"This Miss Song is amazing. She doesn't like any of the wealthy families in Wucheng. So it turns out that only people like the Hou Mansion are the only ones she takes a serious look at?"
"She stopped the carriage yesterday without incident. It seems that it is true that she and the prince are old acquaintances!"
"From this point of view, they seem to be a good match. I really didn't expect it."
Everyone was talking about it.
Of course, some people said that Song Yue's appearance of fawning over the Qing'an Hou Mansion was too ugly.
Such a rush.
Some people also say that if you want to curry favor, you may not be able to curry favor with him. Although Qing'an Hou is now in decline, at least he has been a general for generations in the past. His ancestors have made many achievements. The Holy Emperor also respects them very much and has never forgotten them.
Furthermore, Xie Zhijie’s maternal ancestors were wealthy businessmen in the south of the Yangtze River, and their family was very wealthy.
The fate of being able to marry him has just flown to the branches, and you won't have to worry about it for the rest of your life.
Wu Yulan was the next one to compete. When she first arrived, she could only see the backs of Song Yue and the others. Her face didn't look too good, and her eyes were heavily dark circles.
If it weren't for the rouge and gouache, she would probably look uglier than a ghost.
The two maids beside her were newly assigned to her by her mother. Naturally, they were not as caring as Zi'er, who had grown up with her since childhood. They were more like two eyeliners staring at her.
Seeing that she was in a daze for a while, he reminded her in a cold voice, "Second Miss, let's get ready. It's your turn soon."
Only then did Wu Yulan retract her gaze and numbly stepped into the first-grade building to prepare for the competition.
But her spirit is far less than before.
Anyone with eyesight can feel it.
Everyone couldn't help but whisper.
"Many people also speculated that the Wu family was responsible for the disappearance of Miss Song's maid. Is this true?"
"Well, who knows?"
"It's just that the second young lady of the Wu family, her reputation has not been good since Miss Song came to the city. Many people were optimistic about her before."
"How many people can match Miss Song's craftsmanship? It's not surprising that the second young lady of the Wu family can't match her. I'm afraid she can't think of it herself."
"Hey, stop talking. Her maid came over. These two maids look even more fierce than the previous Zi'er? They say dogs that bite don't bark, but the one who barked last time can. I don’t know who these two are if they buy violence and harm others.”
Everyone is scared.
Although Zi'er took the blame for everything before, it still makes people feel uncomfortable.
Wu Yulan's mentality was almost unbearable, but she still endured it silently.
And the other side.
Song Yue pushed Xie Zhijie out, watched him get on the carriage, and then got on too.
Ding Xiang and Zi Lian followed Qing Zhu in the driver's seat, while the guards followed on foot.
It is indeed a noble trip.
The ostentation is quite big.
There is an incense burner to clear the way ahead. It is said that the prince is in poor health and is very afraid of mosquito bites, so he must carry the incense burner and sachet when traveling.
But the smell is not pungent.
It smells strangely elegant.
Song Yue heard Qingzhu say this outside the carriage, with a somewhat arrogant tone, and suddenly felt that the person sitting next to him was a living person, not a bunch of data, with his own relatives and friends, and his own preferences.
She raised her eyes and looked at Xie Zhijie, hoping to find traces of 381 on him, but she always felt that he was it. The two were inseparable but strange.
Song Yue couldn't understand.
Xie Zhijie seemed to have spent a lot of energy on his trip, and his face was a little pale.
A sickly beauty.
Song Yue raised her hand to touch his. It was a hot day, but it was cold.
Her actions seemed to frighten him.
Xie Zhijie opened his eyes and looked at her in surprise, and then realized that she was probably worried about him. He took his hand out, his ears gradually turned red, but he still said reservedly: "Girls are a little over the top when it comes to men and women not being intimate."
Song Yue looked at him directly, "Oh, then I won't touch you."
She said this as if she was teasing someone.
Qingzhu outside suddenly straightened up his back, with a look of horror on his face. What did Miss Song do to her young master again? ! Don't take advantage of his son, right?
He hesitantly wanted to turn around and raise the curtain, go in and see what was going on inside.
Zilian and Dingxiang quickly grabbed him, "Qingzhu, please tell me again. I just mentioned what fun things there are in Jiangnan. Don't tell me half and half to tantalize your appetite."
Qingzhu quickly pushed them away. He was really his master, Meng Lang, and the two maids had no sense of control. His face turned red, "If you have something to say, what are you doing?"
Ding Xiang giggled and said, "Aren't we anxious? Don't be surprised. We from a small family are not as good as you, Qingzhu, and we have to ask you for more rules."
Zi Lian also nodded, "Our master will go to Beijing later, so we don't want to embarrass her."
The two of them were asking for advice now.
Seeing the sincerity of the two of them, Qingzhu felt that they still knew that they were from a small family? Knowing that, you still dare to become relatives and friends with them.
Obviously they don't know each other.
Master and servant are all familiar with each other.
But it was hard to refuse, and Qingzhu was really depressed.
Even if it is a temporary place to stay.
The houses that Xie Zhijie lived in were extremely luxurious, not exaggerated, but they were decorated very magnificently, just like a little prince.
Qingzhu took them in, and there were maids to take care of them. Qingzhu asked them to bring tea.
Song Yue secretly observed that according to her understanding, generally wealthy families are surrounded by maids, especially the personal maids who have the greatest power.
But from the perspective of Qingzhu next to Xie Zhijie, it seems that Qingzhu, a young man, has more rights and can even order around these big maids.
And they are very obedient.
Xie Zhijie returned to the small reception hall and got on the soft couch. Qingzhu also covered him with a thin blanket.
It's very hot outside at the moment, but it's actually cool inside.
It can be seen that it is a good house that is warm in winter and cool in summer.
A maid brought a chair to Song Yue. Song Yue looked at the other side where Xie Zhijie was lying. There was just a small coffee table in the middle. She said, "It's too far to sit here and it's not convenient to talk. I can come to your side." Are you sitting?"
The maids almost dumped their things. They had never seen such an arrogant customer.
They waited carefully and did not dare to say a word.
But I didn't expect that Xie Zhijie smiled and let Song Yue do what he wanted.
Everyone thought it was quite magical.
Qingzhu looked constipated, but he had gotten used to it, so he just pretended he couldn't see it.
Song Yue quickly went to the other side, and then said to Xie Zhijie: "I also have some health-preserving medicine over there. I don't know if it can be of use to you. I will bring it to you next time. You ask the doctor See if you can use it."
Xie Zhijie said it was a shame to bother her, "It's just that there has never been a symptomatic medicine for my disease."
Physical weakness.
It's like an empty shell. No matter how much nutrients and medicines you put in it, it won't work. If you pour it down, it will be empty.
Can't store it.
Each illness lasted three to five months, and I almost couldn't survive it several times.
Qingzhu felt very sad when he heard this, "Girl, please stop talking about this and try our dim sum. It's quite good."
I can’t make it out today. Updates will resume on the 3rd~
(End of chapter)
