The afternoon light left the room, and the room was covered with a layer of gray. The wealthy man sat up from the bed and moved his body.
Zhike handed over the cooked medicine.
"I'm busy being the leader." He said with a smile, "Issuing orders, collecting account books, receiving news, and exchanging letters with family members in various places."
The rich man laughed, took the medicine bowl and drank it all in one gulp. He didn't know whether he drank it too fast or it was too bitter, and he choked and coughed.
"Sir, drink slowly." Zhike hurriedly patted her.
The rich man said: "This is not wine, and I can't taste it. Why drink it slowly!"
Zhike helped him sit down: "Master is very happy recently and his complexion has improved a lot. I think it's better to get better or go out for a walk."
Rich Man Gao said with a smile: "When young people are having fun, old people like me should not be an eyesore."
In his eyes, Qixing being the leader is just for fun.
This is just for fun.
Do you still think that she is really the leader? Who does she think she is? Zhike smiled, then frowned and said: "But does she know where the Juzi Ling is? When will she get it? Don't really hold the Juzi Ling.
To deceive the master, let her be the leader."
Rich Man Gao smiled: "She's not lying to me, she's just guarding against me. She also knows that such an important thing as the Juzi Order can't be saved by just taking it out by a kid like her, so she wants to take the order.
Sit more securely and get approval from the people in the sect, so as not to be beaten to death as soon as you take it out."
He said shaking his head.
"What a mean person. Am I, Gao Suyang, that stingy? I'm just a leader. She can be the leader if she wants."
Saying this, he gave instructions to Zhike.
"When you pass the order, you must cooperate with her well, let her give orders, let her be majestic, and let her be the leader with glory."
Isn't he just a leader? Just act like it.
She can be a person now, or she can die. She doesn't care about the spiritual position of the head of the Mo clan.
He, Gao Suyang, never cared about the title of a leader.
She is just an illegitimate girl with no father or mother. She is lucky to be alive. What can it do if she is given a name? Can it turn the world upside down?
Having said this, he sat down and thought of his son.
"Where's Xiaoliu? You don't come to me anymore and you're guarding that girl every day?"
Zhike hurriedly said: "It's really not the case. The young master only went there once with the others, and he is guarding the gambling house every day."
Rich Man Gao smiled: "What? It's so fresh so quickly?"
Zhike said: "We are all descendants of Momen, and they all have the same set of habits. There is nothing new at all."
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The gambling house during the day is as dark as night and very noisy.
However, Gao Xiaoliu did not stand in front of the gambling table and kill everyone like before, nor did he go through the account books and shred all kinds of money into pieces.
He was sitting on a chair, his feet in golden straw sandals were dangling on the table, as if he was thinking deeply, and he seemed to be in a trance.
Smile from time to time.
Or look around, or look down at his own golden robe.
"I thought the Momen could only live like this, living without seeing the light of day."
"No, I never thought so. I just don't know how to think that it has been like this for so long."
"So, I wear brocade clothes and gold straw sandals and spend money like water, hoping to be seen."
"As for her, she directly wants all the Momen to wear brocade clothes and be seen by the world."
Gao Xiaoliu crossed his legs and swayed in different directions, took out the dice from the sachet, and turned them around in front of his eyes.
seven stars.
She is not a star in the sky.
She is the same person as him.
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There are many good gardens in the capital, where men can play and recite poems, and women can also come to escape the summer heat.
The family posted a message, and the sisters gathered together to see the scenery, play games, and exchange news about the capital.
For example, a certain family asked a concubine from the palace to act as a matchmaker to get married to Huo Lian of the Ducha Division, but somehow the news came out that they were rejected.
Although Huo Lian is infamous, her powerful appearance is indeed very attractive. Some people are willing to exchange marriage for wealth, and there are also women who are not afraid of love.
Over the years, many people have given Huo Lian their daughters and asked for marriage, but they were all rejected.
Unexpectedly, this time the concubines in the palace acted as matchmakers, which was equivalent to the emperor's intervention, but Huo Lian still rejected her.
You can see the dedication.
What kind of beauty is Miss Liang that Huo Lian treats like this?
Miss Liang has been in the north, and people in the capital are very unfamiliar with her.
Then they were escorted to Beijing as the female family members of imperial prisoners.
There's nothing nice about a prisoner being in such a miserable state.
"Actually, Miss Liang has been to the capital before." Another lady whispered, "One time General Liang came to Beijing to meet the emperor, and Miss Liang accompanied him, disguised as a man."
Pretending to be a man?
People around him became more interested.
"My family once hosted a banquet for General Liang." The lady didn't have anything to hide, and said, "Miss Liang is here too. I saw her."
"What is she like?" Others asked curiously.
This young lady was somewhat reminiscing: "She... was like a handsome young man."
The young gentleman smiled and saluted, looking handsome. General Liang laughed beside him and said he was his daughter, his eyes full of adoration.
I don’t know what the handsome young man has become now.
The ladies around were quiet for a while.
"Anyway, she still has Governor Huo's devotion." A young lady murmured.
"But Governor Huo is her father-killing enemy..." another young lady said.
What does it feel like to be doted on and loved by your slain father and enemy?
It was quiet again.
Damn it, we can't talk about this topic anymore. The lady of the house quickly stood up. Although this is a private garden, Du Cha Si's eyes are everywhere and they can penetrate everything.
Her eyes searched around the table, looking for someone and something safe to talk about without causing trouble.
When she saw a young lady wearing a green dress and holding a flower fan, her eyes lit up: "Miss Zhai Si, has your embroiderer opened a shop?"
Suddenly, Dudu Huo talked about the embroiderers. What could be said about the embroiderers of the Zhai family? The topic was changed too abruptly. How to pick up the topic? Several ladies were dissatisfied, but not only did they not remain silent the next moment,
The ladies talked lively.
"The embroiderer?"
"You actually opened a shop?"
"Are you in the capital?"
Who is the embroiderer? Why do so many people know about it?
"This embroiderer is extraordinary." A young lady said with great joy, "Dudu Huo even praised her."
Huo Lian? It turns out that the topic has not changed yet, and it is still related to Governor Huo, so she hurriedly asked and told what happened before.
After finishing talking about the previous things, the atmosphere became more lively, and Miss Zhai Si took the opportunity to speak.
"It's open. It's on Tonglou Street. Do you want to go and show your appreciation? Miss Qixing's craftsmanship is really good."
The ladies who were originally discussing all looked calm after hearing this.
Some people said, "Why is it on Tonglou Street? That place is too small and too remote."
Some people say, "I don't care if it's exquisite or not. I prefer Baodanglou's craftsmanship, which is expensive and famous."
Some even joked, "In that small store, Miss Zhai Si alone is enough to support her."
A little embroiderer from the countryside is indeed clever and clever, but it is still impossible for the ladies in the capital to take notice of her.
There is no shortage of exquisite craftsmanship in the capital. As a wealthy family, food and clothing are very sophisticated, so they care more about reputation than craftsmanship.
Although Miss Zhai Si had already guessed that this would happen, she was still a little embarrassed to see it with her own eyes.
She couldn't help but put the fan in her hand behind her back.
"But there are a lot of exquisite new things recently." She said, changing the topic, "I went to Baozhuanglou with my sisters a few days ago, and they said that there was a new rouge from the sea, and the color palette was unprecedented.
Such a small amount of rouge..."
She let go of her hand and let the fan fall behind the chair, then stretched out her hand to show its size.
"Just one or two gold."
It's so expensive. It's really a good thing. The ladies were immediately attracted and started talking and asking.
Miss Zhai Si breathed a sigh of relief. She had done her best and could not let herself be laughed at for the sake of Miss Qixing.
Alas, there is nothing I can do, business is really hard to do.
If she really couldn't do it anymore, she would give Miss Qixing more money so that she could go home safely.
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It rains a lot in Beijing in the summer, and it rains very quickly. One moment, the sun is shining, and the next moment, dark clouds are rolling in, and raindrops as big as soybeans are falling. A passerby has no choice but to jump into this shop to take shelter from the rain.
"Sir, please sit inside." The female voice said from behind, "The rain has splashed in."
The customer hurriedly looked back and saw that the shop was not big. Two young girls were behind the counter, both holding embroidery tools in their hands. However, there were only a few embroidery samples on the counter, which looked empty.
Is it an embroidery shop? There is also an embroidery shop on Tonglou Street? Aren’t they all on Jinyin Street? The customer was a little embarrassed and said, “I’m taking shelter from the rain.” But since he came in, it was considered a compliment to take a look, “They are all there.
What embroidery?"
Qing Zhi put down the embroidery bag in his hand and took out the embroidery sample: "I can do anything, just take a look at the colors." Then he asked him to sit down and poured tea and fruits and snacks.
The customer was even more embarrassed: "Don't be busy, girl. I don't want to buy embroidery. I just came to a shop on the street to repair the box."
He said, lifting the bundle in his hand.
"The box my mother left behind has become damaged over time."
Qixing, who was sitting at the counter, raised his head: "A box? Let me take a look."