With so much to talk about, the afternoon passed quickly.
As the sky was about to get dark, red lanterns were lit at the four corners. The courtyard on the central axis of the old Hui-style building had the largest lanterns and the reddest light.
Magistrate Xiong is back.
When they came back, Xianjin and Youniang had just finished dinner and were chatting with the prefect's wife, Mrs. Luo.
I don't know if it was the six-zhang announcement in the morning that worked, or if it was You Niang's face that worked, but when I came to pay my respects after dinner, the gate of Luo's courtyard was wide open.
Luo is somewhat similar to You Niang, with a round face, thick eyebrows, thin bones, and speaks softly, obviously a Jiangnan person.
The tall and straight Xianjin stood beside them, like two short white porcelain statues with a slender narrow-mouthed flower vase standing next to them.
The narrow-mouthed flower jar is accustomed to speaking human words to human beings and speaking ghost words to ghosts.
Luo said that the yellow croaker and turtle from Jiangnan were delicious and went well with rice, and Xianjin said that the Dongtou laver from Wenzhou could be eaten by the mouthful;
Luo said that the way of playing mahjong in Jiangnan is different from that in Huizhou. Xianjin followed the trend and played the missing door, headshot, color drift, and carry open... one by one;
Luo said that a silk hairpin is not as lively as a fresh flower hairpin, Xianjin immediately laughed and said, "No matter what kind of flowers, they will make your face more lively when they are on your face, Madam."
The main focus is on using a wealth of knowledge to flatter the lady.
Truly ensure that everything has a response.
When Magistrate Xiong stepped into the room, he heard laughter and conversation from inside.
Xianjin stood up with Youniang.
Luo took the outer cape of Prefect Xiong with a smile and introduced with a relaxed look, "...Haven't you always heard that the owner of Chenji Jingxian Workshop is a young girl? Here——"
Xianjin quickly put his hands on his left knee and greeted him, saying loudly, "Your Excellency, I am the daughter of Chen Fu. I hope you are well."
Magistrate Xiong was startled.
This little girl is so full of energy.
Magistrate Xiong calmly went into the cubicle to get some fragrant soap to wash his hands, lowered his head and said casually, "You changed your surname to 'Chen' too?"
Xianjin suppressed his raised brows.
He actually knew her!
"To reply to the governor, my surname has not changed and is still He!" His voice was still full of energy.
Magistrate Xiong smiled, wiped his hands with a dry silk handkerchief, turned around and sat down at the eight-immortals table, handed the handkerchief to Luo, and looked up at the girl in front of him.
He was tall and straight, with no makeup on. He was wearing dark brown linen clothes. His face was pale and his eyes were as bright as a burning fire.
Looks neat and lean.
When those in higher positions meet younger people, they like those who are like Xianjin, who act and speak without dragging their feet, and are generous and energetic.
Magistrate Xiong nodded.
Xianjin didn't know what he was agreeing with.
"...I remember you." Prefect Xiong placed one hand on the square table. He had a long mustache on his square face. He didn't look like a prefectural official, but rather a country gentleman who lived in harmony with the world. "At the Huaimin Funeral Hall, your father was carrying a coffin and got mad. Madam Qu hit him on the knee with a cane, and it happened to hit you on the back."
The expression on Prefect Xiong's face was completely hidden by his beard. "Is it you?"
Xianjin was amazed at Magistrate Xiong's memory.
Is it true that people who have achieved a certain level of success have amazing memory?
In her previous life, her mentor always remembered that there were two typos on page eight of her first draft. I guess when she died and was mourned, her mentor would cry and complain to the guests, "Yes, yes, yes, she made typos even when she wrote the paper, on page eight, second line!"
Xianjin collected his thoughts and nodded quickly, "It's me, it's me!" He smiled again, "I was so busy feeling the pain at that time that I didn't have time to greet you!"
Prefect Xiong's beard twitched, probably because the mouth underneath the beard was smiling, and he turned to Luo and said, "Several months ago, someone told me that Chen Ji could not remember the past. The head of the family is Old Lady Qu, and the manager of the old shop is a young girl. With the women in charge, Chen Ji will be even more successful."
Mrs. Luo smiled gently, "Chen Ji is open-minded, don't you remember? There are many female owners in our hometown of Yuhang. Aren't the embroidery shop in Dongzhuang and the cloth shop in Xizhuang all run by women?"
Prefect Xiong stroked his beard and said disapprovingly, "Whoever is the best will be the boss. Who cares about whether it's a man or a woman?"
Xianjin's eyebrows twitched.
So this is the reason why Yo Niang is relatively free?
Prefect Xiong pointed at Xianjin and said, "We haven't produced six-zhang xuan in Xuancheng for the past five years, but this little girl has made it. I think other paper shops should go to Chenji to learn from him, learn from him, and be brave after knowing shame. Don't praise him with words but be jealous in your heart, and try to deceive me in a roundabout way."
Apply eye drops?
What kind of eye drops should I use?
Who puts on eye drops?
Xianjin's eyebrows did not move and his face remained respectful.
Yo Niang covered her mouth with one hand and yawned softly, pulling Luo Shi to act coquettishly, "Auntie, I feel sleepy when the mid-autumn comes!"
Luo glanced at Xianjin, smiled and told the maid to send Youniang back, then took an embroidery tent and sat on the armchair in the compartment, to show that she was there but her heart was not there - although there was an age difference between Magistrate Xiong and Xianjin, there was a difference between men and women after all, and it was very polite of Luo to volunteer to act as a buffer zone.
Xianjin glanced at Luo with gratitude.
Prefect Xiong blew away the floating leaves in the teacup. "A tree that stands out in the forest will be destroyed by the wind. You have done a great deed by making the Six-foot Xuan, but many people have used the Qingcheng Mountain Courtyard incident to smear Chen Ji. I heard that you and Fang Zhi were very close?"
Xianjin knew he should kneel down.
but.
She didn't want to kneel.
Director Qiao is not a sinner, so she doesn't need to kneel down and help Director Qiao apologize.
"Master Qiao, you have guided my daughter in her studies." Xianjin lowered his head, his voice still loud and frank, "My daughter has received a lot of care from Master Qiao, so after the Qingcheng Mountain Courtyard incident, my daughter took Master Qiao's youngest daughter to Chen's...I will repay your kindness with a spring of gratitude!"
Magistrate Xiong nodded again.
Nodding seemed to be the habitual action of this prefect.
It's not really agreeing with anything, just giving an ambiguous attitude?
"Just take care of Baozhu. I guess Baoyuan is confident that someone will do their best to take care of his little sister, so he's running away, right?"
It was a question, but Magistrate Xiong didn't need an answer.
Prefect Xiong took another sip of tea, tasted the tea in his mouth, and said with a smile, "This Fuding white tea is really good. It is not astringent at first, and has a sweet aftertaste."
Xianjin raised his head suddenly.
Magistrate Xiong put down the teacup casually without raising his eyes, "Have you ever tasted this white tea?"
Xianjin's throat moved, and he said in a low voice, "...Master Qiao...once gave my daughter a box..."
Prefect Xiong smiled and nodded again, saying casually, "Fang Zhi has suffered some torture - the water dungeon won't kill you, but it can make you dizzy, your hands and feet fester, and if you don't die, you'll lose a layer of skin. He was a top scholar in the imperial examination in his early years, and his students are all over the world. An ordinary fifth-rank prefect can't afford to take care of such a person."
Xianjin clenched her hands, she didn't know if she understood.
Magistrate Xiong, did you send her another message, telling her implicitly that Director Qiao can't die?
At least, in recent days, while being detained in Yingtian Prefecture, Director Qiao will not die?!
What then?
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