The next few days will be a bit interesting.
Luo Fengtang goes out early and comes back late every day, while Yang Ruoqing sleeps until she wakes up naturally.
Breakfast was prepared by the waiter in the shop and delivered to the door of the house. After breakfast, she took the silver coins in her small purse and went out to go shopping.
In addition to shopping, I went to Haitangxuan to meet Sister Hua and Yun Niang to drink tea, chat, and then go shopping.
No, she had just eaten breakfast, finished cleaning up, and was about to go out. Dayao couldn't help but walked over from behind the counter and called out to Yang Ruoqing.
"Miss Boss, please stay!" Dayao said.
Yang Ruoqing turned around and looked at him with a smile: "Uncle Yao, what's going on? What's the matter?"
Uncle Yao looked around the shop and asked her with a sad face: "My boss, there is something I have been holding in my heart for several days. I don't know if I should ask it or not."
Yang Ruoqing smiled and said, "Uncle Yao, what you said is so serious. What do we have to do with each other? Just tell us what you have to say!"
Dayao nodded and said: "Then I will tell you directly."
"It has been three to five days since you and General Luo came to the shop."
"I know you guys came here specifically for business at the shop, but you've been here for three or five days, and General Luo's dragon has been nowhere to be seen."
"You yourself are eating, drinking and having fun every day, leaving this shop to rest, so you are not in a hurry. I... I am really in a hurry!" Dayao said.
Hearing this, Yang Ruoqing smiled again.
"Uncle Yao, you are anxious. I am more anxious than you. This shop is my property. My property is going to collapse. I must be anxious," she said.
"However, no matter how urgent it is, we have to solve the problem step by step."
"I go shopping because I am a woman and my nature is to have fun."
"General Luo and his dragon have not yet come to an end. That's because he has gone looking for connections. He is looking for backers and influential people to resolve this matter," she said.
When he said this, he deliberately lowered his voice, as if he was cautious even though the walls had ears.
"Ah?" Dayao was surprised, and then became cautious.
He also asked Yang Ruoqing in a low voice: "General Luo, does he go out every day to find people? That's good, that's good!"
Yang Ruoqing said: "This capital city is full of dignitaries, many of whom are intricately connected."
"That Miss Han has a lot of background. If you want to settle this matter, why don't my husband go to a few more places to open up the joints? There's no hurry!" she said again.
Dayao nodded repeatedly, "That's right, there's no rush!"
"No wonder the number of troublemakers in the past few days has been less than in the past few days. It must be effective!" Dayao said again.
Yang Ruoqing blinked, raised her finger and pointed at the ceiling above her head, pretending to be mysterious and said to Dayao: "Don't worry, the shop will definitely be able to survive, there are people above me!"
"Huh?" Dayao was startled again.
"Today I have an appointment with Yun Niang for tea, and I will come back at night." After saying these words, Yang Ruoqing walked out of the shop briskly.
By the time Dayao chased her out, her figure had already been mixed into the endless flow of people on the street...
Dayao looked at Yang Ruoqing's retreating figure, raised his hand and scratched his head, and many doubts flashed across his eyes.
…
In the backyard of Han Mansion, in a certain exquisite and elegant boudoir.
The jade curtain was lifted, and a pretty little maid quickly ran into the inner room of the boudoir holding her skirt.
She went straight to a gorgeous dressing table, whispered a few words into the ear of the woman sitting in front of the bronze mirror, then bowed and stepped aside to wait.
The woman sitting in front of the mirror has a graceful back that makes men in the world fall for her.
She has slender shoulders, a slim waist, and a sexy figure. She sits on a round stool made of red lacquered wood, with a waterfall of hair hanging straight down to her waist.
At this moment, she was raising her hand and placing a pair of fluttering jade butterflies on her bun. The jade butterflies flapped their wings gently and spread their wings, as if they were alive.
"Zi'er, is your news accurate?"
The woman asked casually, her voice sounding like a lark.
Crisp, tactful, and refreshing.
The maid next to her raised her head and said, "Miss, it's absolutely true."
"Slave, in compliance with your instructions, I have sent people to squat near the perfume shop in Ximen these days."
"Ms. Yang and her husband arrived five days ago. During these five days, her husband left early and came back late. He didn't know what he was doing."
"Ms. Yang herself goes to the streets every day, eats and buys, and hangs out with Yun Niang, the courtesan in the brothel."
"In these five days, I ate from the west gate to the east gate, and bought from the north gate to the south gate. I really look like a poor and nouveau riche. The more I look at it, the more I despise that kind of woman!" said the maid, Ji'er, with a look of disdain.
Hearing this, the woman sitting in front of the bronze mirror chuckled, raised an impeccably beautiful finger, and gently poked the maid Mei'er's face.
"You maid, why are you so naughty? She is General Luo's wife after all. If you say she is poor and nouveau riche, you are slapping General Luo in the face and saying he has no vision!" said the woman.
The maid Mei'er looked disapproving and curled her lips and said: "Miss, what I'm telling you is the truth. You haven't seen with your own eyes the style of that Yang family, especially the way he eats skewers standing up at the night market stall. ,Ouch……"
Mei'er shook her head repeatedly, with a look of disgust on her face.
"Hey, no matter how much you despise that Yang, the fact that she is a village woman and can marry a general shows that this woman still has some skills." The woman sighed softly and said.
Zhao'er curled her lips again: "Oh, for a general like Luo Fengtang, our lady, you can marry as many as you want, but you are just a reckless man."
"Coupled with good luck, I made several meritorious deeds, and then I was rewarded."
"A village woman and a reckless man are a good match, right?" she said.
The woman glanced at the maid Qian'er and said, "Okay, even if the two of them are right, there is something I can't figure out."
"What can't you figure out, Miss? Tell me, and I will help you take care of your worries." Mei'er said with a flattering look on her face.
The woman raised her hand and gently dragged her cheeks, tilting her head slightly. In the bronze mirror, she reflected the face of a beautiful woman with a hint of sadness.
"What I can't figure out is that Mrs. Yang is just a village woman who smells like copper."
"Besides, she is still married and has children."
"Why can't he let go of her in his heart?"
"She is already a mother of two children, why should he wait for her?" the woman murmured.
Hearing the woman's words of self-pity and self-pity, the maid frowned.
"Miss, are you still obsessed with Mu Tanhua?" she asked tentatively.
