Zhang Wenjuan quickly raised her eyes to look at Xia Xiaodong, and hummed just as quickly, obviously unwilling to mention Ning Junwu in person.
"Actually, I'm quite tolerant."
The woman in red stopped looking at Xia Xiaodong at this time and smiled at Zhang Wenjuan: "It's impossible for a person like Mr.
Ning to monopolize others, so he always has to prepare a few beauties.
Son, let him hug you and feel comfortable."
The beauty Xia Xiaodong, who was regarded as an Israeli servant, couldn't laugh or cry.
Thinking about it again, it didn't matter.
After all, being recognized as beautiful was not a matter of hugging or hugging her.
The woman in red didn't have to say that.
In such a public place, if we really get into an argument, it would be embarrassing for everyone.
The girl sitting at the table now is clueless and can't understand clearly.
It's better for everyone to pretend to be confused.
Zhang Wenjuan looked completely different from when she was in Suzhou.
When she heard the words, she was just chatting.
She lowered her head and fiddled with the two chopsticks in front of her, and said reluctantly: "Sister Qiao, look back at the colorful show, what did you choose in the end?"
Speaking of the colorful opera, the woman in red surnamed Qiao immediately became interested.
She temporarily forgot about Xia Xiaodong and said with a smile: "I asked you to help me choose last night.
You agreed to this and that.
It's really You see, I chose this one."
I saw Miss Qiao reaching out behind her, and the maid who followed immediately understood and handed over a small box two inches square.
Zhang Wenjuan was ridiculed in person, but her face was expressionless and she only leaned over to look at the box.
There were several other girls at the same table, and all of them were curious and looked over.
The workmanship of the box is extremely exquisite, and the lines of the huanghuali are polished and shiny, making it easy to look at.
I just feel that the whole box is integrated, and I can't figure out how to open it.
Miss Qiao triumphantly moved somewhere in the corner of the box, and the box popped open on its own.
Even during the day, you can still see a faint glow emanating from it.
Probably the so-called jewelry.
Inside lies a bead the size of the belly of your thumb.
"Wow," Zhang Wenjuan exclaimed in a low voice with appropriate surprise: "Sister Qiao, you are too willing to give up this thing.
I'm afraid it will cost thousands of silver."
"Hey," Miss Qiao disapproved and curled her lips and said, "It's tacky to say that silver is so tacky.
This was the year my father became a Jinshi.
An old uncle from my hometown who became an official gave it to me.
If I really want to buy it, I'm afraid I won't be able to buy it for a thousand taels. ” He said Zhang Wenjuan was tacky, but in fact, in a roundabout way, he was talking about money.
There was a girl in yellow at the same table.
He happened to be sitting between Xia Xiaodong and the girl Qiao.
At this time, he joked and said, "I heard that my sister's surname is Qiao.
Is she the daughter of Qiao Jingzhao's family?
My father is a judge in Dali Temple, and his surname is Du."
Qiao Jingzhao didn't mean that Miss Qiao's father was called this name.
But it refers to Mr.
Jing Zhaoyin named Qiao.
Because of their jurisdiction, Dali Temple's judge and Jing Zhaoyin had frequent contacts.
There is always a sense of face.
It is roughly equivalent to the relationship between a High Court judge and the mayor of the capital, which is neither close nor far.
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Miss Qiao was not disgusted by this obvious flattery and said with a smile: "Exactly, I am Qiao Qiaoer.
Did Sister Du come here by herself?"
There is no maid behind Miss Du.
So Qiao Qiaoer asked.
"There is someone waiting here, so I will let her go down to eat."
Miss Du only brought one maid with her.
If no one is allowed to eat at this time.
Then the maid will be hungry all day.
In fact, even if they brought two maids, there were many female guests who asked the maids to go down.
There were not many places where maids were needed.
Otherwise, it would be such a big place in total.
In addition to the sitting master, if the standing maids were added, it would be too crowded.
People like Qiao Qiaoer who behave like this are just showing off and being ignorant.
"Sister, these pearls are really beautiful.
Can you let me see them?"
Miss Du changed the subject in a playful manner.
Qiao Qiaoer generously pushed the box over.
Of course.
It would be better if everyone could take turns to look at the good stuff and no one would look at it.
It would be the daytime version of Jinyi Night Walk.
Miss Du was very good at this.
She put her hands on the beads to create a small dark space.
Then she put her eyes in the gap between her two thumbs, glanced inside, raised her head and said with a smile: "Sure enough, If you look at the night pearl, it will be even brighter."
Such a statement not only praises something, but also raises one's own vision.
It has long been seen that it is the Night Pearl.
Qiao Qiaoer's face was full of pride and she said deliberately: "It's a little dim now.
It was even brighter when I got it a few years ago."
Pearls are common, large pearls are rare, and luminous pearls are rare.
I heard that it was the Night Pearl, and several other girls were also attracted to it, so they stretched out their hands to take a look.
Xia Xiaodong was not interested in Ye Mingzhu, but was thinking about other things.
Qiao Qiaoer brought Ye Mingzhu not just to show off, but for the colorful show.
Wucai Opera was pioneered by the Lu family and is now a unique game in the capital.
The name of the play is Wucai because the prop is a colorful pom-pom wrapped with silk thread.
At the beginning of the game, the host family, for example this time the old lady of the Lu family, takes out the prizes first.
Anyone who wants the prize will naturally come forward.
The old lady of the Lu family throws the colorful pom-poms.
Whoever gets it will get the prize. who.
This is not the end.
Even if the prize is lost, the person who got the pom-pom has to take out another thing, and continue until someone is unwilling to take out the prize.
This situation is almost impossible, and everyone cannot afford to lose face. , or it ends when it reaches a specified number of rounds, such as five or ten.
In fact, except for the first person who can only go out but not get out, and the last person who can only get in but not get out, the ones in the middle are all similar to exchanging things for things to create excitement and fun.
Later, different meanings gradually emerged.
One person's things were taken away by another person.
Because of this small fate, they later became friends, and some even became husband and wife, which made this colorful play even more interesting.
A festival like the Mid-Autumn Festival must have three or two games to add to the fun.
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Xia Xiaodong didn't plan to participate in this game, which was a bit like tossing a hydrangea ball, but just in case he was pulled off the field, he still prepared two things on hand.
Now that I see that big night pearl, I feel a little worried.
If everyone else is bringing out similar ones, then what I prepared seems not to be of high quality.
While I was thinking about it, I heard a gust of fragrance coming from the stairs, and a group of women came up surrounded by a girl in gorgeous clothes.
The girl's face was bright and beautiful.
During the Mid-Autumn Festival, her collar and cuffs were trimmed with white fox fur, which looked a little exaggerated.
"Princess An Ning," Qiao Qiao'er whispered in a low voice.
As she spoke, she looked behind Princess An Ning's group of people.
"I wonder if the Lord of Yongchang County will come."
Miss Du whispered what she was thinking
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