Chapter 8 Clouds want clothes and flowers to look

Qin Si smiled and hummed softly. Maybe it's not useless to stay here. If she remembers it well, the governor of Suzhou is the prince. Chess pieces, chess pieces, I want to use your chess pieces for me.

"It's okay. I'll go down with you." Qin Si added another layer of the veil on his face and walked downstairs beside Qingmo. The back of Qingmo is opposite, and the meaning is also blurred in his eyes.

Walking through the corner of the stairs, there was a noisy wine addiction, and when the green ink appeared, the noise was quiet for a moment, and then it curled up more and more. Qingmo's pace was steady, but his smile was stronger when he heard the shouting.

Without waiting for Qingmo to fall to the ground, a man dressed as a Confucian student rushed forward and hugged Qingmo firmly. Qingmo's cheeks turned red and retreated, but his eyes were endlessly charming.

"Qingmo has been in a good body these days. He can only sing one song today. Please pity Qingmo's body. Don't blame him." Qingmo's face was as soft as a mask. Qin Si stood beside Qingmo and walked in the lobby until he saw a richly dressed young man.

"Yes, you promised to have a drink with me ten days ago, but you have to keep your promise today." The prince smiled, and his eyes flashed brightly.

Qingmo nodded anly with a smile, and then stood on the flower platform.

The gentle music undulates from the silk bamboo orchestra, the blue ink and red lips are open and closed, and the song is like an balus.

"When will the spring flowers and autumn moon come, and how much do you know about the past? The small building had another east wind last night, and the past was unbearable to look back in the moonlight. The carved railings and jade should still be there, but Zhu Yan changed. It's a little more worried than wings flying, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward. Lian Li has a lot of worries, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward..." (It means that it has been changed.)

The color of sadness circulates in the voice of the green ink, evokes infinite depth. And Qingmo's lonely look was even more pitiful. When she sang a song, there were endless applause.

Qingmo lifted his sleeves, half covered the blush on his cheeks, and stepped off the flower table. As soon as she got off the stage, she was surrounded by many people. Qingmo declined, and then pulled Qin Si. This action made others turn their eyes to Qin Si and ask curiously.

"Is this the new girl?"

"This figure is good, but I don't know what this face looks like."

As he spoke, someone reached out to pull down Qin Si's veil, and the green ink blocked him, and the embarrassment was still aggrieved. The prince, who sat aside without making a sound, slapped the table again, and the lobby suddenly became quiet.

"Miss Qingmo, I'll take you upstairs."

It is worthy of being the magistrate. One sentence suppressed all the chaos. Qingmo smiled delicately and half leaned on Qin Si upstairs. Qingmo did not welcome the man into the room: "Mr. Zhang, Qingmo is really unhappy today. How about drinking three cups with you tomorrow?"

While speaking, Qingmo's eyes raised, which made Mr. Zhang's heart ripple. There was no reason not to agree. He nodded, shook off the folding fan in his hand and went downstairs.

Qingmo returned to the house, hastily washed the powder on his face and collapsed: "Sister, I will let Mr. Zhang enter the house tomorrow. What do you need me to do?"

Qin Si was stunned, and then came down indifferently without turning around the corner. She sat on the side of Qingmo and whispered in her ear...

The next morning, when the spring flower and autumn moon building were still immersed in sleepiness, Qin Si greeted Qingmo and wanted to go out. She didn't let anyone accompany her, but said that she wanted to walk around Suzhou. Qingmo was not at ease, and a close maid followed him to serve him. Qin thought that Suzhou is not small, and it will not be good if he gets lost, so he will no longer refuse.

There is heaven above and Suzhou and Hangzhou below. This is not a generalization. Qin Si wandered around the most prosperous streets of Suzhou, thinking to himself. Suzhou is not as solemn as the capital, but it has its own gentleness of a small jasper. Whether it is a forest of shops or a bluestone road under your feet, it has its own charm.

"Qinger girl, this Changping Street (long comment? Do I ask for such a long comment?) There is nothing that can't be bought. This snack in Wufangzhai is Qingmo's favorite, and it is particularly difficult to wait. There is also the rouge shop in the front corner. The rouge gouache inside is first-class, and even the capital can't buy it. The maidservant who was with Qin Si was originally very quiet. Qin Si chatted with her, but opened the chat box. Now she is interested in introducing things in Suzhou City to Qin Si.

Qin Si listened, sometimes nod and answered a few words, and did not look at the novelty. He looked around and wandered on the signs on both sides of Changping Street.

Seeing that Qin Si was not very interested, the maid stopped talking for a while, but slowed down and followed Qin Si.

Qin Si couldn't help but be dazzling at the various signs on both sides of the street, but this is the only way she can find her uncle. She never asked her uncle what he did in business. She just heard that her father mentioned that her uncle loved calligraphy very much, and his store sign was written by himself. At that time, Qin Si was still asking his father to find the ink left by his uncle and looked at it for a long time.

Seeing that Changping Street was about to reach the end, Qin Si couldn't help but be anxious, and his feet were faster. The maid behind her trotted to follow and called out, "Miss Qinger, what are you looking for?"

Qin Si raised his eyes left and right, and was unwilling to look back after hearing the maid's voice. Looking back, a plaque made her feel a little familiar, Yunxiangzhuang. Qin Si's eyes were soft and there was some expectation. Just now, this cloud character is quite distinctive, full and chic, which is very similar to my uncle's handwriting.

"The girl originally wanted to buy cloth to make clothes. She has a good vision. The tailoring of Yunxiangzhuang's clothes is novel, but it's more expensive. Few girls in the building can wear clothes..." The maid followed Qin Si to Yunxiangzhuang and explained in a low voice.

It turned out to be a satin village.

Is that right? Then I have to take a good look. By the way, Sister Qingmo likes to eat Wufangzhai's pastries. Since we come out, we will bring some back. Why don't you go and buy them for my sister? Qin Si stood beside them, picked up a satin casually, and gently stroked the cool and smooth storage.

The maidservant hesitated a little: "But if the girl loses her way, it will not be easy for me to work."

"Can I lose this straight road?" Qin Si smiled lightly, and then the maid left.

Qin Si waited for the maidservant to go far away and no longer looked at the cloth placed on the wooden table, but went straight to the shopkeeper.

"Shopkeeper, I want to ask who made this signboard? Yunxiang's clothes and flowers are a good name. Even if Qin Chao'an is the owner of Yunxiangzhuang, he is hidden behind the scenes. Naturally, it is difficult for Qin Si to ask directly.