Jia Lian returned to his own room after eating in Lin Ruhai's house. It was already past the time to light the lamp.
Jia Lian called the waiters from Guangling Tower and ordered them to prepare a brazier and a bathtub in the room next to his, ready to take a comfortable hot bath.
The waiter was used to serving others, and he knew that Jia Lian was a distinguished guest among distinguished guests, so he was naturally more attentive and attentive.
The waiter ran out like a gust of wind and took the people to prepare like a gust of wind.
A brand new pine wood bathtub, when soaked in hot water, the rosin that overflows smells great.
Three brand new snow-white hand towels, neatly folded, are placed on the small table within reach next to the tub.
In addition to the hot water prepared in the bucket, a cold water bottle and a hot water bottle are also prepared on the shelf next to the bathtub. The hot water bottle is also wrapped with a clean cotton cover.
What is placed in the small paulownia box is not fragrant bath beans, but goose pancreas "Official soap goose pancreas dripping beads powder, new shoes are also fragrant".
The spices include clove, agarwood, green wood incense, peach blossom, stalactite powder, pearls, jade shavings, Shu water flowers, papaya flowers, nai flowers, pear flowers, red lotus flowers, plum flowers, cherry flowers, white hollyhock flowers, and inula flowers.
, there are seventeen flavors of musk, which are only sold in the world at the top "Qianjin Pavilion" in Yangzhou. A piece as big as a goose egg costs two taels of silver.
But everyone has long since noticed that Mr. Lian, this distinguished guest, has a strange problem, that is, he does not need a maid to serve him every time he takes a bath.
I brought three personal maids here, but no one took care of me taking a shower. Isn’t it a joke?
Do such expensive guests have to do it themselves and bathe themselves?
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Jia Lian really can only bathe himself.
After all, Jia Lian comes from a new world where everyone is equal. He is thirty years old on the inside and twenty on the outside. How can he be considered an adult man? How can he let a pure little sister of thirteen or fourteen give him a bath?
How easy it would be for the gun to go off and get into trouble.
What's even more hateful is that his original owner, Jia Lian, used to have the bad habit of "sticking sesame cakes", so that now Jia Lian never dares to call Xing'er, so Fu'er comes to help him rub his back.
I really get goosebumps just thinking about it.
Women don’t dare to use it, and men don’t dare to use it either. If you don’t wash it yourself, who else can you find?
Alas - be self-reliant and have enough food and clothing.
In fact, it doesn’t matter. I have been bathing myself for thirty years in my previous life, and it’s not difficult. But I didn’t wash my long hair when I took a bath, which made it more difficult.
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Jia Lian took a shower, put on clothes, opened the door and walked directly into his bedroom.
Qingwen was waiting with a comb. When she saw him coming in, she smiled and said:
"Next time I'll wash the second master's hair. I just heard the second master complaining in the house that his hair was not easy to wash."
Jia Lian dragged a lot of wet long hair and said depressedly:
"When is the best time to cut it?
Three thousand worries, these worries are too many and too long."
In his previous life, he used to worry about hair loss at the top of his head or a receding hairline, but now he is worried about his hair being too long. Sure enough, life is full of worries.
Qingwen pouted:
"If you cut three thousand worries, won't you become a monk?
If the second master becomes a monk, what will I do? What will Cornelius do?"
"Hoho? This is amazing.
It’s just that you are thinking about me, you are also thinking about me for Juyu, but you are not jealous of her.”
Qingwen sat Jia Lian on the stool and used a comb to smooth out Jia Lian's black hair that was longer than his waist:
"Why should I be jealous?
Who told me that I was born late? When I met the second master, he already had a wife and concubines. Who should I be jealous of?
Besides, Cornel and I are good sisters. She also likes everything I like to eat; I don’t like anything she hates either.
Since we both have the same preferences, then we both like the second master, why do we still want to steal half of it from each other?"
"Half for one person???"
Jia Lian shivered with fright, and his hair was suddenly pulled painfully by the comb.
"Ouch, it hurts! Second master, please don't move."
Jia Lian grinned and rubbed his head with his hands: "It's my hair you're pulling. Why are you saying it hurts?"
It’s all the fault of the long hair!
As expected, "When your hair grows to your waist, how about mopping the floor with it? When your hair grows to your waist, I will give you a knife."
Qingwen stretched out her hand to rub Jia Lian's head:
"I'm crying out for the second master, but the second master still doesn't accept my favor."
Jia Lian's hand touched Qingwen's soft little hand and did not stop.
Qingwen's method of combing her hair was obviously lighter and more careful, but she didn't speak for a while, which made Jia Lian very uncomfortable and couldn't help but ask:
"Why don't you talk a lot? Are you angry?"
After waiting for a while, Qingwen whispered:
"Zuyu said that the second master has fallen in love with Ahe, is it true?"
Jia Lian gnashed his teeth:
"You two are so happy together. Why are you always thinking about me behind my back?"
Qingwen is known for her stubbornness, and she continues the above topic:
"Second Master, sister Ahe is at least three or four years older than Second Master. Maybe she is a few years younger, and is much older than Second Master."
"Female junior, holding a gold brick."
"A tenth-year-old woman is still hugging a cesspool!"
This little unlucky kid who didn't understand anything made Jia Lian very angry.
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With her hair combed, Jia Lian slumped down comfortably on the chair, thinking about preparing to leave for Suzhou.
If Sister Lin is willing to stay with her father in Yangzhou, then she should stay in Yangzhou.
Anyway, Zhen Huan’s officials in the Lianghuai Salt Administration are definitely gone, and the emperor will naturally take the opportunity to replace them with his own people. In this way, Lin Ruhai, the salt patrol censor, will be stable in Yangzhou.
The Yanxunyan Censor is a supervisory censor who "patrols hunting on behalf of the emperor". His duty is to rectify the situation and eradicate corruption. Although he is not a good job, Lin Ruhai has the emperor's trust and has always had a good official reputation. Promotion is a matter of time.<
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If Lin Ruhai returns to Beijing to take up a post, it will not be difficult to meet Sister Lin.
As for whether Mrs. Jia wants to take Sister Lin back to the capital, or whether Mrs. Wang wants Sister Lin to never return to the capital, it doesn't really matter, because Jia Lian can also see that Daiyu has no interest in the little round face.
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Just when I was thinking of this, the door suddenly opened, and Dogwood came in with a smile and a food box:
"Shrimp roe red soup wontons, come and try them. I went to Jiangqiao's 'Bu Hometown' to buy them."
Seeing Qingwen sitting on the bed holding her legs and fuming, she put down her food box and ran to ask:
"What's wrong? Who made you so angry?"
Qingwen groaned angrily:
"Second Master really cares about Ah He. Fortunately, I didn't give him that post."
"What post?"
"I won't tell you!"
Cornelius was unexpectedly generous. She walked over and pulled out a post hidden underneath the inkstone and waved it in her hand:
"Second Master, we have all read the post. It was sent by Ahe. I asked Second Master to go to the Salt Gang's main hall a short while later.
The second master promised me and Qingwen two things, and this post will be given to the second master."