Chapter 743

Yun Zhimeng's eyes glared and patted the servant girl's head: "don't talk nonsense. Young master is twenty years old. How can the master have an affair with that man?"

The little servant girl spat out her tongue and blushed, "why does that man come here every day? I heard that the man was a prince. A few days ago, I saw Mr. Sun personally send the man out of the Yamen. I didn't know whether it was true or not. "

But yunzhimeng didn't answer.

What's the identity of that man? Yunzhimeng is clear.

Your highness King Quan, the biggest thorn in the heart of the ninth five-year-old in Kyoto, has been in Guyong mansion for a long time.

At the beginning, I didn't see many people. Apart from staying in baxiu square for a few days when I came, I moved away later. I heard that I bought a house and planned to live for a long time. I only saw this person come to baxiu square to listen to a piece of music seven or eight days later, but I came and went in a hurry.

But three days ago, when the owner of the workshop returned to the workshop, he suddenly appeared frequently.

On the first day, I spent three hours in the master's yard. On the second day, I spent two hours. Today is the third day. I don't know how long I will stay.

"Girl, didn't you make the cloud cake for the owner? If we don't, we'll send it to you. "

Yun Zhimeng looks at the little servant girl: "how do you want to peek?"

The little servant girl said: "don't you be curious? In other words, although the master is nearly forty years old, he is elegant and charming. Such a woman, in addition to the jurisdiction of the whole Er baxiu square, inevitably has a strong wind, waves and butterflies, uninvited. Maybe the master is waiting for the girl to rescue. "

Yun Zhimeng didn't like the arrangement of the master by the little servant girls, so he said, "go to your house, and don't talk nonsense. If it comes to the master's ear, I can't protect you."

The little servant girl felt the tip of her nose and dared not speak.

Yun Zhimeng frowns and looks across the window unconsciously to the direction of the master's yard. In fact, she is also curious.

She remembers that before Liu Wei left, the prince looked for Liu Wei. Although he didn't know what they said, it seemed that Liu Wei would leave because of him.

In fact, at that time, yunzhimeng really didn't want Liu Wei to leave. If Liu Wei stayed for another period of time, he would see the owner of the workshop.

Yun Zhimeng thinks that the master of the workshop wants to see Liu Wei.

There is also the childe. He should come back and meet Liu Wei.

I thought a lot about it. After sending the little servant girl to have a rest, Yun Zhimeng actually took the cloud cake and walked to the master's yard. The yard looked empty, but she knew that as long as she went one step further, someone would come out and block her.

Sure enough, as soon as she stepped into the arch, a purple figure came out from nowhere: "Zhimeng girl."

Cloud weaves a dream to fix one eye to see, see clear this person's identity, then smile to say: "small purple."

"Miss Zhimeng is here to give the owner a small gift?"

"Yun Zhimeng nodded:" I remember that the master likes to eat this. After doing some, he wanted to send it

"Leave it to me." Little purple reached for it.

"I want to send it to the master personally," said Yun Zhimeng

"Small purple way:" Fang Lord is in see guest

"Is that the man?" Cloud dream asked.

Xiaozixiao's business is business, but in his words, she is alienated: "Zhimeng girl is also grown up by the master. The master's temperament, the girl should know that the master doesn't like others to inquire about things that shouldn't be inquired about. Do you understand?"

Yun Zhimeng bit his lip, stepped forward and touched Xiaozi's arm: "I'll ask secretly. Tell me secretly, I won't pester you. Xiaozi, OK?"

Little purple avoids a step, does not speak, but looks at the cloud weaves the dream behind.

Yun Zhimeng turns his head at once. He really sees a woman in red standing behind him.

"Red sister." Little purple called.

The cloud weaves a dream to also counseled down, call a way: "red elder sister."

"The girl is here to give the owner a small gift?" Red sister looked at the cloud cake in yunzhimeng's hand and asked coldly.

Yun Zhimeng nodded and said, "yes."

"Give it to me."

Yunzhimeng almost dare not say anything, and directly handed over the cake plate.

Red sister picked it up, walked past them and entered the yard.

When the red figure disappears, listen to little purple: "it's not early, Zhimeng girl. Your things have arrived. Go back to have a rest earlier."

It's not a polite thing to say.

Yunzhimeng turns around and goes back silently

Xianghong sister, carrying a cloud cake, went all the way around the small loft, went to the second floor platform, turned right, and passed a camphor tree, which knocked on the door that was almost half blocked by the trunk.

"Come in."

There is a female voice, mellow and soft.

The red sister pushed the door in and said, "master of the workshop."

The red sister looked at the chair next to her eyes again, and sat up with the unexpected guest who was not going to walk, saying, "Zhimeng girl has gone back."The master nodded, looked back, looked at the guests by his side again, and asked, "where did the Lord just say?"

Rong Huang waved: "no hurry, no hurry, speak slowly! I'm not in a hurry! what is it? Cloud cake? I haven't eaten it for a long time. Can I have it? "

The cold expression on the red sister's face was even worse at this time. She stared at the king of power, as if she wanted to drive away people with a broom at the next moment.

It doesn't matter. Let red sister deliver the dishes.

Red sister reluctantly handed over the plate and put it on the small table. She didn't say that she would make up a cup of tea for the king of power, so she let him eat, dry eat and choke.

Rong Huang didn't seem to mind. He took one and put it in his mouth. When he ate it, he said, "it's the cook of baxiufang. It's the best to eat these small things. I have eaten many families in Guyong mansion, which is your family's best."

The master didn't speak.

"The cake was made by Zhimeng girl, not by the cook," said the red sister

Rong Huang was not embarrassed either. He just smiled and said, "it seems that what I want is not the taste of this cake, but the place where I eat it. If not, the master will make a room for me in this baxiu square. How many days will I stay?"

The master chuckled and said, "the Lord didn't buy the house?"

"Didn't the Lord send someone to drive out the king? I have no place to live. I can't sleep on the street. I bought a small house and temporarily squeezed it out. "

"It's a three in house."

It's not small. It's big enough to live in dozens of people.

Rong Huang did not lie to be exposed embarrassment, only asked: "eh, how do you know?"

The master didn't speak.

Rong Huang suddenly smiled mysteriously and said with embarrassment, "do you care about this king? Do you love Ben Wang? However, Ben Wang will be shy However, if it's you, I'll be forced to comply, hahaha. "

Master: "..."

"Red girl:"

The red sister can't bear it. After all, she took the place of the master and said, "it's getting late, Lord. It's time for the master to go to bed. What's the matter with you? Can you finish it soon?"

Half an hour later, he said a lot of nonsense, just like yesterday and the day before yesterday, which was just inexplicable.

"It's still early, how can I go to bed so early." Rong Huang ate another cloud cake.

Red sister continues to stare at him!

When Rong Huang finally felt that he was not welcome here, he finally compromised and put the cloud cake down, saying: "there have been many cases in Beijing recently, and Liu Wei has also been involved in them. My king is asking. At this time, my king is in charge of it, whether or not?"

The master of the workshop heard the two words which were very familiar but strange. After a long silence, he said, "how do you manage?"

"In a word, nothing will happen to your daughter," said Rong Huang

Master, that is, Ji Xiaqiu, looked at Rong Huang for a long time, and said: "Wei'er, pregnant."

Rong Huang nodded: "I know, so I come here to talk with you. It's still that sentence. I won't let your daughter do anything."

Ji Xiaqiu has eyes.

Rong Huang said again, "in this way, you may feel less guilty?"

Ji Xiaqiu was silent and didn't speak any more. She had been an old friend for decades, but she couldn't hide her mind from these old friends after all.