Chapter 660 Madam Song, please stay.
Listening to their back-and-forth, evasive way of speaking, Song Chunxue finally realized that Xie Zheng had tricked her into coming here to use her as a shield.
The princess's gaze involuntarily followed Xie Zheng, her admiration and concern almost overflowing.
Song Chunxue lowered her head and drank her tea, wishing she could kick Xie Zheng a couple of times.
Why bring her here for this occasion?
If you're just catching up, then do it properly. Making her aware of everything is making her uncomfortable and unable to enjoy her tea.
"I heard you don't want to stay in the capital and are being targeted by several groups of people. Why don't you come find me?"
The princess wore a hairpin that Song Chunxue had never seen before, a dark purple embroidered robe with peonies, and an incredibly clear jade pendant on her wrist. Her tone was sincere, as if she only had Xie Zheng in her eyes.
She added, "You know, we've known each other for many years. I have the ability to help you, and I will definitely help you."
Song Chunxue noticed that beneath her elegant and noble appearance, her eyes were deep-set and slightly tired. Her exquisite makeup could not hide her sorrow. She could not see through her, but she could clearly feel that her deep affection for Xie Zheng remained unchanged.
This made her want to find an excuse to leave.
"You guys chat, I'm going to the bathroom."
During her time in the capital, she learned that wealthy people speak elegantly, and even have many refined terms for urinating.
"Please do as you wish." The princess rarely responded, but she didn't spare her a single glance.
Song Chunxue glanced at Xie Zheng and left the room directly.
Why did you come out?
As soon as they stepped out of the house, Liu Chunshu approached them in surprise and anxiety, lowering his voice to say, "I heard that the princess almost asked the emperor to grant them a marriage back then. If she hadn't already been engaged, the emperor would have agreed. But you only treat her as a pen pal and have no ulterior motives."
"Then what is he afraid of? Can the princess force him to become a live-in son-in-law?" She has already shown her face, and the princess has seen Xie Zheng's attitude. It would be foolish of her to stay.
She stopped there, trusting that Xie Zheng would handle the situation well.
"The princess's husband passed away two years ago. Her intentions are obvious. Aren't you afraid that she will force Lord Xie to become her lover?"
“A guest of honor,” Song Chunxue laughed. “You know quite a few words. Your parents are so stubborn; what didn’t work out back then, they certainly won’t work out now.”
Liu Chunshu nodded. "That makes sense."
“It’s good for them to catch up. The princess already knows the master’s attitude just because I showed my face. Staying any longer will only anger the princess. What’s wrong with liking someone?” Song Chunxue raised her hand. “I’ll just have a baked pancake and a cold dish in the hall on the second floor. I’m not worthy of enjoying all that good wine and food.”
Liu Chunshu smiled, "Then would you mind getting me a pancake too?"
"Okay, I'll bring it to you in a bit."
"Okay, thank you very much." Liu Chunshu, who wanted to stay outside the door, turned back.
Upon reaching the open space on the second floor, Song Chunxue realized just how magnificent and spacious this restaurant was. From here, she could see the musicians playing the zither and the dancers gracefully performing downstairs, a truly delightful sight.
Looking up, the third floor was the same, with everyone sitting by the railing, drinking and watching the dance, enjoying themselves immensely.
The dashing young master, with women on either side of him, the seemingly reserved nobleman's heart fluttering with desire, the waiter steadily navigating the crowd with his tray in hand, and the girl who couldn't help but glance at the handsome young man while pouring tea, her face quietly flushing...
The myriad aspects of human life in Beijing are so moving.
Song Chunxue, who had originally planned not to drink alcohol recently, couldn't resist ordering a pot of wine and a braised pork knuckle.
There was nothing she could do; after practicing her cultivation, the sweltering summer heat didn't actually stop her from craving braised pork knuckle.
It's just that as I get older, eating these things can be a burden on my stomach.
At worst, I can practice swordsmanship for an extra hour when I get back.
Sitting upright to eat braised pork knuckle was uncomfortable, so she put one foot on the chair, took a bite of meat and a sip of wine, and watched with a bold gesture as the dancers downstairs left and a group of scantily clad young women, barely covering their private parts, came up.
"Thump!"
Song Chunxue's eyes widened, and the wine pot in her hand slipped and fell heavily onto the table.
This attracted the attention of other diners nearby.
Looking up, Song Chunxue saw two tall, handsome men standing at the top of the stairs, looking at her curiously, about ten meters away.
Song Chunxue's face remained expressionless at that glance, but her heart skipped a beat.
The man dressed in luxurious clothes, wearing a tall crown and a wide belt, looked exactly like my senior brother.
He looked at her as if he didn't recognize her, but he didn't look away for a long time.
The man next to him leaned in and said something, and the man naturally looked away.
Song Chunxue remained seated, watching his retreating figure gradually return to tranquility.
Perhaps, that person is my senior brother.
Because their beards are exactly the same, and their faces show no signs of aging.
Apart from his clothes, that person was no different from his senior brother.
She couldn't possibly mistake her senior brother for someone else.
The ordeal of love made her vaguely understand many things.
The senior brother appeared in the capital but did not come to find them; perhaps he had his own plans.
As a junior brother, she shouldn't cause trouble for her senior brother.
When the time is right, her senior brother will naturally come to find her.
Thinking this, she picked up the wine pot and took two sips, then grabbed a pork knuckle from the side, dipped it in the condiment dish, and continued drinking, eating meat, and admiring the beautiful woman.
Oh wait, there are also handsome men.
This trip to the capital was worthwhile. This time, the performers were handsome young men of similar height, dressed in light blue gauze robes, their figures ethereal, their movements synchronized as they wielded swords.
Although it lacks masculinity, it is very pleasing to the eye and enjoyable to look at.
Someone came up with a plate to collect the tip, and Song Chunxue threw one tael of silver into the plate.
If the fourth brother found out, he would definitely make fun of her.
She raised an eyebrow, thinking that she had done something romantic in her life, something new and exciting.
This place is simply wonderful. No wonder rich people want to come to this den of iniquity in the capital. Who wouldn't be captivated by this experience?
"Sir, have you taken a fancy to that young master?"
Suddenly, the waiter carrying the tray leaned down and asked in a low voice.
"ah?"
Looking down at the group of handsome young men below, Song Chunxue's mind instantly cleared.
"this……"
She quickly raised her hand to stop her, "No, no, go over there, don't ask me."
She suddenly realized that this man had mistaken her for a woman seeking pleasure.
Haha, so in the capital, as long as you have money, both men and women can have fun?
She looked around and immediately stopped smiling.
It seemed like everyone sitting on the second floor was looking at her. She was the only woman sitting down to eat and drink; the other women were young maids standing behind the men.
She seemed somewhat out of place.
Song Chunxue ate a bite of steamed bun to relieve the greasiness, then tilted her head back and drank a bowl of wine before preparing to leave.
"Have you finished eating?"
Xie Zheng's voice rang out from above.
Song Chunxue wiped her hands with a handkerchief on the table and nodded, "Mm."
She stood up to leave when she saw the waiter carrying a basin of water.
"Sir, if your hands are oily, you can ask us to wash them."
Song Chunxue nodded, put her hands into the hot water, grabbed the soap next to her and rubbed them, making her oily hands clean.
"Thank you." This restaurant is really good; I'd like to come again next time.
"Madam Song, please wait a moment."
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