The carriage stopped at the entrance of Youzhou Chamber of Commerce.
The two got out of the car one after another. Wei Cheng stood sideways in front of the carriage and reached out to help her get out. The servant waiting at the door quickly brought a footrest for Shen Yinxiao to stand on.
The fight in the carriage was so intense that it lasted almost an hour. Yun Xian said that a man of Wei Cheng's age is in his prime of life, especially a man like Wei Cheng who has been wielding swords and guns all the time. His physical strength is extremely good. Once you get a taste of it, it's like a flood that has opened up and is out of control.
This was not the first time she had tasted such a feeling. As soon as she stepped on the stool, her waist softened and she almost fell to her knees. Fortunately, Wei Cheng had quick eyesight and quick hands. He held her waist with both hands, lifted her up, and put her down steadily. to the ground.
Wei Cheng gave some instructions to the two maids waiting nearby. The two maids respectfully came to help her and led her in. Shen Yinxiao didn't know what they were going to do and looked at Wei Cheng subconsciously.
The man raised his hand and smoothed out the strand of hair that was tangled in her waist. He stroked his fingertips over her smooth tofu-like face and said warmly: "Let them take you down to change clothes. I'll go in and wait." you."
From the corner of his eye, he glanced at Shen Yinxiao's skirt. Following his gaze, Shen Yinxiao lowered his head.
Just now, I was in a hurry, and I couldn't untie the silk ribbon on my skirt for a long time, so I accidentally tore it off. The five-color silk thread was hanging precariously around my waist. Any old fox who looked at it would be filled with imagination.
She blushed, said "hmm", turned around and followed the maid in.
This house doesn't look like an inconspicuous house. After entering the black door, you can see the winding verandah at the entrance. The stones under the steps form a corridor. There are more than a dozen rare flowers and trees planted on both sides. After passing the hand verandah, you enter a large building. .
A new set of clothes has been placed in the house.
The maid silently served her undressing and put the new clothes that had been ironed and smoked on her one by one.
This dress is more luxurious than what she wears every day, but it is not too grand. The dark-colored skirt is trimmed with silver piping. A rouge-colored brocade belt is tied around the waist to tie up the uncontrollable slender waist, and the outer cover is covered A long skirt embroidered with roses in sky and blue, with a swung front, waisted waist and sleeves. The looming roses on the cuffs accentuate the white and slender fingers that look like peeled onions.
Everything is just right, if it is more, it will be flamboyant, if it is less, it will be indifferent.
A snowy day was no brighter than a sunny day, not to mention that it was almost dark. Lanterns were hung up in the house. The maid who led the way carried a sheepskin lantern that was dimly reflected by the oil candles, and led her through a corridor and passed two rooms. At the Chuihua Gate, at the end of the corridor paved with large bluestones, is an octagonal pavilion.
The walls of the pavilion are hung with silk and satin, and the warmth of the candlesticks and earth dragons warms the pavilion to the warmth of spring. Behind the curtain, three or two musicians are playing the harp.
When she got closer, she realized that a banquet was being held here.
The few people sitting in the pavilion were probably the ones with the highest status in the venue. The rest of the seats were in the garden. In twos and threes, dignitaries, rich gentry and wealthy people gathered together to talk and laugh. The maid took her straight into the pavilion. He bowed and slowly retreated.
Wei Cheng leaned on the back of the chair, carrying her on his back, and sat in the middle seat.
Hearing the voice behind him, he didn't look back, but he slowed down while playing with the glass cup in his hand.
The man was wearing a black fur-sleeved python robe with gold thread embroidery on the cuffs, a vermilion and white jade belt around his waist with a thick green emerald waistband, and his dark hair was raised with a purple gold crown. Several people in the pavilion saw Even Shen Yinxiao stood up, but he remained motionless, still facing her, sitting leisurely, graceful, leisurely and noble.
Shen Yinxiao didn't know these people, so she had no choice but to bow and greet them one by one.
"I've heard of Madam Shen for a long time, but this is the first time I've seen her today." The man in the dark blue narrow-sleeved robe smiled warmly, "I'm Helian Chongming, Jin Cao Shi."
"Lord Helian." Shen Yinxiao pursed his lips and saluted seriously.
Jin Cao's official position is not big, but it is very important. He is in charge of the currency, salt and iron affairs of the entire Youzhou. No matter how rich the owner is, you must be polite when meeting him.
He looked flattered and raised his arms, "No, no, no need to meet in private. If you encounter any difficulties in business in the future, just tell me."
Sitting next to Helian Chongming was a lady in plain clothes. She was about thirty years old. There was a hint of sparkle between her gentle eyebrows. Seeing that Shen Yinxiao was a little confused and didn't know how to address her, she smiled heartily: "My surname is Sun. , my family is engaged in the iron ore business in Youzhou."
"Mrs. Sun." Shen Yinxiao smiled and nodded, but she was really surprised. She knew that there was a large family in Youzhou, and the lady's surname was also Sun. She also sold iron and bronze wares, and was said to smuggle private salt.
The mistress of that family's husband died a few years ago, and the mistress alone supported the family's business. Not only did it not decline, but it grew bigger and bigger. All businessmen in Youzhou did not dare not call the woman "Mrs. Sun."
In the past few years, he has become the richest man in Youzhou.
After both of them paid their respects, only Wei Cheng was left sitting. He was still as motionless as an old man, with a faint smile on his lips. Shen Yinxiao's face felt a little hot, and he didn't know what to do for a moment. To salute or sit down directly.
Helian Chongming was a good man. He raised his hand and pretended to introduce to Shen Yinxiao: "This is the Colonel Protecting Qiang who put down the Xianling Qiang rebellion, the Young Master of the Wei family."
Shen Yinxiao had no choice but to bend his knees. Just as he was about to speak, Wei Cheng raised his eyebrows, raised his eyes and glanced at her, and said in a yin and yang tone: "Ms. Shen has her own opinion. Even the captain and young master will not work with Mrs. Shen."
Helian Chongming and Sun Qing both smiled awkwardly. Sun Qing and Helian Chongming were both veterans in love, and they couldn't understand the twists and turns between Shen Yinxiao and Wei Cheng for a while.
Heroes all love beauties, and it is not uncommon for a family like theirs to have such erotic stories as hiding a beauty in a golden house. Even less common are girls who look like dodders. They treat men like tree trunks and climb up. Women serve men carefully.
Sun Qing raised his brows slightly, as if he sensed the meaning. He suddenly found it interesting and said with a smile: "Madam, sit down."
Wei Cheng patted the cushion beside him and glanced at her. She pursed her lips, held up her skirt and sat down on the seat next to Wei Cheng.
With the case in the way, Wei Cheng's hand naturally placed on her leg and slowly kneaded it.
As soon as she sat down, Wei Cheng brought her a piece of pastry.
This kind of work of serving dishes was originally supposed to be done by servants.
"Try it, the chef invited from Chang'an made it." He whispered. "Retired from the palace."
Shen Yinxiao picked up the chopsticks and ate it. The taste was not much different from Youzhou.
"Is it tasty?"
Shen Yinxiao nodded unwilling to offend him.
"I will take you to Chang'an from now on and let the imperial chef in the palace cook it for you." He stroked the long hair hanging down behind her head with satisfaction and spoke in a doting tone.
During the dinner, Sun Qing and Helian Chongming exchanged words with each other, chatting happily. Wei Cheng didn't talk much, but he would say a few words from time to time. He also didn't forget to take care of Shen Yinxiao's face, and brought the topic to her, bringing the conversation to her. Chatting with her.
Even when Wei Cheng, Sun Qinghe and others were talking, their hands were not idle. One hand was touching Shen Yinxiao's thigh under the table, and the other hand was picking up food for her from time to time, with ease.
Someone came up to greet Wei Cheng, but Wei Cheng just nodded lightly and never left Shen Yinxiao's side.
This made her inexplicably feel at ease. Her originally tense body gradually softened, and her expression became much more relaxed. It seemed that she felt that the tight flesh under her hands softened, and the hand on her thigh exerted a little force and kneaded it. After a few times, a numbness went straight through the soles of her feet. Shen Yinxiao bit her lip, pushed his hand away, and stretched her skirt.
"What's wrong? Are your clothes uncomfortable?" He frowned, "I'll ask Mrs. Sun to take you down to change into something softer."
"No..." Her face turned red and she felt a little embarrassed.
The mess I made on the carriage just now was a mess. In the past, I would take a shower and wash up immediately. Today, I was in such a hurry that I didn't feel anything. Now that I sat down, I felt even more sticky and wet.
It's sticky and uncomfortable.
He became even more angry and refused to look at him.
Wei Cheng understood, froze, licked his lips, and whispered: "Next time... I'll be more careful next time."
