The mist and rain are hazy and the long street is wet.
The Song residence was filled with joy, with big red wedding characters pasted on the door bars and window lattices.
Under the eaves of the corridor, a number of ivory crabapple-shaped lanterns with twined branches are hung high, and bird cages of various colors are hung on the eaves, including fairy birds and magpies.
Wei Ziyuan held an oil-paper umbrella, and his dark figure blended into the cold rain.
A maid saw this and hurried forward to take the umbrella: "Where are you going, Steward Wei? I will accompany you there."
Since the day when he tried the medicine, Wei Ziyuan almost fell seriously ill. Old Madam Song, in recognition of his contribution in saving her master, assigned two maids to serve him and promoted him to be the manager.
Wei Ziyuan was not used to having other people serve him closely, so he just let the two of them wait at the door.
Hearing the maid's voice, Wei Ziyuan did not hand over the umbrella. The whole garden was full of colorful flowers and green willows.
The little maid chattered: "Does Steward Wei want to go to the front yard? I heard that it is very lively there. Our girl's dowry alone is enough..."
Wei Ziyuan glanced coldly.
The little maidservant immediately fell silent and stood there in a daze.
Wei Ziyuan was too lazy to pay attention. The hustle and bustle in the mansion was annoying, so he went to the stable, mounted his horse, and left the mansion.
After being sick for several days in a row, Wei Ziyuan was in much worse health than before. After running for just a cup of tea, he could no longer bear it.
Helpless, he had to find a restaurant and leave the horse in its backyard.
The bluestone path is covered with moss and cold fog.
The window with flower-shaped ornaments was propped up high, and pedestrians could be vaguely seen walking downstairs. Wei Ziyuan ordered some wine and sat by the window.
A lonely shadow stood beside the marble table, silent and quiet.
Maybe because it was raining, there were not many customers in the restaurant, and Wei Ziyuan was the only one on the second floor.
Seeing that he was dressed elegantly, with his jewelry and jade sleeves jingling, the waiter thought he was some young man who had run into trouble and came out to drown his sorrows in a drink.
He smiled and brought a plate of braised beef: "Sir, you must try our braised beef. I'm not bragging, but our braised beef is..."
The silent figure under the window suddenly looked up, his amber eyes were so cold and intimidating.
The waiter felt a chill down his spine and dared not say anything more. He brought the braised beef and hurried downstairs.
He was walking so fast that he almost bumped into a figure. He hurriedly apologized: "I was blind and didn't see the girl. I hope the girl won't blame me."
The maid glared at him and said, "You are so impatient. This is how you do things. Fortunately, it was me who got hit. If it was our daughter, I'll see how many heads you have to pay for it."
The waiter nodded and bowed.
Su Zhi said gently, "I don't blame you, go ahead." She looked at the maid and said, "Why are you making such a fuss? If mother knew about this, she wouldn't let me go out again."
The maid bowed her head unwillingly: "The young lady is a rich girl, and the lady doesn't let her go out because she is afraid that she will cause trouble. Let's not talk about anything else. Last time, the young lady was fishing on the pleasure boat. Not only did she catch someone, she even brought the person back to the mansion. If it weren't for that..."
The maid suddenly stopped and rubbed her eyes, "Miss, am I dazzled? How come I saw Manager Wei?"
Su Zhi's eyes lit up: "Wei Ziyuan, where is he?"
It was foggy and rainy, and Wei Ziyuan was sitting alone under the window. There were several wine jugs scattered on the table. His amber eyes looked over lazily, without any sign of drunkenness.