Chapter 9 Leaving the original grass

Qin Si's question stunned the shopkeeper, and then replied with a smile, "Why did this girl ask this?"

"The handwriting on this signboard is really good, and the little woman is reckless." Qin Si did not ask directly, but took a step back.

"This signboard was written by a friend of our owner, but it usually seems to have a lot of deep meanings. It's rare for a girl to have a good vision." The shopkeeper was very happy. Qin Si smiled modestly and muttered, "I am also a person who loves calligraphy. I don't know when I can meet this master for advice..."

The shopkeeper frowned slightly, looked at Qin Si's sincere look, and then paused, "It's unfortunate that some time ago, our owner's friend went out to play."

Qin Si sighed with pity and said for a long time, "Why don't I leave a word? If your friend comes back, how about handing it over to him for me?"

"This...okay, then you write it."

The shopkeeper took out a pen and handed it to Qin Si. When Qin Si wrote, he changed his handwriting slightly and fell on the rice paper. And at the bottom, write a sentence "clouds want clothes and flowers, wind loves green pine mud and dust." ( Write it casually, beat the table)

Not many people in the world know her name is "A Li", but Qin Si did not dare to leave her name directly, so she could only come up with this method.

Liyuan Shangcao, thinking poetry from the grass, you can get the word A Li. Worried that his uncle would not recognize him, Qin Si wrote that poem, hoping that his uncle could think of his mother's name.

"There is a shopkeeper." Qin Si carefully handed the rice paper in his hand to the shopkeeper and hurriedly left Yunxiangzhuang.

The shopkeeper thought for a while, folded the paper, and waved to the little man to send it out...

The little boy walked out of Changping Street, turned around a few times, and stopped at the back door of a high courtyard. He knocked three times on the door, and soon someone opened the door for him to enter. This is a quiet courtyard, but the delicate flowers everywhere make people understand that this is not an ordinary yard.

Walking to a wing, the little man handed over the things in his hand to the person who looked like the general manager and left. After a few steps and looking back, I saw a man with his back to the light and his slender fingers opening the paper.

The little boy left in a hurry, but there was laughter in the room. The man sitting behind his back kept laughing, and the paper he was holding with his fingers slowly fell down and lay flat on the ground. A cup of hot tea was poured down, and the grass was scratched away by water stains, only a piece of blue and black.

"Master, who will take this to find Qin Chao'an?" The chief manager bowed and asked.

The man snorted coldly and glanced at the paper: "No matter who it is, as long as it is related to the Qin family, it is the enemy. The upper part of us to grasp the line of Qin Chao'an is to understand the context of the Qin family. If you go on, next time you see this woman, you must keep her for me. I'd like to see who is presumptuous in my place.

"Yes."

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Qin Si thought to herself that it would be okay even if there was no response to this move. At least she knew that her uncle's business was good and she had not been implicated. In a few days, she will come back to inquire about the news.

After a thought, Qin Si flew quickly. When he arrived at Wufangzhai to find his maidservant, he hurried back to the Spring Flower and Autumn Moon Tower. Back in the building, Qin Si actually sweated on her back. She smiled and untied the veil and walked in.

Qing Mo sat in front of the bronze mirror to dress up. He smelled the familiar fragrance and couldn't help putting down the wooden comb. He turned around and said, "Sister Qinger is hearty and brought me something. I love this hibiscus cake."

"How did I know? I told it."

With his hair loose, the green ink walked gracefully to the table. His delicate jade and green fingers twisted a piece of cake and sent it to his mouth: "It doesn't hurt this girl for nothing."

After eating more than half of a plate of pastry, Qingmo sent someone to clean it up. She pulled Qin Si and said, "Qing'er, how is your shopping today?"

He was still a little unfamiliar with the name Qinger. Qin Si replied after a while: "Suzhou is indeed not inferior to the capital..."

"Yes. Since my sister came, I was relieved to take it. Although my family is in the dust, I am also convinced. It's destined that I can't stay when you want to leave. Qingmo joked, and Qin Si had to smile.

Pain the makeup carefully and take out a wooden box from the corner wardrobe. The wooden box opened, and a cyan veil shone with a hazy luster.

"What is this?" Qin Si took the wooden box from Qingmo's hand and looked at the crimson clothes. The wooden box seemed to exude a faint fragrance, which made Qin Si in a trance.

Qingmo closed the wooden box and said with a smile, "This can't be heard. This dress was given to me by a strange person. As long as you smell the fragrance on the clothes, you will lose your mind for a short time. And when he woke up, he didn't remember anything. Qinger, don't you think it's a good thing?

Qin Si closed his eyes and adjusted the breath in his body, but the dizziness lasted for a long time.

"What do you want to do?"

The delicate laughter echoed in my ears, like a wave of water waves spreading.

"I'm helping you. Have you forgotten that Mr. Zhang is coming tonight? You have to rely on this baby to help me..." Qingmo's voice fell, and there was another burst of laughter.

"Thank you very much, Miss Qingmo."

"Remember, you have to call me sister in front of people and behind. There are many people in the dusty land. I brought you in. If you are strange, someone will be suspicious." Qingmo restrained his smile and taught him.

Qin Si nod his head and agreed. Since Qingmo wanted to help her, her sister also called it. She inquired that Mr. Zhang was famous and the only son of the governor of Suzhou. He has been favored since he was a child, and he must have heard a lot of news.

Seeing Qin Si meditating, Qing Mo patted her on the shoulder: "I won't go downstairs tonight. You can go back to the house to rest later. When Mr. Zhang arrives, I will send someone to call you."

"Sister." Qin Si got up, his clothes slipped from his legs, and his graceful posture slowly became heavy while walking.

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The night in winter always comes very early, and Suzhou is no exception. But I don't know why, there was a fine drizzle in the evening, like hair, invisible, but it hurts in the face.

The bustle on the street has faded, and the spring flowers and autumn moon buildings are also a little quieter than usual. The old girl stood at the door under the big red lantern, taking the girls to greet the pedestrians outside. Maybe the weather is bad, maybe it's because Qingmo was chartered by Mr. Zhang today, and he felt a little depressed tonight.

A soft sedan chair slowly came in the distance, and the little man in front of the sedan chair wiped the rain on his face randomly. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the old pimp.

"Oh, Mr. Zhang is here. Hurry up and wait for good tea. This weather is so wronged Mr. Zhang."

The old pup smiled and greeted the outside regardless of the raindrops on her head.

Zhang Haoran got off the sedan chair, slapped the front of his clothes with a folding fan in his hand, and threw away the moisture that did not exist. The mud under his feet was stained on the brocade boots and was thrown out fiercely. The little boy beside him looked at the water stains on the ground with disgust, waved his sleeves and turned around, as if he were looking at the lowest thing.

(GC is coming...)