I wish for a long time

The restaurant opened for half a month, and finally returned to the lively scene at that time.

With an old mother's smile on Ye Jiu's face, he stood by the counter, flipping through the books in his hand.

I don't know what happened, but since Xue Jingning came that day, two or three big orders came in one after another. Whenever it was time for dinner, the restaurant was full of people and there were no empty seats.

And those scattered diners and neighbors who stopped and watched, seeing such a grand scene in the restaurant, no longer hesitated, and bravely came to have a try.

In this way, even if there is no large group like a tour guide group in the future, the new individual tourists are enough to fill most of the restaurants.

So far, Penghu Bay Hot Pot Restaurant has really stood up again.

"Shopkeeper, a new batch of charcoal has arrived, go to the storeroom and take a look." Rong Xing came to the counter and saluted Ye Jiu.

Ye Jiu raised his head, looked at him and smiled: "No need, I can trust you."

Rong Xing was stunned when he heard the words, his eyes were a little complicated, he shook his head, and insisted: "The shopkeeper should go and have a look, I feel at ease."

Hearing this, Ye Jiu shook his head helplessly, then put down his pen and went with him.

After being promoted that day, Rongxing and Shuanzi were fined to do long-term work for a year. Ye Jiu thought about it, and let Shuanzi follow Xiao Hei to do the work of pulling milk, and Rongxing returned to the restaurant.

The restaurant incident was full of uproar, Rong Xing naturally became the target of public criticism, there was always some gossip, overtly and secretly, Rong Xing's family affairs had just been dealt with, and then stuck in the restaurant to get by, the whole person was actually more depressed than before.

Ye Jiu finally handed over the matter of pulling charcoal to him. Firstly, he was familiar with this matter, and secondly, if he was suspicious, the whole restaurant might be torn apart.

"How is your mother?" Ye Jiu took a rough look at the color and density of the charcoal, then turned his head and asked Rong Xing who was beside him.

"Thank you for the kindness of the shopkeeper, my mother is already much better." Rong Xing lowered his head, bowed slightly, and raised his hands in a tone full of respect.

Ye Jiu took a deep look at him, and said in a calm tone, "If you have any difficulties in the future, you should come to me immediately, you know, I will definitely help if I can help, and I will try my best to find a way for you if I can't help, you must not be so reckless Listening to other people's slander, you lose your own judgment, understand?"

Looking at the lake-blue figure, Rong Xing's eyes were a little moist, and he nodded vigorously: "Don't worry, shopkeeper, it won't happen again."

Ye Jiu raised his lips and smiled: "Well, you help me prepare a new pot, and I'll take it away later."

……

Ye Jiu was carrying a big copper pot, and finally arrived at the door of Huamanlou.

She just wanted to throw this thing in Song Cuihua's face, otherwise she would be sorry for carrying it all the way.

"Song Cuihua, where are you?"

Ye Jiu went up to the second floor, pushed away the private room that she often went to, but found that there was no one there, she ran to the third floor in a blink of an eye.

When the elder brother guarding the door saw Ye Jiu's face, which was almost more familiar than the girl in the building, he didn't even bother to stop her.

Ye Jiu stood at the door of Song Chuxun's room without any hindrance, stretched out his hand and pushed it away, and what caught his eyes was the miserable appearance of that lump of bones lying limply on the round table.

She blinked in disbelief, walked out the door and looked around, then stepped in hesitantly.

That's right.

Ye Jiu tilted his head and carefully looked at the person in front of him.

It's only been seven or eight days since we last saw each other, and Song Chuxun seemed to have lost a whole circle of weight, lying on the table with a sleepy expression.

Only her hands and neck were exposed on her snow-white skin, which made her even thinner.

"what happened to you?"

Ye Jiu put the copper pot on the table, stretched his arms, and asked aloud.

Song Chuxun propped himself up, glanced at the copper pot plus that suddenly appeared in front of him, and lazily hummed: "It's nothing serious."

Ye Jiu folded his arms and looked at her: "It's okay with your expression?"

Song Chuxun let out a breath, and smiled, "Maybe it's because I was too nervous that day, a sequelae."

Ye Jiu pouted, sequelae?

Why didn't I see any sequelae when I ate Hesai that night, but after half a month, I suddenly became violent?

She sat on the stool casually: "Okay, I'm here to tell you that you don't need to go bankrupt."

Song Chuxun glanced at her sideways: "Back to life?"

Ye Jiu nodded, "That's right, once I step out, what can't be solved?"

"Now the store is basically the same as before. I think it won't be long before it will be back to normal."

Song Chuxun stared blankly at the teacup on the table, a little lost in thought.

"There is nothing unusual about the old gentleman. He still sent Nanyuan here. It's strange that he hasn't shown up these days."

"Do you think there will be any traps here?"

Ye Jiu put his fingers on the table, but after a while, no one responded.She turned her head to look, only to find that Song Chuxun was lying on the table again.

"Hey, I'm talking to you, do you hear me?"

Song Chuxun raised his head as if waking up, "Ah? What did you say?"

Ye Jiuhan closed his eyes, glanced at her carefully, and said softly, "You have a situation."

Song Chuxun's eyes were dazed, and he hurriedly said, "I... what can happen to me."

Ye Jiuwen stretched out his hand and pinched his fingers, "Let's do the math. When was the last time I saw Tongzi and her sister? I remember it was 28 days ago..."

"To shut up."

Seeing her sitting up straight suddenly, Ye Jiu sneered, "Stop pretending, you just have lovesickness."

Song Chuxun glanced at her and turned his head away.

Ye Jiu sighed: "If you miss her, go find her."

The corner of Song Chuxun's mouth twitched slightly when he heard the words, unknowingly showing a little bitterness: "Looking for her? What excuse do you use, Huamanlou Huakui went to perform for Xuefu?"

Ye Jiu was stunned for a moment, and suddenly the memory of Xue's parents and Xue's mother's strict manners at the banquet that day floated in her mind, and she couldn't help shivering.

"Uh, there's something wrong."

Song Chuxun lowered his eyes and leaned back on the table again.

Seeing her listless look, Ye Jiu didn't know what to say.

Before she could come up with any good ideas, Song Chuxun suddenly stood up in front of her.

"By the way, it will be the Old Flower Festival in Yuncheng in a few days!"

Song Chuxun supported the table with both hands, and there was a little more brilliance in those crystal eyes.

Ye Jiu didn't understand: "What festival?"

"Past Flowers Festival, every first day of November, Yuncheng will hold a boat race to cherish flowers and swim around the lake. It's just that it's not a competition of speed, but a competition of beauty."

"Look at whose boat is beautiful, and whoever has the highest voice on both sides of the river will win. Not only that, but there will be a reward of 50 taels for the winner."

Ye Jiu hesitated, "This is the first time I've heard of it, what do you mean..."

Song Chuxun's eyes suddenly shone with hope: "Huamanlou participates every year, so we can take this opportunity to have a good time."

She raised her eyebrows and gave Ye Jiu a look.

Ye Jiu understood, nodded clearly: "Then I'll go to Xue's mansion to get him out for you."

Song Chuxun bent his lips and smiled: "Understand me."

……

North of the city house.

A carrier pigeon landed on the window lattice, and Nan Yuan got up to check.

"Sir, there is a letter from your house."

Nan Yuan unloaded the small bamboo tube from the pigeon's feet and handed it to the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man put down the pen and took it.

He unfolded the note and glanced quickly.

Looking at his expression, Nan Yuan saw that the middle-aged man's face suddenly changed from indifferent to a little dignified.

He thought badly: "Sir, what happened?"

The middle-aged man's face darkened slightly: "Concubine Zheng invited the old lady to stay for a long time in the name of appreciating flowers."

Nan Yuan became anxious when he heard this: "What? The old lady is in the palace?"

The middle-aged man frowned and nodded: "According to the time, I'm afraid I have been in the palace for more than five days."

"Concubine Zheng Gui is the biological mother of the third prince, so it would be too obvious for her to do so. Could it be the palace..."

Nan Yuan didn't say the second half of the sentence, but the middle-aged man understood what he meant.

The middle-aged man picked up the pen and replied while writing: "No, this just shows that the emperor can still hold on. If it were at that time, the noble concubine would not be so leisurely to invite the old lady into the palace."

"That's true, the imperial concubine is not stupid."

The middle-aged man glanced at him: "She is very smart."

"Although our mansion has fallen, the foundation is still there. Our subordinates have already occupied important positions in the capital for many years. This action undoubtedly tells those people that the Zhenyuan Hou Mansion is on the side of the third prince."

Nan Yuan was choked by these words, and the more he thought about it, the colder he felt: "This... since the departure of Lord Hou, the Hou Mansion has never been involved in party disputes, even the bloody contest between the crown prince and the third prince a few years ago , the Hou Mansion is all clean and self-sufficient. If this is involved..."

There is no life in the Hou Mansion.

The middle-aged man wrote quickly, and sighed: "Although you are in Beijing, you have no rights, but the title is worth a few cents. You should have expected such a day."

He picked up the written note and handed it to Nan Yuan, "Quickly send it back to Beijing, let Bei Xiao find a way to deliver the letter to the old lady."

Nanyuan's face was serious, and he said seriously: "Yes!"

……

October [-]th, Xue Mansion.

"Sister, why are you in a daze again?"

Xue Yuning held his little hand, watched his sister sitting at the desk, paused for a long time with a pen, and finally couldn't help but speak.

Xue Yuning woke up with a start when he heard the words, his hands trembled, and a drop of ink fell on the snow-white rice paper.

She looked at Xue Wanning at the side, then looked down at the contaminated paper under her hand, and slowly regained her senses.

"Sister, what's the matter with you recently, why do you feel out of your mind." Xue Wanning pouted and looked at her suspiciously.

Xue Yuning's eyes flickered when he heard the words, but his heart felt extremely itchy.

She simply put down the pen in her hand and turned her head. The sky is clear today, and the sun is shining on the window lattice, which is very warm.

I don't know if her place is also so bright.

Xue Yuning was stunned for a moment, then smiled wryly, it's all in Yuncheng, so the sunshine will be different there.

It's just that they are all in Yuncheng, but she hasn't seen that lively face for a month.

Xue Yuning felt a little sour in his heart, his fingers trembled slightly, and unexpectedly bumped into something cold.

The cold touch on her fingertips made her startled, she looked down, and it turned out that it was the white jade flute that had been with her all year round.

The whole body is snow-white, crystal clear and translucent, warm and cool.

It's just that there is a touch of red on the pure-colored flute.

A pendant is coiled around the body of the flute, like a smear of bright red on the top of a white crane, which looks a bit...nondescript.

Xue Yuning stared at it for a long time, then suddenly shook his head amusedly, and the witty words floated in his mind: "Huh, this white is unlucky, let me add some joy to you."

She lightly scrubbed the fiery red pendant with her fingers, and her eyes had a soft light that was different from before.

I don't know you, but I'm fine.

"Miss, a young master surnamed Ye has come to the house. The second young master invites you to the atrium." The maid at the door knocked on the door and said respectfully.

Xue Wanning, who was bored at first, had her eyes lit up when she heard it: "What? Brother Jiu is here!"

Without saying a word, she jumped off the bed, ignoring that her sister was still sitting at the table, pulled her and walked out quickly:

"Sister, why are you still sitting? How can the dignified Xue Mansion keep the guests waiting for so long? Let's go there quickly!"

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