Chapter 140 Mid-Autumn Festival 1

Lu Sui stood in front of the window for a long time without moving.

Just when Qingshu thought he was annoyed and was about to sneak out, a low voice came over.

"How's it going at Wanhe Tower?"

Upon hearing this, Qingshu smiled and said, "Since the beginning of autumn, the business of Wanhelou has been getting better and better. Xiaoxi said that the young lady wants to redesign the backyard. There are too many guests and too few tables. Seeing the loss of her distinguished guests makes the young lady very sad."

Lu Sui said expressionlessly, "Let her be."

"Oh, yes, yes, I will tell the girl tomorrow that she can do whatever she wants in the backyard. No matter what happens, you, my master, will not be angry." Qingshu narrowed his eyes and smiled.

Lu Sui glanced at him, and Qingshu was so scared that he immediately stopped smiling.

"I've noticed you've been talking a lot lately. How about asking Qing Yi to sew half of your mouth shut and leave the other half open?"

"No, sir, as long as you don't sew my mouth, I will go through fire and water for you."

Lu Sui ignored him and turned around to sit down aside.

He reached out, picked up the teacup, took a sip, and Qingshu came over again.

"There is something I still want to talk to you about."

Lu Sui didn't even raise his head and continued drinking tea.

Qingshu, who knew him well, knew that he was willing to listen, so he hurriedly said, "Some time ago, those second-rate guys in the capital went to Wanhe Tower for no reason, which really annoyed the young lady. Xiaoxi said that the young lady had no other options, so she put up a sign at the door..."

Having said this, he paused.

Lu Sui continued to drink tea.

But Qingshu knew he was listening.

Then he laughed out loud.

"The sign said 'The owner is married' in large letters. Since then, you know what, it's really worked. Those scoundrels still eat, but they don't bother the girl anymore."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Sui put down the teacup, stood up and walked out.

Qingshu hurriedly chased after him: "Hey, Master, where are you going? Oh, don't be angry, Wanhe Tower has been closed for a long time at this time, you go..."

Seeing him striding towards the backyard, Qingshu suddenly shut up.

The girl is right, the tutor is cold-blooded and unfeeling and does not deserve to be loved.

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Mid-Autumn Festival is one of the four most important festivals in the capital.

The Daye Dynasty valued family unity the most. Every time during this festival, everyone would rush home to have the Mid-Autumn Festival reunion dinner. The restaurants would be empty, but after the meal, all the major teahouses, theaters, and other shops would be bustling with activity.

Jiang Yueyao gave all the employees a holiday. She had originally planned to stay in Chunmen Lane with Sister Lan and Aunt Chun, cook a few of her favorite dishes, and spend the Mid-Autumn Festival there.

Unexpectedly, Shen Baoqing came early in the morning on the Mid-Autumn Festival.

"Pack up and come home with me."

At that time, Jiang Yueyao was still lying in bed.

Hearing her words, he opened his eyes dazedly: "What home are you going back to?"

"Go back to my house." Shen Baoqing reached out to pull her, "Hurry up, grandpa and grandma told me yesterday to pick you up, I didn't even sleep in today, and I came to pick you up."

Jiang Yueyao rubbed her eyes: "I'll go to your house?"

"Yes, hurry up and get up. Grandma even hired a chef from Suzhou for you. I heard he's an expert at making Dongpo pork. I'm so hungry, I'm going to have a few more bites tonight."

As she spoke, she reached out to pull Jiang Yueyao.

Jiang Yueyao was pulled up by her and pushed into the bathroom: "I will only wait for you for half an hour."

Jiang Yueyao finished washing up, changed her clothes and sat down. When she sat in front of the dressing table, she was still dazed.

"Qingqing, this isn't right. Today is Mid-Autumn Festival, not any other day. I'm an outsider..."

"So what? Who made you so attractive? Grandma now mentions you eight times a day in front of me," Shen Baoqing was a little jealous and couldn't help pinching her cheek with her hand, "I'm about to fall out of favor, it's all your fault."

Aunt Chun walked in.

Holding breakfast in hand.

Seeing Jiang Yueyao combing her hair, she walked over, took the comb, and said with a smile: "Today is a festival, don't always comb your hair into a bun, I will comb it into a streamer bun for you."

"Okay, the Liuxian bun is good." Shen Baoqing opened her makeup box and took out an eight-treasure butterfly tassel hairpin from it, and took out a pair of earrings of the same color and put them aside. "Wear these today. I go out for your face, and you go out for my face. You must dress up brightly and beautifully."

"What a hassle." Jiang Yueyao leaned lazily against Shen Baoqing, "Why such a grand ceremony? Anyway, the old lady and the old master don't dislike me, it's just you who dislikes me."

"Oh, yes, I dislike you. You wear plain clothes every day. After dinner tonight, we are going out to see the lanterns. By then, the streets will be full of beautiful girls. They are not as pretty as you, but they dress better than you. Aren't you at a disadvantage?"

"It's not like we don't have any."

As she spoke, she pulled out a gold hairpin inlaid with emerald from the box.

"Although this thing is expensive, it's too old-fashioned. It seems that's what grandma is wearing today." Shen Baoqing looked disgusted. "Who gave it to you? You have such poor taste?"

Jiang Yueyao glanced at him and said nothing.

Seeing that she didn't say anything, how could Shen Baoqing not understand?

"Is that Master Lu?"

"Tsk, I was saying it, how could a young gentleman be so lacking in taste? Only an old man of his age would be interested in such an old style."

Jiang Yueyao didn't say anything, but Aunt Chun spoke up for Lu Sui.

"I think it's okay. The emerald is so precious. It's big, round and beautiful."

Shen Baoqing couldn't help but laugh.

After combing her hair and having breakfast, Jiang Yueyao followed Shen Baoqing to the Grand Tutor's Mansion.

Bai Shaochuan met them at the door.

Seeing that she brought a gift, she took the initiative to reach out and take it: "You are so polite, grandma will nag you again later."

"There should always be proper etiquette."

The three of them entered Chongming Hall where the old lady lived.

The whole family is here.

Shen Baoqing pulled Jiang Yueyao in and said, "Oh, stop nagging me. I've brought the person back to you."

As soon as Jiang Yueyao entered, the old lady waved to her.

Before she could even greet him, the old lady waved at her: "Come here quickly, let me take a good look at you. Why do you look thinner?"

Jiang Yueyao took a few quick steps to her side and was about to bow when the old lady pulled her into her arms.

The other person touched her little face and felt a little distressed.

"I'm not mistaken. You've lost weight. Look at your face. It was originally the size of a palm, but now it's become even smaller and more pitiful."

The old man stroked her cheek with his warm hands, his eyes full of love.

For some reason, Jiang Yueyao felt a lump in her nose and wanted to cry.

Shen Baoqing on the side snorted.

"Your eyesight is really not good. Yesterday you said I was fat, but today you said she was thin. But I have been practicing martial arts recently and I am half a pound lighter than her."

"Really?" The old lady glanced at her. "Look at the flesh on your face. It trembles every time you walk..."

"Oh, who is your granddaughter? It's her, right? Humph!" Shen Baoqing was about to leave, but was pulled into the arms of the old lady. She hugged one granddaughter at a time, her face full of satisfaction.

At this moment, the maid lifted the door curtain and passed a message inside.

"The Third Young Master has returned."