Chapter 41 Teahouse 6 Waiting for the show next door

Halfway through the journey, Zhang Qian'er suddenly gave a wicked smile: "If this grand spectacle is only watched by people from the teahouse, it would be too boring."

Dong Ye asked: "What do you want, Miss?"

Zhang Qianer replied: "It would be great if Brother Ziyu could come in person."

Dong Ye was panicking: "The eldest son of the eldest wife has always been arrogant. Who would dare to tell him about this? Wouldn't that be... courting death?"

Zhang Qian'er stared at the street view outside the window, pondered for a moment, and then ordered, "Stop the car."

Dong Ye hurriedly knocked on the carriage wall to ask the coachman to stop the carriage.

Zhang Qianer casually picked up two pieces of osmanthus cake and pointed at a beggar on the street: "Give him two pieces of cake and tell him to go to the Dali Temple and deliver a message to Brother Ziyu."

Dong Ye asked in a low voice: "How to spread it?"

Zhang Qian'er's eyes were filled with gloom. "Let's say that Madam Shaoqing is having a tryst with a strange man in the private room of the 'Fragrant Tea House' in the Worry-Free Tea House."

She uttered the word "wild man" with gritted teeth.

Dong Ye gasped, but took the pastry and turned to get out of the car.

The beggar on the street was so hungry that he was seeing stars. When he saw someone handing him some cakes, he grabbed them without thinking and stuffed them into his mouth.

Dong Ye then whispered his master's words to the beggar.

The beggar was quite righteous. After eating the cakes, he trotted to the Dali Temple.

At this time, the Li family.

Li Jianye had also tied up his hair and changed his clothes, and was about to leave the house.

He Manyun was still worried, so she rushed to Moxiangyuan to give him some instructions: "Don't be impulsive, and don't fall into other people's traps."

Li Jianye was impatient: "In my mother's eyes, I am not necessarily a fool!"

He Manyun's eyes were wet with tears, but she also felt very disappointed with him: "If you weren't stupid, how could you have fallen into this situation today?"

"Enough." Li Jianye could no longer bear it. "Mother is crying all day long. Is she hoping for my death? If so, I'm leaving today and won't be back."

After he finished speaking, he started coughing violently again.

He Manyun hurriedly patted his back and said earnestly: "Son, mother is worried about you."

Then he said, "How about we stop fighting with that little rascal and just live our own lives peacefully? Okay?"

Li Jianye finally stopped coughing and said ruthlessly, "Even if I die, I will fight that little bastard to the end."

After saying that, he flicked his sleeves and walked out of the house.

He Manyun was left standing at the door with a worried look on her face...

It was early summer, with a gentle breeze and clear skies.

There was a constant stream of people coming and going on the street, and three carriages were passing through the streets and alleys, heading towards the Wuyou Teahouse.

Suho arrived first.

Anzi had been waiting at the door and bowed to her.

She smiled slightly and said, "Let's go to the Fragrant Tea House."

An Zi replied "yes", led her upstairs and pushed open the private room of Xiangcha Pavilion.

Naturally, Li Taian mentioned in the letter would not appear in the private room. Fortunately, the curtains had been drawn and the couch had been moved away. Looking up, only a simple tea table and chairs were left.

Su He took out a packet of medicine powder and handed it to An Zi, saying, "I'm sorry for the trouble."

An Zi put the medicine bag into his sleeve pocket and replied, "If Madam wants to thank you, please go and thank the gentleman. I am only following orders."

Su He nodded politely.

Then Anzi offered her tea and snacks: "Madam, you can have some tea here first. As the saying goes, good things never wait."

"You're right. I'll just wait here for the good show next door."

But within two cups of tea, Li Jianye and Zhang Qianer arrived one after another.

Zhang Qianer even wore a veil to cover her face.

An Zi greeted him respectfully: "Mr. Li, you are here."

Li Jianye asked, "Is the private room ready?"

Anzi replied: "It's ready."

Li Jianye said "hmm" and then ordered: "Take us to Bishuixuan first."

An Zi said "please" and then led the two of them to the Bishuixuan on the second floor.

Bishuixuan is adjacent to Xiangchage.

Before entering the private room, Li Jianye glanced at the closed door of the Xiangcha Pavilion next to it and asked in a low voice, "Has the guest of this private room arrived?"

An Zi replied: "Master Li, I just arrived."

Li Jianye and Zhang Qianer looked at each other, their eyes full of pride.

The two of them stepped into Bishui Pavilion, and then Li Jianye stuffed a handful of silver into Anzi's hand and said, "Let Changgui come and serve."

An Zi nodded, bowed and left the private room.

He went straight to the kitchen and brewed a pot of tea with the medicinal powder Su He had given him. He told Wang Cai, "This is the tea Chang Gui brewed this morning. Please send it to Bishuixuan."

Wangcai did not suspect anything, and after answering "yes", he took the teapot and went to Bishuixuan.

As soon as he pushed open the door of the private room, Li Jianye frowned and looked over, asking in a cold voice, "Where is Changgui?"

Wangcai naturally knew the relationship between Changgui and Master Li.

After all, Changgui's tea-making skills are obvious to all, and many customers in the teahouse only recognize Changgui and not others.

He placed the teapot on the table and replied respectfully, "Brother Changgui just went to the clinic for diarrhea, but please rest assured, Master Li, this tea was brewed by Brother Changgui himself."

Li Jianye was puzzled: "Stomach upset?"

"Yes, this happened suddenly."

Li Jianye asked again, "Did Changgui prepare tea for the private room next door?"

Although Wangcai was confused, he knew one thing: he must not offend the guests.

He replied respectfully, "Don't worry, Master Li. Changgui has always been prudent in his work. He has already made preparations."

Li Jianye breathed a sigh of relief, "Well, you can leave first."

After Wangcai left, Zhang Qianer felt a little worried: "With Changgui not here, will things go wrong?"

Li Jianye sneered: "Of course not."

"Why is Master Li so sure?"

"Changgui is a very cunning kid. He's afraid of getting into trouble if something happens, so he's hiding away. But the reason he's afraid of getting into trouble is that he's already put aphrodisiacs in the teapot next door."

When Li Jianye mentioned the word "teapot", he pointed at the teapot in front of him with his fingertips, then picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for Zhang Qianer, and then poured one for himself.

He raised his cup and said, "Don't worry, Miss Qian'er. All that's left is to wait for the good show next door."

Zhang Qian'er also raised her glass, "Okay, let's wait together for the good show next door."

The two of them clinked their cups and drank the tea in their cups.

At this time, Dali Temple.

The beggar who delivered the message was stopped outside the gate by the police.

The beggar could only shout, "I want to tell the Shaoqing Lord, is he here?"

The officer drove him away with a knife: "You are a fool, you don't know how to live or die. How can you see the Shaoqing whenever you want?"

The beggar dodged left and right, but he still kept shouting "Shaoqing Sir, Shaoqing Sir".

Wu Sheng happened to be passing by and heard the voice. He stepped forward and asked, "What message do you want to convey to the Shaoqing?"

The beggar replied, "Of course I can only tell the Shaoqing."

Wu Sheng figured that a child wouldn't cause any trouble, so he said hello to the officer and led the beggar to his master's quarters.

At that time, Xie Wuhen was looking up information about tea artists from previous years.

Seeing a child enter the room, he asked in a deep voice, "What's wrong?"

Wu Sheng smiled awkwardly: "This kid said he wanted to tell the boss something."

Xie Wuhen glanced coldly at the beggar.

The beggar had some courage to begin with, but upon seeing the Shaoqing's icy gaze, he trembled with fear, muttering, "Someone...someone asked me to pass a message to...to you."

His expression remained unchanged: "What message?"

The beggar's breath tightened. "They say...they say that Madam Shaoqing is...in the private room of the Perfume Pavilion in the Worry-Free Teahouse..."

Wu Sheng couldn't wait to interrupt and said, "Could it be that the young lady wants to invite the boss to a teahouse for tea?"

This is the first time that the young lady has made an appointment with the boss since he got married.

Even Xie Wuhen's brows relaxed for a moment.

The beggar waved his hands repeatedly, his face flushed with anxiety: "No... no, it was Madam Shaoqing who was having a tryst with... with a strange man in the Fragrant Tea Pavilion."

It was truly earth-shattering, and Wu Sheng was stunned.

Xie Wuhen also stood up with a whoosh and stood firmly with the power of thunder.

The air in the room instantly fell into dead silence.

After a while, Xie Wuhen walked out from the desk, went to the beggar's side, and asked, "Who told you to pass on this message?"

The beggar shrank back, lowered his head, and didn't dare to look at him: "It's... it's a woman."

"What kind of lady?"

"I don't know her. That lady gave me two pieces of osmanthus cake and asked me to pass on the message, so I came here."

Xie Wuhen narrowed his eyes slightly: "A lady? Osmanthus cake?"

Then he ordered Wu Sheng: "Take this child to the canteen to get a bag of steamed buns." After that, he lifted up his long legs and walked out of the house.

Wu Sheng asked, "Where are you going, Boss?"

Xie Wuhen ignored him and walked straight out of the Dali Temple gate.

He rented a carriage on the roadside and galloped towards the Wuyou Teahouse.

After just a few cups of tea, the carriage arrived safely at the teahouse.

But Xie Wuhen was not in a hurry to enter the teahouse, but instead patrolled the door.

There were many tea drinkers' carriages parked on both sides of the gate.

He saw his own carriage and the coachman standing beside it at a glance.

The driver also saw his master and hurried forward to greet him: "Master, you are here too?"

He hummed, then asked, "How long has the young lady been here?"

The driver replied: "It has been a while since we came here."

He stopped talking nonsense, stepped onto the carriage, looked around inside, and quickly got off.

The driver was puzzled: "Master, do you want to use the car?"

He replied: "No need, just stay here." Then he turned and left.

Then he saw the carriage of the third branch of the Xie family on the other side of the gate.

Zhang Biyu from the third room rarely goes out, and the carriage is almost Zhang Qianer's exclusive vehicle.

The driver was taking a nap at this time.

He jumped onto the car when no one was paying attention, looked around, and found an eight-treasure box in the corner of the car. He opened the lid and found several pieces of osmanthus cake inside.

He secretly clenched his fist and put the Eight Treasure Box back to its original place.

When Xie Wuhen walked into the teahouse lobby, it was in chaos.

Many guests were trying their best to squeeze into the second floor. Some of them lost their shoes, some had their clothes torn, and everyone was chattering and cursing.

"It's all the fault of that adulterous couple. They made us all so crowded."

"If you're afraid of being crowded, then don't watch. No one's forcing you."

"How can I not see such a strange thing?"

"That's right. I heard that couple came from a family of officials. They've been humiliated today."

Someone else asked, "Is that woman really naked?"

The person who answered chuckled softly, "Seriously? It's a white mess, guaranteed to sting your eyes."

"Does the man have any clothes on him?"

"She's completely naked, and looks scary."

Xie Wuhen had a cold face and became more and more annoyed as he listened.

He stood at the entrance of the corridor and looked at the crowded crowd, as if he was standing next to a pot of boiling water, not knowing whether to go upstairs or turn back.

Someone saluted him and called him "Sir Shaoqing".

He paused, looked up, and recognized that it was the second manager of the teahouse.

He forced himself to remain calm: "What on earth happened?"

An Zi replied, "Your Excellency, just now in the private room of Bishuixuan on the second floor, the young master of the Li family and your cousin were caught having an affair..."

Xie Wuhen's chest relaxed: "Is it my cousin?"