As soon as he entered the gate of Jianjia Courtyard and saw the figure of the purple butterfly flying towards him, Zhang Qingjiu couldn't help but curled his lips, took out the green bracelet from his arms and said, "Save it for me."
She had just saved the hairpin given by the Queen Mother, and this happened again?
Looking around, Zidie couldn't help but widen her eyes, "Miss, are you going out for a trip? Will anyone give you something else?"
"Just keep it." Zhang Qingjiu chuckled and patted her shoulder, "Kid, don't worry about so much."
Although I didn't know where this thing came from, I knew it was a good thing when I touched it. Zidie nodded happily and hurriedly walked towards the small warehouse.
Seeing the money-obsessed look on her face, Zhang Qingjiu couldn't help but shake his head in laughter. Just as he was about to enter, a faint voice suddenly came from behind him.
"Master Xiao Zhang went out and gained a lot." Murong Chunlai squinted his eyes, with a faint smile on his lips, stepped forward and lowered his voice: "Are you going to play Zhang Xiaoxian again?"
This woman wore this kind of clothes and walked quietly to a side door, which showed that she had something up her sleeve.
Moving two steps away, Zhang Qingjiu curled up the corners of his lips, his eyes unavoidable, "Yes, otherwise how could I afford to hire a janitor who likes to buy fifteen taels of silver a box?"
These words are not without harshness.
Murong Chunlai was stunned at first, and then couldn't help laughing, "Zhang Xiaoxian has to work harder. It depends on you whether I can make more money next month."
"That's easy to say." Zhang Qingjiu sneered, "But you can't just take it for free, right?"
"Despite Zhang Xiaoxian's orders, I will go through fire and water without any hesitation." Murong Chunlai stood up straight and patted his chest, with an expression that said he was looking forward to death.
"Then you go out with me tonight." Zhang Qingjiu raised his eyebrows.
"You can do it anytime, you can even climb over the wall in the middle of the night." Murong Chunlai curled his lips and smiled.
Zhang Qingjiu:......
Looking at Murong Chunlai's proud eyes, Zhang Qingjiu also smiled and tugged on the clothes on his body, "These clothes are really easy to wear. I wanted to find another one when I went out today, but I couldn't find that shop after searching for a long time. Look,
It’s because I didn’t find the right one, can you help me get another one?”
Murong Chunlai's expression changed slightly, and the smile on his face instantly solidified.
Murong Chunlai narrowed his eyes, "These clothes are too ordinary. From now on, I will be the one who can get extra moon silver. I guarantee that I will choose a more decent one for Master Xiao Zhang."
"No." Zhang Qingjiu waved his hand and glanced at Murong Chunlai, "This dress is so comfortable. It doesn't matter whether it's cheap or expensive. You don't need to spend your money. You can go directly to Zidie to get it."
"But……"
"Stop it." Zhang Qingjiu had a bright smile on his face and patted Murong Chunlai on the shoulder, "That's it. I want to see it before I go out tonight at the latest."
After saying that, Zhang Qingjiu quickly entered the room, leaving Murong Chunlai completely stunned.
Of course she couldn't find it. The shops were all gone. Where could she look for it?
But when this woman suddenly mentioned this, did she really just want clothes, or was she telling herself that she already knew something?
Murong Chunlai took a deep breath, turned around and left Jianjia Courtyard.
When Yunque came back from Chu Feng, he met Murong Chunlai on the road and couldn't help but frowned, "Where are you going?"
"Buying clothes." Murong Chun glanced at her, his tone was cold and his mood was depressed.
Where could he find the exact same clothes for her in this clear day?
As dusk approached, Murong Chunlai walked into the gate of Jianjiayuan again, carrying a small baggage.
At that time, Zhang Qingjiu was sitting on the swing. The cool breeze of the early summer night blew the corners of her gauze skirt into flying pieces, like clouds in the sky.
Murong Chunlai saw this scene from a distance. Looking at the woman with raised lips and smiling eyes, somehow, the dull mood in her heart suddenly disappeared, "Here you go."
So what if he discovered it? After all, it won’t take long for him to...
"Why have you been here for so long?" Zhang Qingjiu glanced at him, kicked his legs, and swayed on the swing.
A strand of hair flew up in the wind and brushed against Murong Chunlai's sleeve.
With a slight movement in her heart, Murong Chunlai smiled, holding a box of pastries in his other hand, "Isn't this for you to wait for the freshly baked pear blossom cakes?"
"Are you rich again?" Zhang Qingjiu raised his eyebrows with a strange look in his eyes.
Is this person afraid that he can’t wait to tell me something?
"How can I have money?" Murong Chunlai raised the corners of his lips, "Didn't you tell me to ask Zidie for money?"
The swing suddenly stopped. Zhang Qingjiu looked at the proudly smiling man in front of him, and finally snorted softly, grabbing the thing in his hand and saying, "Thank you."
So, the biggest culprit is herself, right?
Looking at the figure walking away, Murong Chunlai's heart palpitated like never before.
The next day, Zhang Qingjiu went out wearing new clothes, followed by Murong Chun.
"Where to go?" Zhang Qingjiu jumped onto the carriage, holding the reins in his hand and turned his head to take a look.
"Yixianglou." Looking at the empty carriage with only chairs, Zhang Qingjiu frowned.
She was used to riding in Chu Lan's carriage, but the carriage in the Prime Minister's Palace didn't have magnets, so she always felt uncomfortable.
I have to think of a way to get one.
"Do you know where Yixiang Tower is?" Murong Chunlai had a strange look in his eyes.
"Brothet." Zhang Qingjiu opened the curtain.
"You know you still..."
"It's such a late night, why don't you go to a brothel or a red house, instead go to a restaurant?" Zhang Qingjiu raised his eyebrows.
Murong Chunlai: "..."
Which woman dares to say this?
Zhang Qingjiu: "Are you leaving? If not, I will ask Yunque to go with me?"
"Let's go, let's go right now." After touching his nose, Murong Chunlai couldn't help but sigh, "Master, can you not listen to what the master said?"
Putting on men's clothes and visiting a brothel, what on earth does this woman want to do?
Shangjing no longer imposed a curfew decades ago. Although the brightly lit nights are not as crowded as the daytime, they still have a unique charm.
The most lively place at night was undoubtedly the 11th Street in Shangjing City. It was quiet during the day, but now it has become the most noisy and prosperous place.
This Yixiang Building is the largest brothel in Huali on Eleventh Street. The light building takes up more than half of the street on the left, not to mention the Qinglan River behind it, which is said to be able to smell the fragrance of powder in the middle of the night.
The dark golden plaque, the bright red satin lantern, and the sound of laughter, music, and singing can be heard from far away.
As soon as Zhang Qingjiu got out of the carriage, he received a lot of glances from those leaning on the railing. It was like the whole house was filled with red sleeves and beautiful women smiling drunkenly.