"Young master, are all these to be sent to the painting pavilion?" Qi Quan looked at the pile of things, each one exquisite, decorated with small boxes, extremely beautiful, no wonder those young ladies from noble families liked them.
"Hmm." A lazy voice came from the slightly dim room.
"Then I'll go prepare it right away," Qi Quan replied. The young master disliked his servants referring to themselves as slaves, which was why he referred to himself as "I."
"Prepare the carriage. I just happened to miss the crispy duck last time, so I'll take you there to eat it today."
Suddenly, a noise came from inside. It was probably that the lazy person realized that he shouldn't be so decadent, so he wanted to distract himself with food.
"Okay, I'll go prepare right away." Qi Quan was also happy; the young master had finally regained his usual energy.
Qi Quan opened the door with light steps, his delicate brows showing a hint of ease.
A short while later, Qi Quan led the carriage to the courtyard gate, and then quickly packed the box containing the perfume powder and placed it on the carriage.
Although these items were all packed in boxes, they were still fragile and somewhat unsafe, so we handled them with extra care.
After he made several trips and loaded everything onto the carriage, his nose was covered in sweat.
"Young master, we can go now." Qi Quan wiped the sweat from his forehead and nose with his sleeve and looked at the relaxed man in front of the carriage.
Feng Qingge nodded, lifted her feet and walked towards the carriage, leaped up, and lifted the curtain to enter.
Upon seeing this, Qi Quan quickly pulled the carriage away. Once outside the mansion gate, he sat on the carriage shaft and started driving.
The carriage had a very large interior space. Apart from the area in front of the door, there were soft couches on three sides, and the floor was covered with thick carpets that felt soft underfoot. In the middle of the carriage was a small square table with four legs, on which were several bundles piled up like a small mountain. Inside were incense powders. Everything that was originally on the table was put away in a hidden compartment for storing the incense powders.
As soon as I stepped out, I headed north, passing through several bustling streets before finally arriving at the painted building.
It was midday, the sun was high, and it was quite hot, so there were fewer women in front of the painted pavilion.
At this time of year, when there are fewer people around, all those young ladies would be very careful about their skin and would never go out in such a hot sun.
As soon as they arrived in front of the painted pavilion, Qi Quan hurriedly pulled the horse and stopped the carriage. He couldn't help but admire his young master's wisdom once again. It was only when there were few people around that his young master would come. Otherwise, he would never have been seen here before.
"Young master, we've arrived." Qi Quan jumped off the carriage shaft, stood on the carriage, and lifted the curtain.
Then, Feng Qingge bent down and stepped out from inside, gracefully leaping into the building.
Her red dress fluttered lightly, her dark hair lifted slightly, and her jade-like face was full of smiles.
"Fengxue." As soon as she stepped inside, she saw a woman in pink behind the counter. She smiled and slowly called the woman's name.
The woman behind the counter was calculating accounts with an abacus in one hand and an account book in the other when she suddenly heard someone call her. She looked up and saw the young man in red standing at the door.
His stunningly beautiful face, radiant with smiles, gazed at her, leaving her momentarily stunned.
No matter how many times she had seen such a face, she was always captivated by it.
"Young Master." Feng Xue's eyes lit up, and a gentle smile immediately appeared on her previously cold face. She put down what she was holding and came out from behind the counter.
Just as they were about to say something, a strange cry from outside the door interrupted them.
"Wind and snow, hurry, catch it!"
The two people inside turned their heads and silently stared at Qi Quan, who was buried under a pile of bundles outside the door.
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