unscrupulous male concubine

Chunjing looked at the box in her arms.The fine chicken wing wood is carved with various techniques of relief, round carving and hollow carving to carve plum blossoms with intertwined branches.Because of the wood, it exudes a light fragrance appropriately, which complements the plum blossoms on the box.

"Use such an exquisite box, what is in it?" Chun Jing raised her eyebrows, squinted her eyes and shook them, but no sound came out.

Sensing a knife-cold gaze coming from behind, Chun Jing couldn't help but shiver, and turned her head to meet Qian Mingjia's scrutinizing gaze.

Chunjing secretly sighed helplessly, helping others is really not a good job, if you don't do it well, you will be disgusting.He tried his best to purse the corners of his mouth, raised his smiling face and waved his hands to Qian Mingjia, and strode into the gate of Yunliang Pavilion.

"Master Jingchun, you are here!" As soon as Chunjing entered the door, the waiter who added lamp oil that day came up to welcome him, and said excitedly, "Master Jiu said, please go upstairs as soon as you come." Seeing Chunjing The box in his hand, he hurriedly reached out to pick it up, "Let the villain take it for you!"

Chunjing faltered, avoided his hand, and glanced at him with lowered eyelids, "Is Mo Weishi there? I'll look for him."

"Oh," the waiter withdrew his hand in embarrassment, touched his ear, and pointed to the highest floor, "With the rank of a villain, I can't go up, so I can't inform the young master." He thought for a while, with a shy face He said with a smile, "Master, you might as well go to Mr. Jiu first, the villain will find someone to report to Mr. Wei now."

"No need." Chunjing turned around and sat down at the table closest to the door, and put the box aside.

The waiter looked at Chunjing in embarrassment, pursed his lips, and poured Chunjing a glass of wine.

"Is your ninth son sober?" Chunjing shook his glass and looked up at him.

Seeing that Chunjing turned the topic back to Jiudieyun, his face suddenly became happy, and he explained with a smile, "Yes, thanks to the master's panacea, I woke up early the next morning, that's why our Jiuzi said that he must Thank you! You see..."

Chun Jing frowned and interrupted him, "Didn't you say to find someone to inform Mo Weizhe? Go quickly."

"Xiao Zhe is busy," Jiudieyun came down from the stairs, beckoning to a waiter standing at the stairs, the man hurriedly handed him a bundle of paperwork, he opened it and glanced at it , explained, "At this time, he was discussing the plot with a sour scholar who wrote story books."

Chunjing was stunned for a moment, thinking of Mo Weizhe's self-important attitude, he felt very strange, "He still has this ability? What kind of stories did he write?"

Jiudieyun didn't want to say more, but simply explained it in a general way, "It's just some clichés, sidelines and pornographic songs. A vulgar book like gifted scholars and beautiful ladies." Then he squatted down in front of the table, rubbed his wine glass and turned his head to take a look. At the door, he said, "Are you here today to look for that person?"

"Don't touch it if you can't drink it." Chunjing rescued the wine glass from him, turned to look at the box at hand, "I was entrusted by someone to deliver something."

Jiudieyun smiled lightly, and said, "Xiao Zhe lost track of the time when he chatted with that scholar. You probably won't see him tonight. Would you like to come to our library?"

Upstairs, Mo Weizhe stood on the suspension bridge on the fifth floor, with his hands behind his back, looking at Chunjing below, and slightly frowned, "Are you looking for me?"

"That's right." Chunjing looked up at him, and the corners of her lips curled up. This person's favor is not sure!

He picked up the box and jumped lightly, and his body lightly landed beside Mo Weizhe. He patted the box and said with a smile, "I'm here to give a gift."