Manxilou is a very remote teahouse with elegant decoration and a cool style. It is the kind of place that you don’t want to go into just by looking at it.
The owner didn't seem to care whether there were customers or not, and kept the door open. The waiter was not very enthusiastic, but the tea there was of top quality, and the snacks were particularly exquisite, sweet but not greasy, and melted in the mouth.
It's the kind of place that doesn't look like much, but you'll be amazed once you get in.
However, judging from the current number of people, it is obvious that not many people are amazed.
However, the waiter has been particularly energetic these past two days. He even hums a tune while carrying a tray, and everyone can see his joy.
A thin figure came in from the door and just in time saw the waiter's hopping footsteps disappear around the corner of the second floor.
The man was wearing a smoky green dress. The wind in the alley made his clothes flutter, making his figure look even thinner.
"What good thing happened to Ziyue?"
The gentle voice carries a hint of coolness from the autumn wind, like the gurgling and refreshing spring water, soft and slightly cool.
The shopkeeper behind the counter looked up when he heard this: "The young master is here."
"You're talking about Ziyue," the shopkeeper said with a smile. "There's a distinguished guest in the upstairs private room. She's been here for three days straight. She's been generous, paying Ziyue gold leaves to tell her stories. The guest is stunningly beautiful and listens attentively to the stories. When she's happy, she rewards him with gold leaves. The guy is so excited that he's racked his brains these past two days, even though his mouth is covered in blisters, he doesn't even care."
The young master laughed and said, "It seems that the boy usually ignores me because he doesn't have enough money."
The shopkeeper put down his abacus and came out: "Young Master, please sit down for a while. I'll ask the kitchen to make you some snacks."
The young master nodded, stood in the hall for a while, and slowly walked upstairs.
The second floor is very spacious, but all of them are made into separate private rooms. There are no doors, but they are separated by bamboo curtains, which are ventilated and breathable, and the aroma of tea is lingering.
The young master looked around and finally saw his waiter in the private room closest to the east.
Before I even walked in, I could hear his unusual laughter.
"It happened so quickly. I turned over, picked up the young master, and ran away with him. I ran ten miles in one breath, saving him from the clutches of the female bandit..."
The young master’s face turned dark: “…” What are they talking about?
"Ahem."
Inside the house, Zi Yue spoke excitedly, his eyebrows dancing with joy: "Miss, you don't know, that female bandit is big and vulgar, tall and strong, standing up, she is as big as two young masters, with fists as big as sandbags, one punch can kill a young master, with that bloody mouth, one bite can turn a little kid into a little kid..."
"Ahem."
Zi Yue: "It is me, and only me, who is smart, alert, courageous, adaptable, and has superb martial arts skills, who can save the powerless young master from the dire situation. Otherwise, he would still be the husband of that vicious female bandit."
Xiao Li was playing with the gold leaves, and the corners of his mouth were never lowered. How could there be such an interesting person?
With a snap of his fingers, the golden leaves drew a graceful arc in the air and fell into Zi Yue's tray.
His eyes swept over the vague figure at the doorway: "Is that the young master who almost became someone's concubine?"
The handsome young waiter glanced back and waved his hand: "That's him, but it doesn't matter. I have another story to tell."
Is it important for the young master to have gold?
The young master can't stop him from making money!!!
In the past few days, he has earned more gold than he could ever earn in his entire life as a waiter. What is a young master? He has no idea what it is!
The person behind the curtain reluctantly opened it and looked at the woman sitting by the window with an apologetic look on his face. He was so stunned by what he saw that he forgot what he was going to say.
When he heard the shopkeeper say that the guest upstairs was stunningly beautiful, he didn't take it seriously. He didn't expect that she was such a rare and stunning beauty.
She dressed like a man, wearing brocade clothes and jade ornaments, looking gorgeous and noble.
But no matter how gorgeous the clothes and accessories are, they are just a foil and cannot compare to the beauty of the face.
She has fair skin and delicate features, and even without makeup, her eyes and eyebrows are still picturesque.
Sitting by the window, the sunlight outside the window gave her a dreamy luster. She smiled, her face shimmering, and the cool breeze added a bit of comfort and laziness.
It's obvious that she is not an ordinary girl. I wonder which wealthy family she is from.
"Zi Yue."
He first called out to his waiter, who was almost a lackey, and then he bowed to the girl: "I am the young master of this Manxi Building. My son is young and everyone pampers him. I am sorry to have embarrassed you, young lady."
When Xiao Li saw the person coming, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and the smile at the corner of his eyes deepened.
"He is a sincere young man, full of vigor and vitality. How can he be disrespectful?"
"Besides, he didn't lie to me. The young master is indeed very beautiful and charming."
Different from Lu Yanzhi who has an aristocratic air but deliberately pretends to be aloof and otherworldly, this one is a true fairy.
He was thin and his fair skin showed a sickly weakness, but he stood straight and his eyes were clear.
She was wearing a flowing green dress without a single ornament, and her hair was only fixed with a jade hairpin.
This outfit is plain and inconspicuous, but because of his outstanding appearance, it becomes ethereal.
He has a handsome but not gorgeous appearance, with bright and perfect features. His auspicious phoenix eyes are slightly deep but not aggressive, and he has a kind of calmness that is not disturbed.
He did not deliberately create the unattainable attitude of an exiled immortal, but was very calm and casual.
But even when he smiled, there was a gentle alienation in his expression.
Like the white snow on the branches, it never falls into the mortal world.
Xiao Li did not hide his admiration, but it was just admiration, as if he had seen something pleasing to the eye and could not help but exclaim in praise.
Although it is a bit sarcastic, it does not make people uncomfortable.
The young master had heard people marvel at his appearance many times, but being praised so directly by the woman in front of him still made him feel a little uncomfortable.
"Miss, don't listen to his nonsense. I heard that you've been coming here for tea for three days in a row. Are you waiting for someone?"
Let’s quickly bypass the issue of appearance.
Xiao Li: "I'm not waiting for anyone, I'm waiting for the wind."
Ziyue glanced at the window: "There's wind now."
Xiao Li smiled and said, "This isn't the wind I'm waiting for."
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The young master was sitting in his own special room drinking tea, which coincidentally was right next to the one where Xiao Li had just sat.
The shopkeeper brought up some snacks and was invited by the young master to sit down together.
Ziyue came up holding his money jar, the gold leaves inside rustling. He sat on the stool next to him with a puzzled look on his face: "Uncle Jiang, there is clearly wind now, why is that girl waiting for the wind?"
The shopkeeper didn't say anything when he heard this, but looked at the young master opposite.
The young master slowly put down his teacup and said softly, "The West Building is full, waiting for the east wind."
Ziyue: ? ?
I don't understand. Isn't it the west wind that blows in autumn? Can the east wind blow in autumn?
He poured out the gold leaves inside, there were thirty of them in total, and he counted them again and again without getting tired of it.
Ah, the first hour after my beautiful sister left, I missed her.
It’s all the young master’s fault, otherwise he would have earned a few more gold leaves today.
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