Shen Nanbao turned his head, and saw Song Jinghang, who was moon-white and had plain face and fine grass cloth, standing a foot away. Next to him stood a young man of the same age. He was not an attractive face, but he was wearing a green dress. The silk robe made his skin color extremely white. At first glance, he looked like a gentle young man.
However, Shen Nanbao, who was used to seeing Xiao Yichen's porcelain face, was just like a rich man who was used to getting rich. He couldn't stand such a simple life, so he only glanced at him and lowered his head to salute.
The young lady didn't care about this, she just stared and smiled, "We are here to buy the tile shop, what about you? Come..."
As she spoke, she made a wine glass shape with her hand and tipped it to her mouth.
Seeing Song Jinghang wave his hands quickly, "No, it's not that I'm not used to this. It's because my father's birthday is coming soon. I heard from Shi Fu that there is a Shiqianjiao shop here. Although it is squeezed out of that broken urn, It’s yellow rice wine, but the aroma is long-lasting and strong, and the taste is even sweeter, so I thought about buying a jar as a birthday gift for my father.”
He realized that his tone was a little more urgent, and he didn't know what he was thinking of. Kaotou blushed completely and kept scratching his head with one hand.
Shen Nanbao raised his eyes and saw Miss Yu looking at Song Jinghang blankly. She was about to speak, so he hurriedly grabbed the opportunity and said, "Mr. Song only talked to Sister Yu and forgot to introduce us!"
These words followed the cool autumn wind and instantly woke up Song Jinghang. He cast a grateful look at Shen Nanbao, then gestured with his hands to the silent person beside him, "This is my little boy, Brother Shi Fu, surnamed Fu, name Yao Yu."
Before Song Jinghang could say anything else, Fu Yaoyu crossed his hands and bowed to the young lady, "I guess you are the girl from Governor Pingzhang's family that I often talk about."
He has a very beautiful voice, not the cool sound of flowing spring water, nor the deep voice of fog drums and morning bells, but the melting sound of spring breeze turning into rain, which makes people feel happy from the bottom of their hearts when listening to it, and also adds a lot of color to his plain appearance. .
But the young lady didn't care about this. She only cared about what he said and that the person in his mouth was Song Jinghang. Song Jinghang often talked about herself in front of him!
The little lady smacked her lips, "I've only met once or twice, how can I ask you to talk nonsense like this!"
Just saying that, the little lady's face was like a thin-skinned persimmon that could break if hit, and it turned redder than anyone else's.
Song Jinghang did not hesitate to give in. He glanced at his peers and then echoed the little lady's words, "Sister Gu said that he misunderstood, I'm not... I always talk about you, no, I'm not... ...I told him what you are rubbing, it is what you are rubbing..."
The more he spoke, the more awkward he became. He simply stuttered on the spot, and finally spat Fu Yaoyu, "Don't talk nonsense, I didn't mean it!"
Shen Nanbao watched with interest and couldn't help but pursed his lips.
It was at this moment that Fu Yaoyu followed their words and turned his head, seeing the slight curve of his smile.
Fu Yaoyu couldn't say what he felt. He just felt that the colorful patch of light covering the sky above his head had been pushed aside by something, so a pillar of light shone through and hit his chest. It was bright, dazzling, and burning, burning him. My heart was in panic.
Fu Yaoyu endured the burning in his ears and leaned down again, "After talking like a son for so long, I still don't know that you are..."
Shen Nanbao knelt down and said, "The second girl from the Prince's Palace who made a fuss the day before is me."
This was said in an inappropriate manner, and Fengyue asked afterward, "Sister, what are you talking about? When I was young, I felt embarrassed for Mr. Fu when I looked at him."
Shen Nanbao was in the room working on the embroidery patterns for Zhenbao Pavilion. When he heard this, he laughed at her without even stopping, "You haven't even lived your life to your heart's content, so you care about other people's feelings?"
Fengyue groaned, "Don't worry about him, I'm just worried about you, sister. I'm just afraid that some news will spread..."
In the past, she was afraid of other people's gossip. It was because she was helpless and had no one to support her. But now it's different. Her mother's revenge has been avenged, and all the grievances have been endured. He is still here, so whether this reputation is good or not, Bad or not, what can it do to her?
In fact, she also had her own little thoughts.
After all, if her reputation is bad, there will be fewer people to kiss her in the future. She won't have to deal with all those troubles, and she won't have to lose face by shirk, so she can spend more time with him!
The more Shen Nanbao thought about it, the more he became able to draw patterns.
When Xiao Yichen walked in, he happened to see her relaxed appearance. Thinking of what Chujiu had reported, his already gloomy heart became heavier and heavier. His eyes were too dark to see the light, leaving only a slightly curled mouth.
"It's a good idea. I've only seen you for one day, and now you change your appearance and look so happy! Did something good happen to you when you went out?"
Shen Nanbao came in suddenly and was so frightened that he almost knocked over the tea on the red clay kang table with his elbow. She hurriedly protected her and turned around and sighed loudly, "Brother, why didn't anyone tell me when I came in?" One sound."
How could Xiao Yichen not hear the little complaints in her words? He secretly sneered a little heartlessly, but he put his hands up and said in a calm voice: "This is my home, I don't need those falsehoods wherever I go. "
False festival.
Daqing, there is no need for hypocrisy at this time.
What about her genealogy?
Why do you have to conform to the rules again?
Shen Nanbao secretly laughed at the certainty of his words, but he saw through it without saying anything. He picked up the drawing again to draw and said, "Oh," "Brother, what's the matter with coming here?"
Xiao Yichen was a little embarrassed in her drawn-out tone, "Can't you come if you have nothing to do? I heard that you are planning to open a shop? Is that at the Nine Bridges Gate?"
Shen Nanbao didn't hold back on this matter, not to mention that he had helped with this matter earlier, so he answered frankly, "Sister Gu chose it. I went to see the place. It's full of tourists. It's just enough for us to attract customers."
Xiao Yichen frowned even more because of her words about "tourists like weaving", "Soliciting? Is the county prince's palace completely destitute? Do you need to show your face like this?"
His words became more and more sinister. Shen Nanbao glanced at him, her beautiful eyebrows twisted like twine, "You don't choose your master when you have money. Do you have to be in poverty to feel melancholy and have no money in your pocket?" "
Yes, who would think that their pockets are full?
I'm happy even if my pocket is bursting.
But does he mean it?
He didn't want her to show her face like this.
It's not that it's not good to show off your face. She's so good-looking, she can look brighter and more attractive wherever she stands.
He didn't want the man next to him to see her.
Just like Xie Yuanchang, I don’t know how many more sticky things will happen!
As if aware of his thoughts, Shen Nanbao muttered from behind the cup while drinking tea, "When the time comes for hawkers to come, I only need to go there occasionally to check the accounts."
Xiao Yichen's face turned pale for a moment, but what he said was not satisfactory, "What are you doing to count? Just ask the accountant to keep a four-legged account."
Shen Nanbao put the cup on the kang table and made a crisp sound, "Brother, after talking for a while, you must be thirsty. I'll ask Feng Yue to make you a pot. What do you want to drink?" "
She didn't want to tell him that, but she also didn't want to let him go just like that.
In fact, after all, when she saw Mrs. Gu and Song Xiaoguan getting along with each other that day, she was envious and at the same time, she also had a warning.
Even if, as his grandmother said, he would get married in the future, he would probably meet someone happy again.
As for the two of them getting along in private like today, every day becomes less and less.
So she has to cherish it as much as a daughter.
It's a pity that others don't agree with her. Before Xiao Yichen could say anything, a follower hurried over, "Master, sister, go to the front hall quickly..."
I ran too fast, took a deep breath, and then continued what I just said, so I felt like I was breaking free from the rapids, "The Naorang family of Fengtong came to see my sister to propose marriage."
When we arrived at the front hall, we saw the purple-headed official media sitting on one side, sipping tea.
Probably after hearing the commotion, the official media raised his eyes, revealing his black and white eyes from the rim of the lamp, and immediately stood up, waving his handkerchief and swaggering over to greet them.
"The younger one pays homage to Commander Xiao, and the younger one pays homage to Miss Xiao."
Shen Nanbao was stunned. Before he could recover from the title of 'Miss Xiao', he caught up with the official media's bright red lips and said, "This really echoes that sentence. It's better to see it than to hear it a hundred times." , no matter what others say about it..."
Xiao Yichen intercepted her words, "Don't try your best to talk nonsense in front of me. I'm here in person. It's not for other reasons. I just want to ask you a few words."
Ask a few words?
There is nothing left to do but family background and horoscopes.
The official media rolled their eyes, waved the brocade handkerchief and patted the horse in greeting, "Sir, just ask, I know that I know everything and can tell you everything!"
Xiao Yichen saw her smiling so hard that her teeth were blinded, and she felt a heavy breath in her stomach as she went on a rampage, which made her heart hurt.
He sighed and asked in a fairly steady voice: "Which family member is Feng Tongzhilang? There are many rich people in the capital, so why do they fall in love with my family?"
This is a strange question.
But it was not difficult for the official media. He shook the brocade handkerchief and laughed, "My lord, what you said is true. There are so many daughters in the capital. Although they are all good, regardless of the honors that come with them, just look at two This girl's fair skin and beautiful face, who can match her?"
The praise was genuine, but he didn't like to hear it.
Xiao Yichen lost his face and said, "Don't give me nice things to say, just answer my words."
The official media was so drunk that his smile was broken and his tongue couldn't hold his tongue straight. "Yes, he is the fourth son of Feng Tongzhilang's family. His surname is Fu and his given name is Yaoyu."
Shen Nanbao, who had been silent all this time, raised his head at this moment, "Master Fu? Is he a close friend of the Crown Prince's legitimate son, Mr. Song, named Shifu?"
It was okay if she didn't say it. When she said it, Xiao Yichen, who was sitting in the upper hall, suddenly fell down.
"Why didn't I know you had such a close friend?"
