The people of Daxia are open-minded, especially those with respectable status, and do not like blind marriages.
Therefore, the semi-open single rooms in teahouses are very popular in the capital and are often used for first meetings between strange men and women.
Looking at the man opposite, Zhao Waner made a secret assessment.
Good family background.
Good appearance.
He was a man of few words, but a little too cold and sharp. Especially those eyes, under his gaze, there was an illusion that there was nothing to hide, which made people feel uneasy.
But overall, I'm quite satisfied.
So he put down the empty cup and said proactively: "This tea... is pretty good."
The implication is to give him a chance to get closer by pouring tea and water.
Unexpectedly, the other party did not know how to cherish it at all. He only nodded slightly and said: "Since Miss Zhao likes it, drink more."
Zhao Waner had no choice but to signal the maid to come forward and serve her.
There was another moment of silence, and Miss Zhao didn't give up and tried to talk again: "What are Mr. Duan's hobbies in his daily life?"
"...reading a book."
"The little girl also likes it very much." Zhao Waner smiled sweetly, "Can I ask what kind of book it is?"
"Examination..." Duan Chuiwen recalled the expression on his mother's face, swallowed the word "autopsy" and changed his words, "Collection of poems, etiquette and music."
If I scare this Miss Zhao away again, I'm afraid she won't even be able to enter the house next time.
"Ah, what a coincidence." Zhao Waner covered her lips and let out a small exclamation, looking very happy, "I wonder if the young master likes "Yueshan Dream" or "The Collection of Ya Songs"..."
Just as he was talking, a shadow suddenly enveloped him, and then a clear and pleasant voice came.
"Brother Duan, of course he likes "The Collection of Torture" more!"
After Xia Houzhi landed, she ignored the man's stunned expression and naturally sat next to him.
"This is... Mr. Duan, your friend?" Zhao Waner suppressed the fright in her heart and forced a smile.
Duan Chuiwen hadn't thought about how to answer yet, but the man next to him was quite obedient.
"That's right!"
His Royal Highness raised one hand to put on his shoulder, and opened the folding fan with the other hand, as if they were good brothers.
Master Duan: "..."
Although the young man's behavior is a bit abrupt, he is so handsome that no one can get bored.
Zhao Waner's cheeks turned red as she was stared at by those beautiful phoenix eyes. After remembering her identity today, she calmed down a little and said hesitantly: "May I ask this young master, what kind of collection did you just say?
By which famous artist?"
"Written by Qu Zhengping, the former Prison Secretary, this book is a masterpiece. It describes various methods of extorting confessions with pictures and texts, including but not limited to skinning, burning, sawing, breaking vertebrae, and filling with lead..."
"Well."
Her bright red face instantly turned pale, Zhao Waner raised her sleeves to cover her lips, and the hand holding the fan could not help but tremble.
Duan Chuiwen's heart skipped a beat: "Miss Zhao..."
Before my words of rescue could be uttered, I was overtaken again.
"But as the saying goes, seeing is better than hearing a hundred times. When you marry Brother Duan in the future, you will definitely have the opportunity to see it with your own eyes. Brother Duan's interrogation techniques are top-notch. It's like peeling off the skin..."
"vomit--"
Miss Zhao finally couldn't bear it any longer. She didn't even care about being rude and didn't even say hello. She ran out quickly with her three-inch golden lotus in her hands.
The maid and the boy hurriedly followed, and soon they got into the carriage downstairs and disappeared at the end of the road.
The bead curtain at the door was still swaying, making a crisp knocking sound.
Duan Chuiwen paused, closed his eyes, and turned to look inside the house.