Wan Yunjun took little Fang Sheng with him, picked out a carriage of gifts, and paid a visit to Yuan Shaopei.
Before today, she tried to get to the Yuan family but couldn't. Now she only used a Fang Sheng stacked by King Jin to get to the Yuan family gate. It seems that this is not the first time that Fang Sheng has seen Yuan Shaopei's house.
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Sitting on a side chair in the main hall, she had some leisure and took a look at the Yuan family.
It is not easy to live in Kyoto. The Yuan family is much smaller than the Wan family. There is a white porcelain vase on the table. There are no plum blossoms in it. There is a shiny black feather duster. There are two portraits hanging on the wall, one of Zu Chongzhi.
A Liu Hui, nothing else.
After opening the door in front of the hall, there is a straight bluestone road with a shallow layer of grass on both sides of the road. There is a large water tank under the wall. Behind it is a closed hanging flower door, which is a place for sitting and lying.
This small second-entry house is quite orderly.
After Wan Yunjun looked at it, she withdrew her gaze. Just as she was about to pick up the teacup and take a sip, two people came "thumping" from outside and asked her to put the teacup down.
The man walking in front, wearing a crane cloak and holding an oil-paper umbrella in his hand, said as he walked: "I have lived in the yamen for most of my life, and I am still afraid of this idiot, so he let us hide here.
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"Oh, we have a visitor," the visitor stopped hurriedly, turned to wink at the other person next to him, "Jiuyang, there is a visitor named Yuan!"
Wan Yunjun stood up quickly and bowed to the two of them: "I..."
Qing Jiuyang interrupted her lightly: "We won't use the names. Guests can do as they please."
The boy then squeezed out from behind: "You two gentlemen, please come in."
After that, the two began to stride again. The boy opened the second door, and the two squeezed in through the crack in the door, and soon disappeared.
The boy turned around and came out, gave Wan Yunjun a cup of tea, and continued to work without saying a word.
Wan Yunjun thought about the origins of these two people, but because he was not familiar with Kyoto, he had no clue after thinking for a long time, so he had to give up.
After a while, another person came in. He had a straight head and straight face, and was wearing a gray round-collared robe. The boy followed him, with a crane cloak on his arm.
Wan Yunjun knew that this person must be Yuan Shaopei, so he stood up again, bowed his head to the bottom, and explained the origin of his name to Yuan Shaopei.
Yuan Shaopei said "hmm" without saying much. He asked the boy to step back and took Fang Sheng from Wan Yunjun's hand. He turned it over and over and looked at it carefully. After seeing that there were no traces of other folding, he opened it.
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He was a serious person. When he sat there reading the letter, he read without saying a word and frowned.
Wan Yunjun couldn't help but stand up seriously, sat up straight, and placed his hands squarely on his legs.
After Yuan Shaopei read it, he folded Fang Sheng at will, called the boy in, and asked him to invite the eighth master of the Xie family as usual. When the boy went out, he looked at Wan Yunjun: "Do you know the big brother?"
Wife?"
"Ah?" Wan Yunjun was stunned for a moment, then he realized what he was doing and nodded, "We know each other. We were friends when we were in Dingzhou. Our Wan family wants to run a Jiaozi shop, and we have been discussing it with the eldest lady for a long time."
Yuan Shaopei became a little more friendly and motioned for her to drink tea.
He also picked up the tea cup and began to drink tea. Apart from that, he had no words.
Wan Yunjun sat in a chair and drank the tea from green to colorless. Facing the silent Yuan Shaopei, he wanted to cry but had no tears.
She can fight with businessmen with ease, can fight one against three pheasants, and can chat and laugh with Zhending officials. However, officials from the capital like Yuan Shaopei really put her in trouble.
He doesn't talk or laugh, and his whole person is straight and upright without any cracks, making it impossible to start.
She put down the tea cup and couldn't drink any more tea - she wanted to relieve herself, but couldn't do it, so she could only hold it in.
While the two were sitting there, Xie Zhou rushed over in a hurry. Seeing Yuan Shaopei sitting motionless, he immediately said, "What kind of Zen are you doing?"
Yuan Shaopei stood up: "Master Ba came so quickly."
Wan Yunjun stood up for the third time and greeted Mr. Xie. After a closer look, he saw that Mr. Xie was a handsome man with fine features and a long body. However, he was unshaven and his eyes were bloodshot. He looked like a handsome man.
Very tired.
Xie Zhou glanced at Wan Yunjun, but before he could say anything, Yuan Shaopei handed over the letter from King Jin. Xie Zhou read it twice carefully, wrote down everything written in the letter, and then burned the letter.
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This time he looked directly at Wan Yunjun: "Do you know Sister Yue? She is in your house now?"
This question seemed familiar, Wan Yunjun nodded: "Yes."
"Okay, that's not an outsider," Xie Zhou's expression softened obviously, and he said hurriedly to Yuan Shaopei: "Have Ni Peng and Qing Jiuyang come to your place?"
Yuan Shaopei nodded: "Here he comes."
Xie Zhou breathed a sigh of relief: "Brother Du is gone. I have to arrange all our people in a proper place. Zhang Er is very crazy. You have to be careful."
"Don't worry, Mr. Dong won't let anything happen to me."
Wan Yunjun was secretly surprised, thinking that Mr. Dong must be the current Prime Minister Dong Tongying. It seemed that the fight between King Jin and King Yan was no longer concealed, but started fighting without any scruples.
Xie Zhou stood by the brazier, lowered his head to warm his hands, and was silent for a moment: "You have to find something for Jin Shang to do, so that he won't have to leave the palace in white dragon fish clothes to visit his son on a whim."
Yuan Shaopei nodded: "It's easy to handle. There happens to be something unclear about the accounts of the Third Division."
Wan Yunjun started to feel restless - could she really hear this? He wouldn't silence her as soon as he left the house.
Xie Zhou turned to look at Wan Yunjun: "How are you, Sister Yue? Have you recovered from your illness?"
Wan Yunjun was worried about himself. When Xie Zhou asked, he replied: "Okay."
Xie Zhou smiled: "As long as she is good, Dingzhou is suffering and she has suffered. Please give me a message and say that Brother Zhou is waiting for her in Kyoto."
His smile suddenly changed, with murderous intent: "Today's matters must be kept secret."
Wan Yunjun's throat rolled and he nodded subconsciously.
"Okay, I'm leaving." Xie Zhou rubbed his hands, turned around and left.
He came and went in such a hurry that he didn't even have time to take off his cloak. As he walked out, he knocked a maid to the ground with a "bang".
"Hey, Yuanyuan, why are you here?" Xie Zhou reached out and pulled the maid up.
Yuanyuan was a silly goose. He didn't dust himself off or complain about pain. Instead, he took out a goose-yellow purse and handed it to Xie Zhou. He pointed at Wan Yunjun and said, "She gave me a big letter."
A letter from the madam, I want to ask her to give this purse to the eldest lady, it was enshrined in the Daxiangguo Temple, and I also embroidered the Bodhisattva on it."
Xie Zhou pinched the purse and took a look. The Bodhisattva embroidered on it was very similar to Song Huiyue's true biography. It was small and wild. He handed the purse to Wan Yunjun and said: "You embroidered the Bodhisattva like this. It's difficult for the Bodhisattva."
Bless Sister Yue."
Yuanyuan's eyes suddenly turned red.
Wan Yunjun pursed his lips and thought: "What a handsome man, why does he have such a long mouth?"
Xie Zhou left with Han Feng before Yuan Yuan shed tears. Wan Yunjun could not sit across from Yuan Shaopei again, so he left quickly, thinking that he was lucky to have met the King of Jin, otherwise she would not have seen him even if there were ten Yuan Yuan.