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Chapter Forty-Two: Provocation

Everyone got up very late the next day, and Cheng Qingwen sat on the bed and yawned.

"Huanhan, get up quickly. Master Yuan wants us to have lunch."

"Master Yuan? Why?" Cheng Qingwen turned around and asked in confusion.

Song Qiaoqiao took a set of clothes and put them on the bed: "I don't know either. I asked Ah Zhu to tell me just now. Aunt Cheng asked you to wear this set of clothes. She said that today is the first day of the Lunar New Year, so it should be a New Year's greeting."

Cheng Qingwen glanced at the bright red clothes, then at the goose yellow on her body, and twitched her lips: "This... is not the fabric I chose."

"Aunt Cheng said that this color is festive and suitable for the New Year."

"My purple color is also festive!" Cheng Qingwan glanced at her: "Your goose yellow color is not festive, why don't you wear this."

Song Qiaoqiao curled her lips helplessly and said softly: "If you don't wear this, you will have to wear old clothes. Aunt Cheng didn't make the fabric you chose."

Cheng Qingwen opened her mouth several times, but kept the curse words in her mouth, and then put on her clothes resignedly.

She walked out and sat in front of the mirror, took a look at the gem head set aside, thought about it, and tied it with a hair tie.

The beauty in the mirror is dressed in red, and even without makeup on her face, she is still beautiful.

When Cheng Qinghan walked out of the house, everyone was stunned for a moment.

Cheng Hua'er was the first to react and looked at her happily: "Our Huan Huan looks really good in red."

"Auntie, you are just selling melons and bragging about yourself."

Everyone walked towards the carriage with a smile. Song Qiaoqiao came up to her and asked softly: "I thought you would bring the mask that Mr. Yuan gave you yesterday."

Cheng Qingwen drove the carriage, turned around and said solemnly: "I want to do it too, but I don't know how to tie my hair."

Song Qiaoqiao looked at her expression and thought it was some serious reason, but she didn't expect it to be this, and she suddenly felt helpless.

"If you just call me, won't I come?"

"Then, how about you come now?"

Song Qiaoqiao looked at her for a while and sighed: "Forget it, you look pretty like this."

When the carriage stopped, the two people outside were freezing.

As soon as I entered the house, I went straight to the heater.

When Yuanqi saw this, he quickly asked Ah Zhu to bring two hand stoves.

"Is it any warmer?"

Cheng Qingwan drank a cup of hot tea and nodded: "It's much better now."

When Yuan Qi heard this, he stood up and greeted everyone.

There are several stacks of snacks on the table, in various shapes, and they all smell very sweet.

Cheng Qinghan took a square piece of pastry and took a bite. It was filled with the aroma of chestnuts.

"This is the capital's chestnut cake, what do you think?" Motoqi asked as he handed over a cup of tea.

"The chestnut flavor is so fragrant, sweet but not greasy, and quite delicious." Cheng Qingwen subconsciously took a sip of tea and asked in surprise: "Is this milk?"

"Does the milk tea from the tributes from other countries taste good?"

"It tastes pretty good." Cheng Qingwan took another sip and praised.

Yuan Qi smiled, put another piece of hibiscus cake on her plate: "Are you trying this?"

The scene in front of Cheng Hua'er was dumbfounding. This Master Yuan didn't entertain a whole room of people, but just walked around Huanwan alone.

"Sir, the pavilion chief, his wife and Miss Su are here." A Zhu walked to Yuan Qi and said softly.

"I won't see any guests today, so let them go back." Motoqi replied while picking up cakes for the people next to him.

"But... they said they came to pay New Year's greetings. After all, it's the first day of the Lunar New Year, so it's hard to drive them back."

Motoqi paused and thought: "Invite people in."

A Zhu agreed and walked out.

Everyone at the table heard it and were hesitating whether to leave when someone walked in.

"Master Yuan, you have a guest here." As soon as the pavilion director entered the door, he looked at the people in the room with a smile: "Yunwei was young and couldn't speak yesterday, don't mind. Today I came here specifically to apologize and pay my respects.

Year."

Yuan Qi had a faint smile on his face and motioned for them to sit down: "No problem."

The director of the pavilion handed him a gift box with a smile on his face: "This is a jade pendant made of fine mutton-fat jade. Consider it an apology. Please accept it, Mr. Yuan."

The box was opened, and inside lay a jade pendant of excellent quality, engraved with two magpies standing on the branches of plum blossoms, which means joy on the brows.

Yuan Qi didn't even look at it, so he pushed it back: "You're welcome, Mr. Pavilion. I've never liked these accessories. It's better not to let such a good thing go to waste on me."

When the pavilion chief heard this, his face became slightly stiff, and then he winked at Su Yunwei who was standing beside him.

Su Yunwei quickly handed over the box in her hand and said shyly: "Brother Yuan, I heard that you have trouble falling asleep at night, so I made you a sachet with soothing herbs in it."

When Song Qiaoqiao heard this, the corner of her mouth twitched. She quickly pulled the person aside who was eating the pastry seriously, leaned over and said, "You are still eating, everyone is so attentive!"

Cheng Qinghan then put down the cake and raised his eyes.

Su Yunwei is also wearing red today. The bright dress is embellished with beaded hairpins, which makes her charming and charming.

She leaned close to Song Qiaoqiao's ear and whispered: "I bet you a penny and Yuan Qi won't accept it."

Song Qiaoqiao rolled her eyes when she heard this, I didn't call you just to make you guess!

Before she could say anything, she saw Motoqi push the thing back.

"Thank you. I've been sleeping well recently."

Su Yunwei was humiliated, her eyes suddenly turned red, and she looked at her sister pitifully.

The pavilion chief's wife patted her hand a few times to signal her to calm down.

Cheng Qingwen saw that the show was over, so she lowered her head and ate the pastries in front of her.

Before the mung bean cake entered my mouth, I heard the person next to me saying: "Dinner is about to start, so eat less."

"something delicious?"

"Eight-treasure duck, cherry meat, braised shark's fin, bird's nest porridge..."

Cheng Qingwen immediately put down his chopsticks and sat down very obediently: "I don't want to eat, when will the meal be served?"

Yuan Qi looked at her like that and smiled fondly: "Almost."

Su Yunwei looked at this scene and sneered: "She is indeed a village woman from the countryside. Her eyes lit up when she heard the name of the dish."

Cheng Qinghan reached for a piece of hibiscus cake and fed it to Yuan Qi's mouth.

When she saw him eating, she raised her eyebrows at Su Yunwei, and she was so angry that she almost dropped the teacup in her hand.

Of course Yuan Qi knew, but he just touched her head lovingly.

Cheng Hua'er, who had been silent, glanced here indifferently, and then said: "I remember that Miss Su is an authentic Hua County person."

"Yes, my father is the most famous squire in Hua County."

Cheng Hua'er chuckled lightly, held the tea cup, and took an elegant sip: "In that case, I don't think Miss Su has ever eaten those dishes. Not to mention you, even the pavilion chief hasn't eaten either.

"

"You, you are talking nonsense, of course I have eaten it."

"These dishes can only be eaten by aristocratic families in the capital, and only relatives of the emperor can afford them. Miss Su is from Huaxian County, and she has no official position in her family. Where can she eat them?"

Cheng Hua'er's tone was gentle and without any emotion, but it made Su Yunwei's face turn red.

"What Mrs. Cheng said makes sense. The ingredients for these dishes are very troublesome. The raw materials for each dish cost ten taels of silver."

A Zhu's words made the pavilion chief and his wife take a breath of cold air. That meal cost hundreds of taels of silver. Sure enough, the Yuan family was not called a wealthy family for nothing.

They looked at each other and became even more determined to let Su Yunwei climb this high branch.

Cheng Qingwen looked at the faces of the three people and just wanted to applaud her for what she said well.
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