands, around and around.

Ziyuan was wondering what the trick was, but it seemed nothing strange. She felt that if she continued to watch it, the guests would be hypnotized.

Suddenly, a flower appeared before my eyes, water splashed everywhere on the stage, and a tank full of red roses popped out of the fish tank. The green branches seemed to be still growing, and the petals were blooming, bending the branches heavily.

The splashed water was about to spill on the guests sitting in the front row. The old woman gently hooked her finger, and somehow, the water droplets turned into copper coins, which made the guests laugh and bend down.

Go pick up the lottery, cheers, applause, and whistles come and go.

Ziyuan originally thought that this was the end of the trick, but she didn't expect that the best part was yet to come.

I saw the old woman walking sideways away from the stage and bowing to the cheering guests to thank her. Perhaps because she was old and unable to stand firmly, she staggered two steps and fell off the stage.

All the guests in the audience exclaimed, watching as the old lady was about to throw her head down onto a handsome young man who was nearest the stage. The young man was not hesitant, stood up and took two steps to meet the old man, and opened his arms to pick up the old man.

Unexpectedly, the old woman suddenly did a forward somersault when she was about to land. When she landed, she was already soft in the young man's arms.

Everyone looked again, and there was no trace of the old woman anywhere. Leaning in the scholar's arms was clearly a beautiful woman.

At this time, the atmosphere in the whole place was completely heated up. People were shouting, shouting, and jealous, fearing that they would be suppressed by others.

The young man was surprised and happy, but he was not stingy. He straightened the woman upright generously, stretched out his hand to hold her catkin, raised it above his head, and pointed at the beauty's face with his other hand, directing all the cheers from the audience to her.

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The acrobatic girl walked around the rivers and lakes, and she was also a generous person. When she got tired of the shouts from the guests, she bowed Yingying to the young master.

"I heard Mr. Shao's name a long time ago, and it really struck my ears like thunder. Wan'er is lucky to meet him today."

"Miss Wan'er is so good at it, Jin Qiu has really opened up her horizons today." Shao Jinqiu returned the gift with a circled hand, and then extended his hand to the book boy behind him. The book boy immediately put the prepared large silver ingot into Shao Jinqiu's hand.

However, Wan'er waved her hands repeatedly: "Money is an external possession, and the slave family does not care about it. If the master intends to reward the slave family, it is better to reward the slave family with this."

Before she finished speaking, a folding fan came out of Wan'er's hand. She unfolded it gently. The fan was clear and quiet. It was obviously for Shao Jinqiu's talent and preparedness.

This could be considered as scratching Shao Jinqiu's itch. He was drunk, smiled heartily, and stretched out his hand to the book boy: "Bring it here."

This is something that the master and servant have a tacit understanding of. One "brings it" and the other delivers it to the study room.

But the book boy was panicked. This trip was just for fun and he didn't bring any pen and ink. He was about to turn around and ask the store to borrow it when Wan'er shouted "Stay" and turned his left hand, and there was already a small inkstone in his palm.

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This girl was eyeing him. Shao Jinqiu smiled again: "You have ink but no pen. Can't the girl ask the boy to write with his fingers?"

Wan'er smiled and said: "Isn't the wolf in the master's sleeve?"

Shao Jinqiu returned his hand and took it out. Sure enough, there was a wolf hair stuck in his left sleeve pocket. He took out his pen and tapped Wan'er with the tip of the pen. Wan'er responded with a smile of "Let's see what you can do to me."

Holding the cuff of his right hand with his left hand, he dipped it in fragrant ink. After thinking for a moment, Shao Jinqiu drew a few strings of wild grass on the fan with his pen, and finally asked: "The girl's name is Wan'er. I wonder what her surname is?"

Wan'er replied: "The full name of the slave family is Ru Wan'er."

Shao Jinqiu wrote her name again, then took the personal invitation handed over by the book boy, pressed it firmly on the signature, and finally blew on the fan. Ru Wan'er raised her hands to take a look, and the sunset suddenly filled her cheeks.

All the male guests on the left and right were shouting and making noises.

"What love poem did you write?"

"It's been decided privately for life?"

"Where are we meeting tonight?"

"I'll give you one hundred taels of silver, show it to me!"

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Ru Wan'er was not upset, she just closed her fan with a swipe, and then sang loudly: "Look!"

He pointed his hand upwards, and colorful ribbons shot out from his cuffs, and colorful smoke rose from under his skirt.
Chapter completed!