"Singer..."
"Huh?" The little girl was drowsy, the lady was so comfortable, soft and warm, I really wanted to sleep...
"I'm hungry, go get me something to eat. It should be light, not too sweet. It's better to add some sweet-scented osmanthus, and go right away."
The little girl was angry and smashed her head with her head: "Miss, you are not true love!"
The little girl couldn't be tired today. She suspected that her young lady must be taking revenge. Didn't she just want her to get up early? Doesn't she just like to watch the fun? Do you use this
woo woo woo...
After Linger finished cooking for Zhao Zimu, Zhao Zimu only took a few mouthfuls, and Linger took care of the rest. After Linger had eaten enough, Zhao Zimu said that the clothes were old, and asked Linger to show her some new sets of cloth.
So Linger was so busy, she chose the fabric and color, the color and the pattern, and the pattern for the style... She was so tired that she couldn't move her little hands.
So Linger went to bed early this morning. There is no way that Linger loves to play but still cares about her young lady.
It's just... Zhao Zimu couldn't help laughing when she saw the bowl of preserved egg lean meat porridge in front of her. This little girl wanted to take revenge on her. She knew she didn't like what the chef of Chitose Mansion made, and even brought a bowl of preserved egg lean pork porridge on purpose. To her, it's to tell her she's tired so you'll be fine tonight! Is that what you mean
She ignored the things in front of her, and rummaged through her clothes to find the most plain robe, which basically had no patterns. After wearing it, no one would recognize it as a woman's style as long as she didn't deliberately wear it. She decorated her face, and tied her long hair with a ribbon behind her head, so that no one would see her as a woman.
After doing all this, Zhao Zimu left Qiansui Mansion without knowing it, and went to the most lively place in the imperial city.
Fengya Pavilion is an elegant place in the imperial city, dedicated to those literati who like to dance and play.
This is different from other places. Others open restaurants, teahouses or brothels, and there are no other tricks. But the sales here are different. What they sell here is color art. To put it bluntly, it is color and art.
There are beautiful women here, and they also provide some skills for the literati, such as playing the piano, singing, and singing and dancing. The girls here only sell their arts, not their bodies. Many literati like to come here to spend money, no matter what it is for.
Of course, if there is a girl who is willing to go with you, it is not impossible. As long as the pavilion master agrees and pays the ransom, you can take the girl with you. The biggest difference between this place and Hualou is that the girls here are all innocent.
The owner behind the Fengya Pavilion is very mysterious, and his ability is not small, otherwise such a place could not be opened.
Sitting in a private room, Zhao Zimu neither called a girl nor asked for any refreshments. He directly said to Xiao Si here: "Please tell your steward that I want to see Aunt Qing."
Although Xiao Si was confused, he went back to report immediately. After all, the people in Feng Ya Ge are still very qualified.
Zhao Zimu didn't wait long before the door was opened, and a woman in colorful clothes broke in, followed by a maid.
The woman didn't seem to see her, so she lowered her head and walked to her table and sat down, picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip in her mouth.
"Gong... Palace..." The maid stammered.
Zhao Zimu: "..." His face darkened, it was her cup.
She tapped the table in front of her with her fingertips, making a clear kowtow sound, the woman raised her head, and a face of Furong appeared in front of Zhao Zimu.
Pink like a hibiscus emerging from water, bright like a begonia at the beginning, two crescent moon and dark eyebrows, a pair of bright eyes with autumn water, a straight nose, red lips slightly pursed, this is a peerless beauty.
It's just that this beautiful lady's face was full of anger and grievance. She was stunned when she saw Zhao Zimu. The little maid next to her pulled on the hem of her clothes: "Gong... Little, miss, there is someone here."
Before she could speak, another voice came from the door, still a little anxious: "Qimei, don't go, this place is really not what you imagined!"
When Situ Yuanxiao came in, he saw his seventh sister and a man sitting across from each other, all staring at him, uh, what's the situation.
Situ Yuanxiao looked at the situation in front of him a little confused, and called out carefully, "Seventh sister?"
He still remembered how her little sister was so angry that she was about to cry just now. He didn't dare to provoke her again. If she went back and complained in front of her mother, he would not be able to eat and walk away.
This woman represents the seventh daughter of Emperor Jing Hui, and Princess Jing Situ Ning'an.
Situ Yuanxiao originally saw his little sister gloomy, so he thought of secretly taking her out to relax. Fengya Pavilion was a place he frequented, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with it. He called someone to play the piano for them, but his little sister was caught Mistaking him for fun, he was so angry that he was about to cry, so he left him and ran out.
Although this little sister Situ Ning'an was not the same mother as him, her mother also loved her very much.
Zhao Zimu's face was a little cold when she saw Situ Yuanxiao, she naturally recognized that this person was the fifth prince of the dynasty, and this person had meddled in Lin Qing's death in his previous life.
Zhao Zimu said coldly, "You have gone to the wrong place, this is not your room, please leave."
"Ah..." The girl who seemed to be aggrieved seemed frightened, hiccups that had been in her throat, and then the expression on her face seemed to be broken, all grievances and anger were revealed, wow I cried.
The seventh princess was very sad. Originally, she was very unhappy when she heard the mother concubine said that she had a relationship with the princess. She begged the fifth brother to take her out to relax. I didn’t expect the fifth brother to bring her to such a place and meet such a fierce person. !
The seventh princess was crying, and regardless of the tears on her face, the fifth prince Situ Yuanxiao, who was often not afraid of trouble, panicked, and the cold-hearted Zhao Zimu also froze.
No one has taught her (he) how to comfort a woman who wants to cry wholeheartedly. What should I do? Is it enough to wait for her to cry? The two thought in unison.