Dressed as an actor in the Qing Dynasty

In the next few days, it rained for a few more days, but the arrogance of that day was gone, and it seemed tender and tender.

On the morning of the fifth day, the clouds and rain finally cleared up, and the eyes were clear.

The sky is blue, so clean that you can't see any variegated colors, even the clouds are as thin as smoke, silky and lingering.

The hutongs with white walls and blue tiles are winding and deep, and there are shallow small water beaches everywhere on the bluestone slabs that have been washed by a night of rain.

After the rain, the scorching sun is like water, which conceals the heat of the past.

The clouds are light and the wind is clear, such a pleasant autumn-like weather is really rare in the hot summer.

There is a small window in the carved beam wing room, and the cool breeze blows outside the window. If you don't take a nap with your clothes on in such a scene, it's really unbelievable to be so comfortable. If it was in the past, Su Qingchi would definitely lean on the bamboo couch for a while Lai, but today, he got up very early.

After gargling with green salt and washing up briefly, Su Qingchi rolled up his sleeves and started to work.

When Su Baoer came in yawning, Su Qingchi was sitting on a round pier, and a sauce-colored jar was placed on the carved round platform in front of him.

"Brother, why..." Before finishing speaking, he yawned again, "You woke up so early."

Su Qingchi ignored him, and was busy working in the jar with a slender bamboo stick.

"Huh? What's so fragrant." Su Baoer rubbed his eyes and moved his nose.

Su Qingchi smiled, picked out some round object, put two fingers into Su Baoer's mouth, "Try it."

There is a burst of fragrance in the mouth, sweet and sour, very crisp and delicious.

Su Baoer regained his energy all of a sudden, "It's delicious, brother, what did you give me just now? It's so sweet."

Su Qingchi was obviously very satisfied, picked out a bamboo stick, and gave him another one.

Su Baoer took it, only then did she see clearly that it was actually a pickled green plum.

The green plum has been pitted, and there is a thin layer of light green peel. It seems that the light yellow flesh under the peel can be clearly seen. From a distance, it looks like emerald green glazed beads, and its appearance is extremely gratifying.

Su Baoer had just tasted the taste of this pickled green plum. It was sweet, crispy and sour. It was really craving.

Su Baoer wanted more, but Su Qingchi refused, "In two days, it's not time yet."

Saying that, he sealed the jar again and put it in a cool place beside the bed.

Feeling sorry, Su Baoer sucked the remaining taste in his mouth with his tongue, and smacked his mouth twice.

"Brother, when did you do it, why don't I know?"

The green plums were delicious, but because they hadn't been pickled enough, Su Qingchi felt his throat astringent just after tasting a few. It's been a while."

Seeing that there was another jar over there, Su Baoer asked, "Brother, what's in that jar?"

"Drunk bayberry has been sealed for about two months now. Since there is wine, the taste will naturally get better as long as possible. In winter, it is best to drink a cup or two to drive away the cold and warm your body."

Su Bao'er heard it with gusto, and felt itchy.

The corners of Su Qingchi's eyes slanted, "The plum shochu wine smells fragrant, but the taste of the wine is extremely strong. I'm afraid that if you take a sip, you will fall to the ground."

Su Baoer pursed her lips, unwilling to do so, she muttered a few words before stopping.

"Are you here for something?" Su Qingchi said, and Su Baoer remembered the reason why he came, "I almost forgot, brother, Master Shang's clothes are already dry, do you have to send them to him?"

"What do you send it to? When he comes over in the future, you can give it to him."

"No, bro, aren't you going to sing at Mr. Fan's residence today? I think you'll be on your way anyway."

Su Qingchi nodded, "Alright, then take it."

After pondering for a moment, Su Qingchi said again, "Go and find me a small box, it's best that it can hold a plate."

"Brother, what do you want that for?"

Su Qingchi glanced at him, "What do you care about these things? Just find them for me."

The Lord Fan mentioned by Su Baoer was Lord Fan Shiji who was the left servant of the household department at that time. His grandfather was Fan Wencheng, a famous official in the early Qing Dynasty.

Fan Wencheng is the No.17 grandson of Fan Zhongyan, a famous prime minister in the Northern Song Dynasty. He experienced four dynasties of Nurhachi, Huang Taiji, Shunzhi, and Kangxi in his life. He was an official for more than 40 years. Also the prince and grand teacher, he was the founding father of the Qing Dynasty.

Mr. Fan is old and doesn't like to make noise, so the meeting didn't take long and ended early.

The carriage was bouncing all the way, and Su Baoer got impatient for a long time, so she found some free time and slipped down to wander around.

Su Qingchi sent the accompanying actors and servants back earlier, and went to the Shangfu by himself.

Su Qingchi had been to this business mansion before, so naturally he knew the way. After walking for about a stick of incense, he saw the vermilion lacquered door and the two stone lions in front of the door.

The beast face door cymbal is majestic and powerful.

Su Qingchi raised the handle and tapped it twice, and someone opened the door after a while, it was the housekeeper of the Shangfu.

The butler looked Su Qingchi up and down, recognized him immediately, and then smiled, "So it's Boss Su, what's the matter?"

Su Qingchi handed Shang Chengde's clothes to the steward, "This is what your young master left in Chunqin Garden, please trouble the steward to replace it..."

Before he could finish speaking, the clothes in the housekeeper's hand had already been picked up.

"Why are my elder brother's clothes in your place?"

Su Qingchi felt that the voice was unfamiliar, so he turned around involuntarily.

The person who came was a handsome young man, wearing a moon white solid gauze jacket, and a silver and white brocade silk mandarin jacket trimmed with gold thread.

A pair of slender phoenix eyes smiling, handsome nose bridge, thin lips, such a handsome and suave young man.

If it is someone else, I am afraid that I have softened my body and lost my soul under the "affectionate" gaze of this person.

It's a pity that when Su Qingchi saw him, he frowned indistinctly.

This person is no one else, it is the man in brocade who flirted with him with a gold silk fan handle across the sedan chair that day.

"Su has something else to do, so let's leave now." Su Qingchi turned around and left.

"Hey~" Shang Chengjun opened his arms and stood in front of Su Qingchi.

Su Qingchi walked so fast that he almost ran into his arms. He was so angry that he couldn't help but speak coldly, "I don't know what else is the third young master?"

The "good reputation" of the third young merchant has long been spread throughout the capital, and this person in front of him calls Shang Chengde the eldest brother, but who is the third young merchant?

In Shang Chengjun's hands, the golden sandalwood was spread out in a swish, the hollowed out side bones shook gently, and the nose was filled with a strange fragrance.

Su Qingchi turned his head away, just after smelling it a couple of times, he felt weak and his breath was disordered, it might be bad if he stayed any longer, he glared at Shang Chengjun, he never thought that this person would be so lewd and bold.

The smile on the corner of Shang Chengjun's mouth became even wider, and he suddenly reached out to wrap his arms around Su Qingchi's waist, and squeezed, "Boss Su's face is blushing, maybe he's hot? Why don't you go to the mansion to rest for a while, Boss Su is so reserved?" A noble person, Shang will definitely serve you carefully."

"Don't worry about the third young master."

Su Qingchi avoided the opponent's unruly hands, his face turned cold, "Farewell."

How could Shang Chengjun allow beauty to slip by his mouth, and immediately opened his arms to block Su Qingchi's way, "Hey, don't rush away."

"It's better for the third young master to get out of the way."

"What if I don't let it?"

"Then don't blame Su for being rude."

"I'd like to see how boss Su behaves rudely?" While speaking, he kept using the sandalwood fan to lighten Su Qingchi.

The way the two of them behaved seemed to outsiders to be flirting in public.

"Third brother."

The two of them didn't realize that a man and a horse appeared beside him. The man was wearing a red-colored Ning silk robe, a stone-green mandarin jacket, and a pair of buckskin boots under his feet. The four hooves are exposed white, it is actually a bloody horse.

"Second brother." Shang Chengjun put away the folding fan.

The person who came was the second young master of the merchant, Shang Chengen.

Su Qingchi only felt that the other party's eyes were slanted, and there was alienation in the indifference.

"The sky is bright and the sun is bright, what kind of arrogance is this?"

Shang Chengjun smiled, bowed his head and said, "Second brother taught me a lesson."

Shang Chengjun acted respectfully, but the banter on his face remained unchanged, his slender eyes were still smiling, wrapping around Su Qingchi like snake letters.

However, Su Qingchi had already heard that what Shang Chengen said just now was to him.

For a while, the good impression at first sight immediately disappeared, leaving nothing behind.

Shang Chengen handed the horse over to Mo Jiu, turned to Shang Chengjun and said, "It's grown so big, it's time to calm down, sleep in willow dorms all day long, and take care of all kinds of diseases."

When Shang Chengen said this, he glanced at Su Qingchi lightly, the meaning in the words was self-evident.

"Yes." Shang Chengjun nodded in response, and glanced at Su Qingchi even more unscrupulously.

Su Qingchi only felt that he was in the ice cellar, and sneered, "Su has learned the lesson of the family style and family education in the Shang family, so I will leave."

After all, he cupped his fists and strode away.

Shang Chengjun was unwilling, but because Shang Chengen was present, he couldn't go too far, so he could only follow Shang Chengen into the mansion.

Shang Chengen went into the room to change clothes, Shang Chengjun also went back to his room, and just sat down, the servant Baiming stepped forward and said cautiously, "Master, Master Qiu is here and is waiting for you in the flower hall."

Shang Chengjun waved his hand impatiently, "Just say I'm not here."

Bai Ming was about to step back when Shang Chengjun called him to stop, pointing to the clothes on the table, "When you see brother, give him the clothes."

"Yes." Baiming held the clothes and stepped back.

Shang Chengjun sat alone at the table, his slender eyes were slightly lost, apparently reminiscing about what happened at the door just now.

When Shang Chengde returned to the mansion, he learned that Su Qingchi had only left not long ago, so he quickly turned back. Sure enough, he didn't chase very far, and saw Su Qingchi's figure.

Previously, because of Shang Chengjun's frivolity, Su Qingchi's heart was full of fire, and some cold wind blew along the way, and the heat on his body was finally dissipated. Just as he was exhaling, he heard footsteps behind him, "Qingchi."

It was Shang Chengde who heard the voice.

Su Qingchi snorted, finally had a place to vent his anger, and shook off Shang Chengde's hand, "What are you doing here?"

Shang Chengde was taken aback, then smiled, "What's wrong with Qingchi?"

Su Qingchi ignored him and walked away quickly.

Naturally, Shang Chengde would not leave him alone because of Su Qingchi's indifference, so he chased after him and walked side by side with Su Qingchi.

Seeing Shang Chengde catching up again, Su Qingchi snorted and ignored him.

Shang Chengde carefully observed Su Qingchi's expression, thinking about how to please him, he caught a glimpse of the small wooden box in Su Qingchi's hand, and said with a smile, "Qingchi's box is really exquisite."

Unexpectedly, Su Qingchi stopped suddenly.

Shang Chengde glanced at his expression, not knowing what he said was wrong, but he saw the other party suddenly smash the box on the ground.

"These things will be fed to the dogs in the future, and I will never give them to people surnamed Shang to ask for shame. Master Shang, I advise you not to get too close to me, lest you also get stained with flowers and willows."

Su Qingchi spoke these words in such a strong tone that Shang Chengde turned pale instantly, and immediately knew that Su Qingchi had been wronged in the Shang residence.

He glanced at the box on the ground, the box was indeed exquisite, but it was broken into several pieces at this time, and the small saucers with algae patterns in the box were also broken into pieces, and the few crisp plums were also scattered on the ground, sticking to it. A layer of fine soil was formed.

Shang Chengde walked over, silently picked up the few plums, stood up, with a warm smile on his face, "Qingchi, are these for me?"

"Who told you, what are you?"

Su Qingchi has always spoken without mercy, and when he spoke, he gave him a hard look.

Shang Chengde stopped talking, and there was no expression on his face. Su Qingchi just thought he was annoyed, and threw up his sleeves to leave.

Unexpectedly, Shang Chengde went to the old woman selling tofu by the roadside to ask for a bowl of water, washed the green plums in his hand, picked up one and stuffed it into his mouth, then chewed and tasted it carefully, "It tastes good, did you pickle it yourself?"

When Su Qingchi turned around, he saw a smile on Shang Chengde's face, and there was no trace of anger.

"you……"

Su Qingchi stepped forward in two steps, about to knock those plums away.

Shang Chengde turned around to protect Meizi, "Hey, hey, since these are for me, they are mine. If you dare to snatch them, I will fight with you."

For a moment, Su Qingchi had a weird expression on his face.

Shang Chengde came over and bumped him lightly, his behavior was rogue, "Laugh if you want, how can you get sick if you hold back like this?"

Su Qingchi only stared at him, then turned around and left him to leave.

Shang Chengde could see clearly from behind, and Su Qingchi's shoulders were obviously shaking non-stop.

It seemed that nothing happened, so Shang Chengde smiled.

He collected the plums carefully and hurriedly chased after them.