"Ahe, Brother Gu doesn't have any ill intentions."
Seeing everyone leaving, Zhou Jingcai said with great melancholy, but there was hesitation in her tone that she could also detect.
Obviously, in my impression, Gu Zhun has always been an iceberg beauty who is rejected from thousands of miles away.
When did he pay so much attention to others?
To be honest, as early as when she was at Xunfang Garden in Anzhou, Zhou Jing felt that Gu Zhundi was very different from Xihe, and she always felt that there seemed to be some story between them.
Of course, Zhou Jing also knew that this was impossible.
After all, Gu Zhun was obviously a native of the imperial capital.
How could he have anything to do with Xihe, who was born in Anzhou?
Only last time, Gu Zhun was clearly protective of Xihe.
However, during this meeting, his words were thorny.
Considering Gu Zhun's weight in the capital, if what he just said really got out, Yu Xihe would not be able to gain a firm foothold in the capital.
The big disadvantage is that if you look around the capital, Gu Zhun is the person that all the ladies admire the most in private.
It was really rejected by Gu Zhun, and the lethality was not ordinary.
Thinking like this, Zhou Jing couldn't help but have a headache, but she really couldn't think of any good way.
After hesitating for a moment, she finally said: "Otherwise, I will ask my brother to come forward and set up a banquet for Brother Gu to come.
When the time comes, you can come over and bow your head and submit."
"No need."
Xihe refused.
If we talk about the time in Xunfang Garden, Xihe did have a good impression of Gu Zhun.
That kind of favorable impression was completely different from that of Shen Cheng.
It seemed that he was a very familiar person.
Although he had never been in contact with him, he was sure that the other person would not harm him.
Own.
But after arriving in the imperial capital this time, whether it was a sudden encounter in the suburbs of Gyeonggi or a chance encounter in a restaurant, Xihe felt that this Gu Zhun was obviously different from the Gu Zhun back then, although he couldn't explain why.
The vague feeling of familiarity before has become inconsistent.
Xihe's temperament has never been that sloppy, and as far as he is concerned, the divisions between people are simple and tight, that is, between himself and outsiders.
Although he has some interaction with Gu Zhun, compared to Shen Cheng, As far as we are concerned, he is just an outsider.
Based on this, whether Mr.
Gu is happy or not has nothing to do with him.
Seeing that Zhou Jing wanted to persuade her again, she shook her head and said bluntly: "Young Master Gu and Mr.
Qiu who rolled down the stairs are good friends, right?"
"Ah" Zhou Jing obviously didn't understand why Xihe suddenly asked this question, with a very baffled look on her face, "Although Brother Gu is a bit cold-tempered, he is not the kind of person who waits for little chickens.
Besides, you didn't mean to make someone like him."
Mr.
Deqiu rolled down the stairs."
"To be honest, Jing, I did it on purpose."
Xihe said in a relaxed tone.
Thanks to the gift of people's ears, Qiu Ze and others' words about burying Tai's father were heard right away.
With my father's clear name, how dare this bastard do such harm to me?
When Xihe stepped on Qiu Ze, he only hated that he was too weak, otherwise he would not be able to crush someone's hand.
"Ahe, you really did it on purpose."
Zhou Jing had a confused expression on her face.
She had doubts before, but she didn't expect it to be true.
While Zhou Jing couldn't laugh or cry, the fire of gossip was even more blazing, "Ahe, you also have such naughty times.
Let me guess, maybe you and the young man Qiu Ze confronted before have an old conversation.
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Who is that person?
He looks so imposing, but I didn’t know that you would be able to meet such a person when you first came to the capital.”
"His name is Shen Cheng.
This is not the first time we have met.
We have known each other since we were in Anzhou."
Xihe was not prepared to hide it from her.
"Is Shen Cheng also from Anzhou?"
Zhou Jing frowned, "It's just, why does this name seem familiar?
Shen Cheng, Shen Cheng, isn't he?"
The last word, the voice was obviously raised several times.
Not only was it thanks to her brother who had a lot of friends, but it really reminded Zhou Jing.
Isn't Shen Cheng that famous idiot in the Duke's Palace who can't even keep the throne?
"It's what you think."
He had known that Shen Cheng had a bad reputation in Kyoto, but the miserable look on Zhou Jing's face still made Xihe unhappy.
He immediately blocked Zhou Jing's mouth, who obviously had different opinions, "Brother Shen He is a very good person, you can tell me about him, but if it is something bad, just don’t mention it.”
Zhou Jing really couldn't understand what kind of poison Xihe had been poisoned with.
He was usually a very rational person, but now he was like a pimple but he had nothing to say.
When it comes to Shen Chenglai, Zhou Jing can really say a lot of things, but unfortunately, they are all bad.
I had to shut up bitterly, but secretly made up my mind that even if I didn't say it now, I would have to find a way to give Xihe an enlightenment in the future.
It would be better to stay away from a monster like Shen Cheng, but why would he get too close to him and even endanger the Qiu family?
Now he was extremely confused and said: "Okay, just focus on big brother, don't get angry with him, the capital is different from Anzhou after all."
But she is already filled with sorrow and regrets that she is not capable enough to open the way forward.
If Xihe is really squeezed out by all the ladies of the imperial capital, That’s all, I have my own support anyway.
Xihe was worried about Zhou Jing, but he didn't care at all.
I have been settling down at home these days, but there are still a lot of things to do at the business.
It doesn't matter whether those ladies of the world accept me or not.
I really don't have time to let them accept it.
Early in the morning of the second day, after washing and tidying up, and having a hasty breakfast, Xihe took Qingbi out of the house.
When his father came to Beijing, Xihe naturally made various arrangements.
At present, there were three or four shops opened in Kyoto.
Because I was thinking of Shang Yan, the first place I wanted to go to now was naturally Yun Zhijin, who was handed over to Shang Cheng.
It has to be said that Shang Cheng has a very sophisticated vision.
Jinshui Street where Yun Zhijin is located is clearly the largest cloth sales place in the imperial capital.
Along the way, I saw numerous shops on both sides, with all kinds of colorful fabrics and colorful fabrics.
There were also cars, BMWs, and ladies and ladies.
It was a display of extreme wealth and splendor.
After walking to the north of the street, Xihe's eyes lit up.
The three large shops across the street did not have the three characters "Yunzhijin" on them.
Qingbi's voice immediately sounded outside: "Miss, we are here."
As he said that, he was about to step forward and open the car curtain, but was stopped by Xihe: "Wait a minute."
The expression on his face is obviously suspicious Although my shop is located in a slightly remote location, given the reputation of Jinshui Street, it shouldn’t be so deserted.
No wonder Xihe was so suspicious.
It was late spring now, which was obviously the time to buy new clothes.
Other shops were bustling with people, especially the shop two storeys away from Yun Zhijin, which was almost overcrowded.
However, it is wrong to say that there is no one here in Yunzhijin, but there are a few people coming in from time to time, but looking at the clothes, they are obviously not from the imperial capital.
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Although they are considered to be jewels, there is something missing.
After looking carefully for a while, Xihe finally understood what these people were missing.
Although the clothes of these people had their own characteristics, they were clearly very different from the popular styles in the imperial capital.
Most of these people went into the shop to browse for a while, then left quickly and went to other shops.
"Go and take a look."
Xihe said to Qingbi outside the car.
After following Xihe for so long, Qingbi naturally understood what Xihe meant.
She nodded immediately and followed another customer coming out of the shop.
Xihe got out of the car and went to the shop by himself.
Step in with the front foot, and the waiter will step forward with a smile on the back foot: "Whatever material does the lady want to choose?
We have all kinds of fabrics here, and the prices are very affordable."
Although he said so, he obviously didn't hold out much hope that the woman's clothes did not appear to be rich, and she didn't even have anyone around to serve her.
She couldn't be just here to hang out.
Xihe nodded.
Although the business was deserted, the waiter did not slack off, but tried his best to keep every guest who came in.
This shows that Shang Cheng is very good.
Then he looked at the fabrics stacked on the counter.
It was obvious that a lot of thought had gone into the pattern matching.
Another burst of brisk footsteps sounded, and then a familiar female voice came: "Miss, you really have a good eye.
This is embroidery from Weinan."
Xihe turned around and smiled: "Ayan."
"Master" Shang Yan was startled.
She couldn't believe her eyes.
The next moment she shouted inside, "Dad, dad, come on, the master is here."
The waiter who was still following the master looked frightened and said that it was not easy to live in the imperial capital.
I thought that the master who could buy such a big shop at the feet of the emperor must be such a distinguished family.
Who knows?
Unexpectedly, the master turned out to be a little girl of fourteen or fifteen years old.
I couldn't help but secretly feel lucky that I didn't look impatient just now, otherwise I would have been in trouble.
I have never seen such a powerful shopkeeper and the lady shopkeeper look trembling.
"Shang Cheng has met the young master."
Shang Cheng walked out quickly, looking obviously excited and with a look of guilt on his face.
It's really shameful that business is so deserted.
"Don't be too polite."
Xihe waved his hand, "Let's talk about it inside."
Shang Cheng nodded, took a step back, and asked Xihe to go first.
After reaching the inner room, the father and daughter finally insisted on saluting: "It's really a happy event for me to be promoted to an official position.
I thought I would go to the house to pay homage to the master in the next few days, but I didn't expect it."
"The trouble in the shop has something to do with the house."
Xihe frowned.
"This" Shang Cheng hesitated, obviously having some unspeakable secrets.
"Miss," Qingbi's voice sounded outside.
"Come in."
Xihe motioned to Qingbi, "Tell me the news you just found out."
"Yes."
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Qingbi's expression was obviously a little angry, "To be fair to the lady, those people who were dressed differently from those in the capital were all outsiders, either the family members of foreign officials, or those who came to the capital to do business.
I'm just a maid.
When I went to the most lively Jinyu Garden, I heard the waiter talking nonsense."
It's no wonder that Qingbi was angry, but when Qingbi entered, Jin Yuyuan's waiter was talking arrogantly, saying that the owner of Yun Zhijin was the pickle guest who had become famous all over the city in recent days.
What Yunzhijin is, it clearly smells like pickles.
I dare to come here to sell silk.
I really bought it at home, but I didn’t lose my share.
It’s hard to say that when I walked out, it smelled like rancid pickles. gd1806102: