Chapter 482 Our ninth brother has finally grown up
Rong Ci stepped forward and said, "Brother." At the end, he paused and added, "Brother, you'd better call me Ninth Brother next time."
He is no longer a child, and sometimes hearing this "Xiao Jiu" is really a bit awkward.
Rong Xun smiled: "Okay, Ninth Brother."
Rong Xun said with emotion: "Our ninth brother has finally grown up."
Rong Ci: "..."
Rong Ci sighed inwardly. Besides his old mother who always liked to tease him, now his brother also likes to tease him? He is not a child.
"Let's go, I'll take you out of the palace." Rong Xun turned around and walked forward, and Rong Ci had to follow him. On the way, Rong Xun asked him some questions, and Rong Ci answered them all.
After leaving the palace, he returned to Rong Guogong's mansion, went to see his mother, and then returned to Chuntingyuan. He hadn't washed himself properly in the past few days. He took a bath and came out, and then he felt that he was clean.
Lu Zhui had already come back from eating melon, and happened to meet Rong Ci eating, so he sat down and drank some together.
"I don't know where King Huainan got the news. As soon as our people sent Jiang Shizi and Gu You to the Imperial City, King Huainan brought people to intercept them halfway and wanted to take them away."
"But our people didn't listen to him and only asked him to take Gu You away. After all, she was his own concubine, and she had nothing to do with the Changning Marquis Mansion. She was going to the Huainan Prince's Mansion anyway. As for Jiang
Prince, it is impossible to give that to him."
"We are not stupid. If we hand Prince Jiang over to King Huainan, there will be no good outcome."
"You said that we saved people. Although Prince Jiang was still injured, it was not up to us, right? But if the person was handed over to King Huainan, what would happen to Prince Jiang at that time? The Marquis of Wu'an Mansion would not be able to complain.
we."
It won't be nice if they still have resentment after saving people.
However, because they were from Rong Ci, King Huainan did not dare to rob him in the street. In the end, he just took Gu You away and watched helplessly as Jiang Zeyun was sent back to the Marquis of Wu'an Mansion.
"I heard that King Huainan looked as if he was about to eat someone."
"What do you think King Huainan is thinking? This Gu You has a bad reputation and is so stupid. Does he still want to marry someone else? Does he really want to get luck that much?"
Even Lu Zhui, who had read a lot of books with weird stories, felt that the theory of luck was really not trustworthy. No matter how good your luck was, marrying such a woman would just keep going day by day.
The family is restless, and they talk about luck. Even if there is any, it is gone.
Moreover, Gu Youdu had eloped with Jiang Zeyun. Who in the imperial city didn't laugh at King Huainan for being a green-haired turtle bastard? It's really amazing that he still wants this woman.
Rong Ci did not answer this question, after all, he was not King Huainan himself: "How is Miss Xie lately?"
Lu Zhui groaned, and then couldn't help but said: "Miss Xie, Miss Xie, how is Miss Xie lately? How do I know?"
Rong Ci looked up at him, with an expression that seemed to say, 'What do I need from you?'
Lu Zhui disagreed: "Didn't I just come back? We didn't send people to keep an eye on Miss Xie every day. How would my subordinates know? But don't worry, young master, nothing will happen. If anything happens, the Duke's wife will tell you early."
Already."
Rong Ci thought about it. Although his mother always disliked him, she still liked Miss Xie very much. If anything happened to Miss Xie, she would definitely tell her.
Lu Zhui suggested: "Sir, how about we go find Miss Xie?"
Rong Ci wanted to go, but still shook his head: "No."
We haven't gotten married yet, and we always make people gossip when we meet, so forget it.
Lu Zhui asked again: "When will the young master get married to Miss Xie? If they get married, they can see each other every day and live in the same place."
Rong Ci felt a little moved as he listened to his words. If they really got married, they wouldn't have to think about whether it was appropriate to meet each other.
Do you want to urge me?
Rong Ci thought of his old mother's joking smile, and his scalp went numb.
At this time, Xie Yixiao was discussing the reopening of Yunhe Tower with Manager Mu. The teahouse had not received guests for the past two days. The new plaque had been hung up and covered with red silk, waiting to be unveiled on the opening day.
open.
Guanshi Mu is worthy of being recommended by Dongfang Jibai. He is indeed quite capable. However, in just a few days, he perfected Xie Yixiao's ideas and transformed this place into an elegant place where literati and elegant people live together.
place.
He invited two old gentlemen to come and make a painting and calligraphy for the teahouse on the opening day, and also organized some poetry quizzes to attract guests.
Bamboo rafts and awning boats on the lake have also been prepared, and people who can row boats and play musical instruments and flutes have also been invited.
Each floor of this small building near the lake is divided into three parts. The left is where women sit, the right is where men sit, and the middle is where men and women can sit at the same table. In this way, guests who come here can arrange it this way.
However, Xie Yixiao's previous idea of proposing hometown dishes was temporarily blocked by Manager Mu.
What Mu Guanshi means is that those who are learning to cook now have not learned well, so it is better to start a teahouse. After three months, if the business of the teahouse is good, you can open another small restaurant or small restaurant. If it is three months later,
The business in this tea house is still average, so we will stick to our original plan.
Xie Yixiao nodded and agreed to the idea.
Today, the tables and chairs were rearranged in the teahouse, and the group of people talked in the newly built pavilion behind the teahouse facing the lake. The sun was just right today, and a cool breeze blew from the lake, mixed with the faint fragrance of lotus leaves, which made people feel comfortable.
She had heard enough gossip at Chang'an Tower in the morning, and enjoyed the breeze here in the afternoon. She was in a good mood.
"After that, Lao Mu will be in charge. If Mingjing doesn't understand anything, please ask Manager Mu to teach her."
"Thank you for being so polite, Miss. This is what a subordinate should do."
Mu Guanshi is a young man in his mid-twenties. He smiles kindly and speaks very pleasantly.
Xie Yixiao met him twice and felt that he was a good person and worthy of being able to be a big manager. No wonder Dongfang Jibai said that if things didn't go well here, he would let her go.
"I have a volume of Mr. Jinghu's paintings in my hand, and I just took them out to make lottery gifts. I can also tell the manager about it. I also hope that this teahouse will not let down my painting."
Since it is an event, let’s make it bigger. Let alone those who come to compete, there will probably be many people watching the excitement.
Mr. Jinghu's paintings are not cheap, but Xie Yixiao has a lot of paintings in his collection. She is probably a secular person who loves money. Except for those painted by her father, she has no regrets about the others.
This painting was bought by her mother before.
The steward was overjoyed when he heard this: "Miss Xie is willing to give up my love. I will definitely make this painting play its greatest role."