As Zhou Lang walked in stride, the maids and maids on the road hurriedly lowered their heads to give way, watching the boy go away with the cold winter wind.
"Sixth Young Master seems unhappy?"
"Who made the young master unhappy again? So early in the morning."
"Speaking of which, Master Six has not been happy for a long time..."
"It seems that the young master is going to see Mrs. Cheng..."
Banqin couldn't help but stop and looked over there with an uneasy expression.
Lady…
"Hey, hurry up, are you eating in vain?" Another girl shouted angrily.
Banqin hurriedly lowered his head, grasped the stick in his hand, and worked hard with the girl to carry a basket of orders for starch.
"Cheng Jiaoniang, are you guarding against thieves? If you don't want to, just don't want to. Why do you have to make my mother so angry?"
Zhou Lang shouted, looking at the woman sitting upright in front of him.
"Sixth Young Master, my wife is ill." The maid raised her eyebrows and shouted.
"Stop pretending to be stupid for me, just lie to others." Zhou Lang said.
"Cheng Jiaoniang, aren't you just a girl? Don't you think we haven't cared about you? Isn't that what matters to you?"
When Liu Lang looked at the woman sitting in front of him, especially at the dull expression, he felt that his heart was filled with anger. He didn't know whether it was because of his mother's shame or something else.
"A little kindness turns into disgust in your eyes. Can you say anything? Stop being so yin and yang?"
"What kind of money do you have? It's worth our plot against you!"
"We are plotting against you, Cheng Jiaoniang, do you think you are capable now? Are you not afraid of anything anymore? Our Zhou family is of no use to you except to disgust you?"
"Cheng Jiaoniang, you have gained fame now because you think that we have taken advantage of you and want to benefit from you. But you know that our Zhou family has to protect you from wind and rain. Without the protection of the family, you will be eaten by others sooner or later.
All the bones are gone!”
Cheng Jiaoniang put down the water glass in her hand and looked at the red-faced Liu Lang standing in the room. She seemed to have not heard what he just said, and his expression remained the same.
"Who wants to eat me?" she asked.
Saturday Lang gritted his teeth.
"Just pretend!" he said, turned around and walked away.
The room returned to silence, and the maidservant knelt down, looking a little worried and angry.
"Madam..." she said.
"It's okay." Cheng Jiaoniang said, looking out the door, "It's nothing more than three things if you mess with me like this."
What is wrong? Is it because the Sixth Young Master is rude and rude?
So what if it’s three days later?
The maid was slightly stunned.
"I want to practice calligraphy. You come and study." Cheng Jiaoniang said, fluttering her sleeves and stretching out her hands.
The maid hurriedly responded and took the book aside.
The crisp sound of reading came from indoors.
In the bustling city of Beijing, even though it was not lunch time, the Fairy Palace was already bustling with people.
The prostitutes who played and sang to accompany the guests, the idle men who hawked refreshments, laughed and cheered, and the steaming heat from the copper pots made the whole hall become as noisy and lively as a fairyland.
The floor hall on this floor is noisy, but the private rooms on the second floor are elegant and quiet. Only when the waiters serving tea and wine come in and out, laughter can be heard from the open door.
Dou Qi stepped into a box and hurriedly closed the door with her own hands. It was a large box with a screen of flowers and plants in front of it, and it could be seen that there were two or three people sitting behind it.
Dou Qi squeezed out a third of the smile on his face, and then walked around the screen. A man in his fifties, with big square ears, a white face and a long beard, and a somewhat majestic expression appeared in front of him.
"Grandpa." He called out, walked a few steps over and sat down on his knees.
The two young official prostitutes sitting next to him handed over the wine bottles.
Dou Qi poured it out with his own hands.
"Thanks to grandpa's help, we have to sell alcohol," he said.
Liquor is owned by the government, and sales in restaurants are taxed by the government.
The man took the wine glass and hummed calmly.
"What kind of good wine is it? The ones sold by officials are not as good as those brewed by experts." He said, after only one bite, he stopped eating. "The good wine brewed by Huixianlou is waiting to find their recipe."
Dou Qi was very happy.
"But, Huixian Tower..." He said worriedly again.
It is impossible to open a restaurant and get permission to make wine without a backer in the government.
Especially the secret recipe for brewing wine, which is worth thousands of gold. How can you say that you want it?
"Censor Niu Wenqing has done something bad." The man said calmly.
Dou Qi suddenly realized.
That is the backing of Huixian Tower. If the backing falls, it will naturally be time to divide the benefits.
"Thank you, Grandpa." He shouted in a hurry.
There are passing gods and fine wines, so it’s hard not to make a fortune in the fairy house!
If you get rich, some jealous people will...
"Grandpa, what I told you last time, just in case..." He quickly raised his head and said.
"What's the matter?" the man asked calmly.
"This is the original owner of the passing fairy..." Dou Qi lowered his voice and said.
"Guide Lang will lead the Zhou family?" the man asked, snorting disdainfully, "It doesn't matter, it's worth mentioning."
"But I heard that the Zhou family is very popular now. They have connections with Chen Xianggong and Tong Neihan, and there is also a god who has come back to life. Then..." Dou Qi said in a low voice.
"Resurrection from the dead, a god?" The man even sneered, "Monster powers can confuse the gods. Gentlemen should stay away from them. It's just that the words of the market are unstoppable, but they actually dare to admit it like this? A minister of the emperor openly publicized such a thing.
Talk, I think the Zhou family has bad intentions and evil intentions, what? Are they trying to say that this passing deity was also given by a deity? Only they can use it, not the rest of us."
Having said this, he slapped the towel he was wiping his hands on on the table.
"He dares!" he said, with a greedy smile on his lips, "If he really dares, that's not bad."
How dare you? Why is it so good?
Dou Qi was a little puzzled.
"Resurrection from the dead? It's interesting." The man muttered to himself and narrowed his eyes.
Since Tong Neihan was treated, although it was reported that Cheng Jiaoniang was ill in the next few days, this did not suppress everyone's amazement at such miraculous things, nor did it stop everyone from seeking medical treatment.
Due to Cheng Jiaoniang's two incurable rules, people seeking treatment did not come in droves.
After all, it is rare to see a person who is bound to die, and it is even rarer to see a person who is bound to die and can easily produce thousands of coins, but this does not mean that there is no such thing.
In the early morning of late winter, the tranquility of the Zhou family was once again broken by the noise.
"Please call the miracle doctor for help, my father is dying!"
The knocking on the door gave both the Zhou family and his wife a headache.
"What do you think this is? People always carry dead people into the house. Isn't it unlucky?" Mrs. Zhou complained.
Fortunately, since the Tong family broke in, the Zhou family had learned a lesson and had the courage to do so. No matter who called what name, they would never break in so easily again.
"Why are you trying to stop me? We are not looking for your Zhou family, we are looking for Mrs. Cheng. Get out of the way." The people outside the door were menacing, accompanied by the woman's cries.
Mrs. Zhou was so angry that she wanted to cough again.
What do you mean it has nothing to do with the Zhou family! What are these people thinking!
But it really didn't look good to make such a fuss in front of the door, so I had to accept the post and let them in.
"What's wrong? My wife is sick." Mrs. Zhou said in the yard, especially when she saw that the post was from an inconspicuous family, she was even more upset.
Everyone knew that Cheng Jiaoniang was ill and had called a doctor. Hearing this, the visitor was a little panicked. Before he could say anything, he saw a maid coming over.
"Madam, Mrs. Cheng needs to prepare her car and go out," she said.
For a moment, everyone in the courtyard was stunned.
If you can go out, you are not sick, right?
The hatred in Mrs. Zhou's heart was something she had never said before, but she only expressed it when it was directed at her words.
She didn't understand why she couldn't get along with Cheng Jiaoniang in everything since she got her.
"Ms. Cheng, Mrs. Cheng." The people over there also reacted and shouted to see her without explanation.
At this time, there was no way to stop her, so Mrs. Zhou had to be led away.
As soon as we arrived at the second gate, we met face to face.
Looking at the person who was carried in front of her, Cheng Jiaoniang slightly lifted her hood and took a look.
"I can't cure it now, you can find someone else to treat it," she said.
The visitor was stunned, and so were the Zhou family members.
Can’t be cured?
Why can't it be cured again?
What I mean is that it cannot be cured, rather than that it cannot be treated if it violates the rules?
What does this mean?
"Madam, Madam." Everyone came to their senses and hurriedly begged.
"My father, this is no longer possible. Madam Cheng, please show mercy..." they shouted.
"We have money, we came with money! Ten thousand guan!" Someone else shouted, "No, 15,000 guan, or 20,000 guan will do. Mrs. Cheng, please help me!"
Twenty thousand!
Everyone in the Zhou family was stunned. (To be continued)
