Qian Yiqun returned to the bedroom, bolted the door, stood at the door and listened. Until he was sure there was no movement outside, he walked to the middle of the room, put Xihe Jian on the table, poured out a glass of water, and said in a deep voice: "Come out."

A serene sound came from the originally quiet room, the sound of coarse cloth rubbing.

A hand slowly stretched out under the bed frame, followed by a leg, and then half of his body came out.

Qian Wei was originally a thin and hunched old man. He has calmed down these days. He lives at Qian Yiqun's house and has to eat and sleep. With the benefits bonus of a curse, he is no longer hunched and his blood and energy are gradually becoming richer.

"Young Master, you are back." Qian Wei stood up, bent forward and bowed to the family leader.

Qian Yiqun nodded and asked casually: "When did the fox leave?"

Qian Wei shrank his hand in his sleeves, secretly calculated the day, and said, "It was the tenth night of the first lunar month. Dai Shiming came in from the backyard and left without looking for the villain. The next night, he brought a wild fox over and transferred the fox master and took it away."

Qian Yiqun had known that Dai Shiming would definitely not miss the opportunity after he left like this. I don’t know why he stared at Qian Wei so much, but seeing this man’s easy-to-hand nature would definitely not be a big deal.

"You didn't show your strength." Qian Yiqun asked more questions. If Qian Wei showed his strength, he would probably not stand here intact.

Qian Wei didn't think this was nonsense and replied respectfully: "Master Fox has set up a formation diagram for the old slave under the bed. As long as you don't make a sound, you won't be discovered at any time."

"Okay, that's good." Qian Yiqun stretched, looked at the sky outside, and was about to have a meal in a blink of an eye, and asked Qian Wei: "How did you solve the problem of eating these days?"

Qian Wei has never been asked so carelessly in his life, and he felt warm and said, "I always go to the kitchen to find some food in the middle of the night."

"Has my sister discovered it?" Qian Yiqun said strangely. Although Qian Xiaoxiao was careless, she was famously stingy at home. She remembered it clearly in her little brain when she first took over the kitchen. When she was just taking over the kitchen, she was very careful about how much food she ate, and there would be no leftover food at any time.

At that time, the tortoiseshell was growing and hungry. He wanted to take a bite outside the meal, but he didn't even have a pot crumb.

"Miss is really a bodhisattva," Qian Wei's face dispersed. "At first, the lady thought it was eaten by Master Fox, but later after the fake Master Fox was tied up, she thought it was not tied up, and the thief sneaked in to eat it. Daimao hated the thief for being brave and wanted to set up a mechanism to arrest him and sent him to the official position. The lady said at the time: 'That thief doesn't steal anything, he just ate leftovers. I think he was so hungry that he could eat it after eating it.'"

"My sister has been a knives since she was a child." Qian Yiqun nodded and added in her heart: she is just a lack of heart. Fortunately, she is the "internal thief" in her family. How dangerous it would be if the external thief came in!

"The lady has put out the leftover menu in the pot these two days." Qian Wei said more and more emotion. "I feel more and more ashamed when I think about the ridiculous thoughts of the past, I feel more and more ashamed."

Qian Yiqun nodded and said, "I will help you bring your meals starting today, so you don't have to go out to eat."

"Young Master Xie."

Qian Yiqun moved his muscles and sat on the bed, saying, "I want to sit for a while to nourish my spirits. I still have something to do tomorrow."

Qian Wei stood aside, took out the palm-leaf fan, and gently drove away the remaining mosquitoes for Qian Yiqun, and did not dare to make any sound.

Qian Yiqun sat for a while and came over to ask him to have dinner. The family hadn't seen each other for many days, so it was naturally a lively scene.

Qian Yiqun slept extremely sweetly this night, and she woke up naturally without having a dream.

The next morning, just after the first hour of Mao, Daimao opened the door and saw a cool sedan parked at the door. After asking, he found out that it was sent by Qihong Xiaozhu outside the Changmen to pick up the young master.

Seeing that those sedan chairmen were not hired by the outside world temporarily, they were polite and upright, and they were not annoying. They thought to themselves: The young master is getting more and more powerful, and even sent someone to invite him to the Golden Cave.

Daimao asked the sedan chair worker to wait at the door, and hurriedly ran back and called the young master.

After Qian Yiqun woke up, he called him for a while and just got off the seat and heard Daimao calling him outside.

"Young Master, Qi Hong Xiaozhu's people are here to pick you up." Dai Mao reported.

"Let them take a break first, I'll have some snacks." Qian Yiqun walked out of the room and happened to see his sister coming out of the backyard, following Daimao's mother, holding a food plate to set up a table and make breakfast.

"I've been in contact with those people early in the morning," Qian Xiaoxiao pouted, "I've lost all that good reputation when I was a child."

"What are you afraid of? Brother, I am not a Confucian scholar." Qian Yiqun smiled and said, "It just happened to be going to buy you rouge and water powder today. What else do you want? I'll bring it back to you."

"I don't want it!" Qian Xiaoxiao wrinkled her nose, made a face, and walked towards the main hall.

Daimao secretly reported to Qian Yiqun's ear: "Master, my lady's skirt was stained with oil that day, and I felt distressed for a long time."

Qian Yiqun patted Daimao on the shoulder and smiled to show his affirmation. However, considering that the money was hard-earned, Qian Yiqun believed that he would not buy materials for his sister at least.

After breakfast, Qian Yiqun changed his clothes, took the folding fan bought by his father, put it in a small sewn fan bag, bid farewell to his parents, and went to the sedan chair in front of the door.

Qian Yiqun guessed that Qihong Xiaozhu was probably the territory of Junior Sister Xu Fo, Yiyinglou. He didn't want to bring the Xihe Sword to avoid jealousy and causing trouble. However, his family is like an unprepared downtown. If it is stolen by a villain who knows secret techniques, how heartache would it be? So he still brought it with him.

Suzhou City is a large city. It is thirteen or four miles away from Qian Yiqun's house to Qihong's small building outside the Changmen. If no one carries it, it would be very difficult to walk by yourself.

Qian Xiaoxiao must go when she gets the opportunity.

Because from Changmen to Fengqiao, ten miles of prosperity is really a wealthy and prosperous place in the world, and foreign merchants are gathered. The so-called "Su Yi" and "Su Yi" refer to the styles and styles of the Changmen area, and can be said to be a fashion capital that leads the world's trends.

This is proof of a poem by Tang Yin, a great talent from Wu:

"The paradise of the world is Wuzhong, and there is a Changmen in the middle, which is even more powerful.

There are three thousand green sleeves up and down, and there are millions of gold and waters in the east and west.

The sales in the fifth update market have never been successful, and the dialects in the four distant places are always different.

If the painter is asked to paint, the painter should be difficult to draw."

Qian Yiqun sat in a sedan chair, walked across the Changmen Street, listening to the various dialect hawkings, the scroll of the market style slowly unfolded, and said in his heart: It turns out that prosperity is like dew, and wealth is like smoke. I really don’t know what a scene this place will be in twenty years.

The sedan chairman walked to the Changmen and was about to get home, and his feet were full of strength. When he reached Qihong Xiaozhu halfway inside and outside, he heard the singing and singing, and the sound of the early singer and dancer was practicing.

There are also three lines, six schools, three schools, and many other articles in the brothel Chu Pavilion. From doing business with one leg, to being well-versed in piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, and music, everyone has their own practices and cannot be confused. Listening to the name Qihong Xiaozhu, you will know the literary route you take. No matter how late the ladies accompany the guests last night, they have to get up early in the morning to practice.

The sedan chairkeeper carried Qian Yiqun directly through the main entrance and just got off the sedan chair in the sedan hall.

A jade hand lifted the curtain of the sedan chair, but before the person was seen, the laughter came first: "Young Master Qian is late."

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