After Yang Wenshi expressed his idea, he asked, "Master Shen, do you think this is feasible?"
At this moment, Shen Zhizheng was leaning back in his chair, his fingers crossed, his eyes fixed on the inkstone on the table.
He reflected on it again and realized that he had spoken too harshly just now, and the sound of closing the door when he left was also a bit loud.
Yang Wenshi reached out and knocked on the inkstone. "Is there a flower on this inkstone?"
Shen Zhixiu came back to his senses and said unhappily, "I'll think about this matter again. Let's not talk about it today. I'm going out for a while."
Yang Wenshi chased after him and asked, "Where are you going at this hour? It's almost dark."
Then he asked mysteriously, "Are you going to go out and have affairs without telling your sister-in-law?"
Among the six ministers, Shen Zhixiu and Yang Wenshi had the best personal relationship. They were serious when discussing official matters, but casual in private.
Shen Zhixiu only replied with three words, "Go buy some cakes."
Then he ignored him and walked away.
Yang Wenshi was stunned for a moment, not knowing what kind of cake it was and why Elder Shen had to go buy it himself.
At Wangji Shop in the south of Beijing, the line of people buying beef biscuits stretched for two miles.
Shen Zhixiu, dressed in a dark blue Hangzhou silk brocade robe, exuded an air of elegance and nobility. Standing among the queue, he stood out a bit too much.
Wen Zhu on the side advised, "Third Master, please get in the car and wait. I'll go buy it."
Shen Zhixiu shook his head and continued to queue.
Wenzhu was like a thief, looking around, afraid of being seen. If the court officials saw him, who knew how they would deal with him.
It’s possible that someone will say that the Third Master is henpecked and was driven out by his wife to buy cakes.
Shen Zhixiu looked calm and didn't think it was a big deal.
After buying the cakes, he got on the carriage and went straight back home.
As soon as he entered the mansion, he took the cake and returned to the inner courtyard. At this time, Su Qingyu had woken up and was standing by the window watching Zhenzhu fiddling with the flowers in the vase.
When Shen Zhixiu entered the room, he first looked at her, then walked up to her as usual and handed her the beef pie wrapped in oil paper in his hand.
He coughed lightly and said, "Are you hungry? I'll go tell the people below to set up dinner."
His tone was softer than usual, clearly trying to lower his posture in a gesture of goodwill.
Then, without even looking at Su Qingyu's reaction, he immediately turned around and walked out.
As soon as I reached the door, I heard Su Qingyu's voice coming from the inner room behind me, "Take this meat pie away quickly and throw it out."
Shen Zhixiu's face suddenly darkened. He bought it specially for her, and she despised it so much?
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