Feng San's newcomer's leather mask was quickly made, Li Yuan helped him find a new identity, and later followed her as Lou Qingwu's servant again.
In mid-March, the child was five months old. After that night, Lou Qingwu seemed to be fulfilling her promise of "If you don't hear about this, you will give birth to the child well". In a word, the matter of finding Feng Yege was no longer mentioned.
It's just that Feng San still found out that Madam has a new habit, that is, apart from sewing small clothes for the little master one after another, she will stay in a century-old teahouse in Xiliang for half an hour every morning and evening.
After such a long time, Feng San finally couldn't help asking.
When Mei Yu heard this, she gave Feng San a hard slap: "Don't ask too many questions if you have nothing to do, and work hard. Madam likes to eat sour food recently, so you can ask the shopkeeper to serve another bowl of sour plum soup."
After being yelled at by her, Feng San didn't dare to ask any more questions, and went down anxiously.
Don't ask him what he dare not ask
They are now sitting in the box on the second floor of the century-old tea house, which is next to the street. Looking through the window, they can see busy people facing the morning light. At the end of Qingshi Road, there is a piece of red brick and glazed tiles. The majestic palace is solemn and solemn. At this time, the Suzaku Gate slowly opened, and the people who came to the early court slowly stepped in. After the courtiers had finished entering, the Suzaku Gate was closed again.
Lou Qingwu watched quietly, with a gloomy look in her eyes following the closing of the palace gate.
Gently letting out a sigh of relief, she lowered her eyes and continued to look at the tea in her hand. A young leaf was blown by the cool wind, rolled over and stopped moving. Lou Qingwu stared at her own reflection inside, and pushed the cup away very slowly.
Mei Yu said at the right time: "Madam, the tea is cold, how about another cup of hot one?"
Lou Qingwu shook her head: "No need." She didn't come here for tea, but just wanted to visit every day, after all, this was the closest place to him.
Mei Yuhang moved her hand by her side, and said dumbly: "Why is Feng San so slow, madam, I'll go and see him!"
Lou Qingwu waved her hand, and Mei Yu went out immediately. When she reached the door, she wiped away the red circles under her eyes and rubbed them hard to make her eyes look normal. Then she went downstairs to look around, but she didn't see Feng. Three, she frowned, and walked around to the back kitchen, where she saw that Feng San was arguing with someone with a thick neck: "What do you mean without it? It is there every day on weekdays, why is it gone today? Besides, What's that behind you?!" Behind the chef there was still half a pot of sour plum soup, but he dared to open his eyes and say it was gone? !
The shopkeeper was frightened by Feng San. Although they are a tea house, they also provide pastries and some soup on weekdays. He knows this master. They have come back every day for the past half month, but today... "This is really true. I'm really sorry, but the sour plum soup was made by Madam Shang Shu today, I really dare not sell it to you again!"
Feng San was annoyed: "Can she drink so much by herself?"
The shopkeeper shrank his neck, glanced outside, shook his head, but then nodded again.
Feng San frowned, and was about to speak again, but was pulled back by Mei Yu, who then looked at the shopkeeper and the chef behind him: "What do you mean by shaking your head and nodding?"
Maybe Mei Yu's attitude was much gentler, the shopkeeper breathed a sigh of relief, and then said quickly: "It's like this, Mrs. Shang Shu also likes to drink sour plum soup, but every time she comes, she will pack everything, what does she mean? That is, she doesn’t like others to share with her.”
Mei Yu also frowned: "Can't she finish drinking?"
The chef poked his head over, swallowed his saliva and answered in favor of the shopkeeper: "It's..."
Feng San's violent temper directly came up again: "Who does she think she is? She eats alone! It's a waste! I don't care, my wife wants to drink, you sell me a bowl!"
How could the shopkeeper dare to offend Lord Shangshu's wife, he shook his head again and again: "My lord, please do me a favor, I really can't afford to offend Shangshufu!"
Feng Sanhu stared: "Then you offended us?!"
The shopkeeper murmured twice and didn't dare to speak out. In fact, he didn't dare to offend anyone. He might not know which one has status. However, it seems that the lady doesn't make much noise and has a soft temper, so I can't think about it. It's too embarrassing for them, after all, that Mrs. Shangshu is a well-known savage and willful master in the capital.
Feng San was annoyed by his appearance, Mei Yu frowned, and pulled Feng San: "Don't make trouble, we'll talk about it when we go back."
Feng San was not reconciled: "But..."
Where did his wife suffer such grievances? !
If the Lord knows this... Thinking of the current situation, Feng San just gritted his molars, damn it, what the hell Mrs. Shangshu, he wrote it down!
Going back to the box sullenly, Feng San's expression was very bad, Lou Qingwu's eyes moved back from the palace gate, and their eyes fell on the two of them: "What's wrong?"
Mei Yu made a haha: "It's nothing, it's just that the sour plum soup is gone, Feng San is just puffing herself up."
Lou Qingwu didn't care: "I don't have to drink it, it's gone if you don't have it." Her eyes fell on the palace gate again, and when she saw the palace gate opened again, Lou Qingwu's eyes lit up slightly, but she just walked out with the courtiers, But there is still no one she is familiar with, and it is true to say that she is not disappointed. She wants to see him, and she wants to see him urgently. When she came here, she still had the idea that he might leave the palace, right
With a look of sadness hanging down his eyes, Lou Qingwu let out a mouthful: "Let's go."
Picking up the hat gauze at the side, covering her face, she turned around and walked towards the door, Mei Yu turned her head and glared at Feng San, who was still in a bad mood, and warned him not to mention this matter, so she hurriedly chased after him, cautiously Caressing Lou Qingwu gently: "Madam, please slow down, I will support you."
Lou Qingwu wanted to say that it was fine, but seeing her being so enthusiastic, there was a smile in her eyes, and she moved a little slower.
Feng San sullenly followed, but she still listened to Mei Yu's words, and her expression improved a little. A group of three went down the stairs on the second floor and walked outside, but when they passed a table, a woman's haughty voice came over: "... Mrs. Ben said it's a contract, and that's it. I am qualified to share a pot of food with Mrs. Ben. The child in Mrs. Ben’s womb is the eldest son, and it is expensive. It is not comparable to any cat or dog! Shopkeeper, how do you do things? Is this teahouse not wanting to open? gone?"
Feng San turned his head intuitively, and saw a gorgeously dressed woman talking with the shopkeeper.
Hearing this, the shopkeeper quickly wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said again and again: "Yes, yes, it's the little talker, and I will never do it again in the future!"