Shen Lie was still afraid that Zhang Jingxiu wouldn't believe it, so he said firmly: "If brother Jingxiu doesn't believe it, Shen can immediately write down the document and sign it."
That's it.
Shen Lie watched eagerly, his eyes full of expectation.
At this moment the air became quiet again.
There was silence in the small living room.
Zhang Jingxiu looked at Shen Lie in surprise, his bright eyes flashing with confusion, as if he had heard something unbelievable or a big joke.
Not to mention Zhang Jingxiu was stunned, even Zhang Kui and the maid standing aside were numb.
Everyone is stupid.
The maid couldn't help but raise her head and look at Shen Lie curiously. Looking at Shen Lie's naive face, the maid was stunned. She couldn't believe her ears.
Been making trouble for a long time...
This man actually came to borrow money from the lady?
She has served the young lady for so many years, and has seen many young talents in the small living room of this inner house. You, a young man from a famous family, and even relatives of the emperor have seen many of you.
She has seen people who give gifts, people who offer treasures, people who flatter, people who try to get close, people who flatter young ladies, there are all kinds of people, but...
This was the first time she saw a young man come to the Taishi Mansion to borrow money from his lady.
At this moment, the pretty maid felt that her world view had been subverted.
Zhang Kui was also speechless.
There was an eerie silence in the room.
There was a trace of confusion in Zhang Jingxiu's bright eyes, and then he gradually woke up from the confusion, but his pretty face was slightly red, as if he had encountered something very strange and indescribable.
Everything fell into place.
It turns out that this guy wrote a love poem to Miss Zhang first. In fact, it was not to express his love. This guy actually came to her with the poem in exchange for money.
The lion's mouth is open, and one mouth is three hundred taels.
In the strange silence, the corners of Zhang Jingxiu's fair mouth were slightly twitching. After being silent for a long time, he raised his slender hand and slapped it on the table with a snap.
Then, from Zhang Jingxiu's rosy little mouth, a few words came out: "Blast out!"
Zhang Kui responded quickly: "Hey!"
Then he used his thick arms to lift Shen Lie up from the small leaf sandalwood chair indiscriminately and pulled him out with all his strength.
Shen Lie was dragged away by Zhang Kui, stretching his neck and shouting: "Brother Jingxiu, brother Xian, think about it again!"
"Nothing to lose!"
Shen Lie was about to defend himself, but Zhang Jingxiu's face turned red with anger and he walked away quickly in disgust, leaving him with a ruthless back.
Then, a sudden shouting sounded in the inner chamber deep inside Zhang Mansion, causing some of the maids, such as Madam, who were staying in the house, to look over.
However, the shouting soon disappeared, and the maids and concubines went about their business again.
A moment later, outside the house.
Zhang Kui dragged Shen Lie all the way to the door of the mansion. Looking at Shen Lie who looked embarrassed, he couldn't help but shake his head, patted Shen Lie on the shoulder a few times, and sighed.
"Manager Shen, you...hey!"
That look seemed to say, what are you doing? I thought you were here to present poems, but you actually came to borrow money from my lady.
Is that true?
Zhang Kui sighed sadly: "It's an insult to gentlemen. This means that my lady is well-educated and of high quality. You can be satisfied if no one beats you to death with a stick!"
Shen Lie looked at the complaint on Zhang Kui's face and couldn't help but blush again, and said in embarrassment: "This matter... ugh!"
It’s hard to describe in one word!
Looking at the tall mansion door, Shen Lie couldn't help but scratch his itchy scalp. What did that sentence say? Don't talk about money between friends. Talking about money hurts feelings.
But now that the matter has come to this, Shen Lie has no choice but to apologize repeatedly with a grimace: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Zhang Wewei..."
But Zhang Kui had already walked away in disgust.
Shen Lie had no choice but to turn around and leave, sighing as he walked: "Looks like everything went wrong."
A quarter of an hour later, in the quiet courtyard deep in Zhang's mansion.
Zhang Jingxiu angrily walked back to his boudoir from the living room and walked around the small courtyard several times. Mingyan's pretty face turned red with anger.
At this moment, the more Miss Zhang thought about it, the angrier she became. She was annoyed, angry, and her pretty face was burning, and unknown fire was rising in her heart.
The maids on the side didn't dare to say anything out loud, walked lightly, and hid outside the door talking quietly.
"Miss, what's wrong?"
"Whoever messed with our lady without opening his eyes... are you tired of living?"
Amid the whispers, the eldest lady rushed out of the courtyard angrily, rushed into the living room with a red face, picked up the crumpled rice paper on the table, and crumpled it into pieces. A ball.
Then he threw it out of the window.
After struggling for a while, Zhang Jingxiu gradually calmed down, his anger subsided a little, and he began to think about the whole thing again.
In Fang's heart, the honest man who was pretending to be polite, but also stupid, looking at her pitifully appeared again.
At this moment, Zhang Jingxiu's nose was filled with smoke. She couldn't help but clenched her white teeth and said bitterly: "What a piece of shit!"
She wanted to rush over and bite the guy to death, and then kick him a few times.
at this time.
Seeing a servant outside pick up the ball of paper and want to throw it away, the corners of Zhang Jingxiu's mouth twitched slightly, but finally he said loudly.
"lay down!"
The servant shivered in fear and put down the piece of waste paper as if he was electrocuted.
Under the confused gazes of the servants, the eldest lady walked back to her boudoir and closed the door from inside.
The confidant maid standing by was slightly stunned. After thinking about it, she walked over and asked for the ball of paper, and then hid it secretly.
At this time, night fell, and the luxurious Taishi Mansion fell into silence.
The next day, early morning.
Zhang Jingxiu got up early and woke up. It seemed that her mood had stabilized, so she sat in front of the dressing table under the service of the maid, combing her cloud-like hair.
In silence.
Zhang Jingxiu seemed to remember something and asked softly: "Have you thrown away the poem?"
The maid was stunned for a moment and said hurriedly: "No... Miss."
She has served the young lady for so many years. She still doesn't know the young lady's temperament. She knows that the young lady loves poetry the most. Yesterday she was just angry. When she calms down, she will turn around and get it back.
Zhang Jingxiu responded lightly: "Yes."
Then he lowered his snow-white neck again, pondered for a moment and then said softly: "Go and get three hundred taels of silver."
The maid hurriedly responded, walked to the bookshelf, moved away a pile of story books and travel notes that the young lady loved to read, took out a sandalwood box, opened the box and filled it with silver notes.
The maid took out three silver notes worth one hundred taels and handed them to the young lady.
But I saw my young lady holding the banknote, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a smile. This smile was a bit naughty, and actually had a hint of playfulness.
The maid quickly lowered her head and pretended not to see anything. This was the first time she saw such a strange look on her young lady's face.
It feels like a little girl who has seen her favorite toy and is thinking about how to do it, with a little bit of bad taste.
The maid hesitated for a moment, then whispered: "Miss, three hundred taels is quite a lot."
Zhang Jingxiu waved his hand impatiently and said softly: "I understand."
Morning, cheap shop.
Shen Lie sat on the steps with a sullen expression, looking at the number of diners queuing up today. Then he looked at the waiter who also had a sullen expression and sighed.
"Hey, a penny can't help a heroic man."
The waiter said hurriedly: "Shopkeeper, it's not one penny but three hundred taels."
