Si Bao Pavilion. A girl wearing orange clothes came over, knocked on Lu Zhiyun's table, and said lightly: "Are you new here?"
Lu Zhiyun was threading her needle and thread. After hearing her words, she put down the needle and thread in her hand, stood up and said very obediently: "Yes, Sister Huarong."
"You also know my name. It seems that you have put some thought into it." Hua Rong said in a contemptuous tone, "Since you are new here, let's start from the basics!"
"What Sister Huarong said is based on..." Lu Zhiyun asked.
"There is a batch of fans to be made here, you drive them out."
After Hua Rong finished speaking, two maids came out from behind, carrying large baskets filled with rags.
"Aunt Song said that my foundation is very good and I don't need to practice the basics anymore, so she asked me to be responsible for Miss Wang's undershirt." Lu Zhiyun said, "Sister Huarong said this, let me ask Aunt Song! If she thinks I need to learn from the basics
, of course I learned from the basics.”
"You've moved Aunt Song out?" Hua Rong sneered, "When we first came in, none of us started from the basics, so why are you special? Don't think that having Aunt Song support you means you can break the rules."
"What are you arguing about?" Manager Meng came over and said, "Hua Rong, what are you arguing about?"
"Manager Meng, don't we have to rush out a batch of fans recently? I thought the newcomer would have time to rush out this batch of fans. When we first came in, we all started learning from these most basic things.
.Why should she be different?”
"She learned from a famous master and her skills are even better than yours. If you are not convinced, show me some of your skills. Don't say sour grapes if you can't eat them here." Steward Meng reprimanded unceremoniously, "Lu Zhiyun, you
I just came here and don’t know our important customers yet. How about you follow Yang Zheng to the racecourse to deliver a batch of riding clothes."
"Okay, Manager Meng."
Yang Zheng is a girl of thirteen or fourteen years old. She is chubby, has a little baby fat, and has a pair of small dimples when she smiles. She looks like a refreshing girl.
After the two got on the carriage, Yang Zheng said to Lu Zhiyun: "You are so awesome, you actually dare to talk back to Sister Huarong."
"Can't I talk back to her?" Lu Zhiyun asked, "Looking at the clothes she is wearing, she is indeed one level higher than us, but there are no rules here that we must obey senior sister's orders, right?"
"That's not true. But Sister Huarong's aunt is Manager Lin. Manager Lin is very arrogant by the Pavilion Master and has more power than all the managers. If you offend her, you will be wronged in the future."
"I didn't say anything. Isn't what I said the truth?" Lu Zhiyun said, "My parents said that I went to Sibao Pavilion because I was happy. If I am not happy here, I can just go back. My family is also
I don’t need to make money, I just want to learn my skills. If it makes me unhappy, I will just leave so that I won’t be so arrogant."
Yang Zheng looked at Lu Zhiyun in surprise.
"Did I say something wrong?" Lu Zhiyun wondered, "Why are you looking at me like this?"
"So you are the daughter of a wealthy family!" Yang Zheng looked at her with envious eyes, "We in Sibao Pavilion also have many sisters from wealthy families, but our parents sent them here with some purpose.
, I have never seen anyone like your parents before."
"Where is the racecourse? Is it far from here?"
"What we are going to today is the largest horse racing farm. Only the children of dignitaries can enter there, so it is in the suburbs."
Half an hour later, the carriage stopped.
A follower came over quickly: "You are finally here, where are the riding clothes?"
Yang Zheng and Lu Zhiyun presented the cloth bags in their arms.
"Okay, that's it!" The attendant ran inside holding the cloth bag.
Lu Zhiyun looked at the racecourse in front of her.
The place is very spacious, surrounded by fences, and many horses are galloping inside.
Those richly dressed aristocratic children were dressed in riding attire, riding tall horses, with tall and straight postures and high spirits.
"Let's go!" Yang Zheng said, "There is a wonton shop in Dongcheng. The taste is the best here. I'll treat you to it."
"Okay, thank you, Sister Yang Zheng."
"Oh, we will be sisters from now on, you're welcome." Yang Zheng's cheeks turned red, "This is the first time someone calls me sister! But Zhiyun, you are so good-looking. No wonder Hua Rong doesn't like you. You know you
Before she came here, she relied on her beauty and no one took her seriously."
"Fortunately, you didn't leave. Come in with me quickly." The follower just now ran out again, panting and said, "What are you doing standing still? Come with me quickly!"
"We have delivered the things." Yang Zheng said, "The steward has not given us any other tasks. We have to go back, otherwise the steward will scold us."
"Fifty taels of silver, can I ask you to do me a little favor?" the attendant said, "Don't be stunned, hurry up and leave."
Lu Zhiyun and Yang Zheng looked at each other.
Yang Zheng said: "We can't afford to offend these people, why don't we go and take a look, maybe it's really a small favor?"
"good."
The entourage led them to a room.
"What exactly did you want us to do?" Yang Zheng did not go in directly.
"The person inside is the third young master of the Marquis of Wu'an Mansion. A hole was burned in his riding uniform. If any of you can take care of the hole, the fifty taels of silver will be yours."
"The third young master of Wu'an Hou Mansion?" Yang Zheng pulled Lu Zhiyun, "Let's not go."
That master was moody, and once he got angry, he wouldn't even give the prince face.
As for his confidence, his mother is the princess of a neighboring country. Does this count as confidence?
When a princess from a neighboring country got married, she was supposed to marry the prince. Unexpectedly, the princess didn't like the emperor and the prince, so she fell in love with the most handsome man at that time, Wu Anhou.
"We are already here." Lu Zhiyun said, "Do you think we can leave?"
The attendant said: "Finally there is someone smart."
Lu Zhiyun followed the entourage and walked in.
I saw a young man wearing a dark blue brocade robe sitting there lazily, with his fingers on his forehead, as if he was resting or thinking about something.
Hearing the footsteps, he opened his eyes and glanced over with a pair of indifferent eyes.
Lu Zhiyun's eyes flashed with surprise.
She thought her brother was good-looking, but she didn't expect that there was someone with the same appearance as her brother. But wasn't this person's appearance too gorgeous?
He had a cold face and a cold temperament, as if he would avoid strangers. But when he looked over, his eyes seemed to be hooked, drawing people in.
Lu Zhiyun is here admiring beautiful people, but she doesn't know that she is also the scenery in other people's eyes.
Although she is still young and looks like a childish girl, her appearance is absolutely beautiful and her color is so gorgeous that she can vaguely see the peony national beauty in the future.
"I wonder where the torn riding uniform is?" Lu Zhiyun said, "Can you show it to me?"
Xie Chengjin looked at his entourage, raised his eyebrows, and silently asked, "Who is this person?"
The attendant explained: "Master, isn't there a hole in your riding uniform? This is Si Bao Pavilion's embroiderer."
