Liuli and Yuchifeng followed the two people, while Ziling jumped beside them. Since Baili Xi's downfall, everyone was worried that Ziling would be implicated, and they almost never allowed her to come to the capital. Even if she came,
She was always allowed to stay in the Duke's Mansion. This time, she was finally able to go shopping on the street. Zi Ling was very happy.
Not far away, a carriage came up from the front. The official driver, Song Zhaozu, said, "Oh boss, you just walked out like this. The capital is so big. You will be exhausted just walking there. Get in the carriage quickly."
Everyone got on the carriage. I don't know where Song Zhaozu got the carriage from. Five people sat in it, and there was actually a lot of open space, which seemed quite spacious.
"Who are these?" Song Zhaozu was a little curious.
Su Yin pointed at Yu Wensheng, "This is my husband."
Song Zhaozu hurriedly saluted, "It turns out to be the big boss, disrespectful and disrespectful."
Yu Wensheng, who looked cold and arrogant, couldn't help being laughed at by Song Zhaozu. This guy didn't look like an official from the Metropolitan Procuratorate. He was simply a well-rounded businessman.
"These two are my younger brothers and sisters, Liuli and Yuchifeng." Su Yin turned to point at Ziling, "You are the one who is really disrespectful. She is not suitable for others. She is the owner of Bama Tea House, Miss Ziling.
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Song Zhaozu suddenly slapped his head and said, "Boss, you are too powerful. I'm just telling you why you are so interested in Bama Tea House. It turns out that you want to help Miss Ziling take back Bama Tea House. No problem. I, Song Zhaozu, like it the most."
I’m not used to those slaves who bully their masters. They used to nod and bow down, but then they betrayed their masters whenever something happened to their masters..."
Listening to Song Zhaozu talking about Baili Xi's downfall, Zi Ling couldn't help but feel a little sad and sighed softly.
This small detail was noticed by Su Yin, and he quickly stretched out his hand to stop Song Zhaozu, "You are the only one who talks a lot. I think you and Nalan Song and Tai Shi Wu in our mansion are like the same mother. Don't talk nonsense."
Come on, catch your car."
Song Zhaozu responded loudly and drove the carriage to the Bama Tea House on the East Street of the capital.
The carriage drove on the wide bluestone road for a while and arrived at the entrance of a tea house. Su Yin and others stepped out of the carriage and were instantly overwhelmed by the momentum of Bama Tea House.
Good guy, it’s just a teahouse, and it’s even more impressive than the palace. The gate tower is almost as high as Su Yin’s Duke’s Palace. If others don’t know, they don’t see the name ‘Bama Teahouse’ on the plaque hanging at the door.
With these four big characters, you must think this is a Yamen.
"Come on, let's go in and meet shopkeeper Sun Da." Su Yin smiled, and walked into the teahouse lobby arm in arm with Yu Wensheng.
As soon as I walked into the lobby, the fragrance of all kinds of fine teas hit my nostrils. As I walked around the room, I felt like I had taken a bath in my lungs, and I felt much more relaxed when I breathed.
"What a delicious tea!" Su Yin couldn't help but sigh.
"Girl, you have good taste!" A man's elegant voice came from the stairs on the second floor of the tea house. Then, there was the sound of feet stepping on the wooden stairs. A man walked up the stairs in small steps.
Walk down.
"I am the shopkeeper of this Bama Tea House, Sun Lie. You are so polite, young lady." Sun Lie bowed slightly. He looked not like a businessman at all, but more like an older son from an official family. This is consistent with his appearance.
Song Zhaozu, who was an official in the imperial court, but had a philistine air, and was so disgusting that he would kill someone without paying for it, which formed a sharp contrast.