Dressed as an actor in the Qing Dynasty

At this time, when it is warm and cold, although it is not as cold as the twelfth lunar month, there is also a hint of coolness.

Hua Jingzhao wore a sea otter fur cap, black in color and thin in texture, with a red gauze lining and azurite gold woven edges. This sea otter fur was expensive, and common people with ordinary hair couldn't afford it, so they only dyed it with weasel skin. Hei replaces it.

The silver-white gown was covered with a pair of sable fur trimmed with gold thread. The leader, lapel, and sides were all decorated with sable fur, and a lake green belt was tied around the waist, pinched and embroidered. Very particular.

Speaking of the mandarin jacket, sky blue was popular in the early Qing Dynasty, rose purple was popular in the Qianlong period, and after Jiaqing, it was still mixed with gold and light gray.

Su Qingchi is not here now, so Hua Jingzhao has lost a lot of fun. On weekdays, apart from directing the little actors in the building to sing, occasionally go to the residences of some dignitaries and wealthy businessmen to sing a couple of halls, so he likes to order a pot in this teahouse. Tea, drink tea for leisure.

As for the good tea, it is naturally not as good as the one in Su Qingchi's room. Su Qingchi is the most particular person, and he has to wait for the first-class fragrant tea when he is thirsty. If there is a little delay, his complexion will be ugly for a while.

Even though the servants in the building are clever, they can't take care of them well, so Hua Jingzhao has always been responsible for making tea, ordering tea and sencha.

After only taking a sip of tea, he couldn't help laughing when he thought of the picky appearance of that person.

It is not always true that Su Qingchi pays attention to precision in everything. People in the building can often see him wearing clothes and shoes, or playing with birds in front of the door with bare feet.To say that he is the most temperamental is the truth. If you like it, you can do whatever you want. If you don't like it, he will still act as if it has nothing to do with him.

It's really hard to get rid of.

"Who has Qiu Zhongwen been in contact with recently?"

While drinking tea, I suddenly heard a familiar voice coming from the stairs over there, accompanied by footsteps, as if it was really coming this way.

Hua Jingzhao turned his head and saw two people coming up the stairs, a young man in brocade embroidered gown and silver trimmed mandarin jacket, followed by a handsome young man, the two were talking with their heads down, as if they didn't pay attention to this side.

"There is no one else, but there are only a few young masters who have made good friends with him. By the way, there is also a young master named Jiang."

"En." Shang Chengjun nodded, walked towards the private room, raised his head for a casual glance, and suddenly paused.

"Grandpa?"

The servant followed his line of sight to look over there, and saw a handsome man sitting by the window, who was looking at this side with a smile on his face.

Shang Chengjun gritted his teeth secretly, with a gloomy face, "Let's go."

"Third Young Master, are you safe?"

Shang Chengjun gave that place a hard look, then flung his sleeves and entered the private room with the servant.

Hua Jingzhao held the tea, touched the rim of the cup lightly with his lips, and smiled lightly.

This seems to be complaining but also sad...

But why?

"What have my elder and second brothers been up to lately?"

"The eldest young master is locked in the room every day, and no outsiders are allowed to disturb him. I heard Lu Qing said that he was accounting for all kinds of money in and out of the mansion. house."

"?"

"This Chen Sangui was originally introduced by an old friend of the master. There is no poor relative in any rich family. I don't know what kind of relative this Chen Sangui is. Seeing that he looks honest, the master let him be the accountant. People usually have no other problems, but they are more gamblers. This time, they probably owed debts outside, and they were forced to tamper with the accounts. The accounts in our house have always been checked once a year. Now It was just the beginning of the year, and at the end of the year, there were so many accounts coming in and out, and there was nothing to be found out for a while, but the old young master suddenly turned over the accounts, which revealed the truth."

Shang Chengjun nodded, "Brother has always been prudent, and the whole family will inevitably make him worry."

"Second young master has been going in and out of the mansion frequently these days. It seems that he is preparing for something. He will probably go on a long trip soon."

"En." Shang Chengjun was absent-minded.

Seeing that he was a little distracted, the boy didn't say much, just the waiter in the shop brought the tea, and he took it and poured a cup for Shang Chengjun.

"Father, drink tea."

Shang Chengjun took the teacup and lowered his head to take a sip. Feeling the unique taste, he couldn't help but look down.

The tooth-white powder-glazed white porcelain tea bowl makes the tea soup inside look like rouge. If the color is more, it will be thicker, and if it is less, it will be lighter. It is just the right delicate color. The tea has a light fragrance and a strong taste. Taking a sip, "This tea is different from the past."

The waiter immediately smiled and said, "This tea is called Qi Hong, it's not the tea from the small shop, and it's the first time I've seen the small one."

"?" Shang Chengjun felt that the smell was very familiar.

The waiter in the shop pointed to the outside of the private room, "The boss Hua asked me to bring it to me, saying that this tea is my favorite."

Shang Chengjun paused slightly, as if thinking of something, his face twisted.

"Grandpa?"

Putting the tea bowl on the table, Shang Chengjun snorted coldly, "Take it and pour it."

The boy and the shop boy looked at each other, feeling puzzled.

This young fellow knew that this master was difficult to serve, so he became more careful.

Shang Chengjun was sitting in front of the round table, tapping his fingers on the surface, his face was cloudy and cloudy, his face was red and white, colorful, as if he had opened a dyeing workshop.

The boy waited for a long time, but he didn't see his order, so he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, took a peek at Shang Chengjun, and became suspicious: Could it be that the master has been moved?How to sometimes be shy and shy, and sometimes gnash your teeth?

"What are you doing?" Shang Chengjun suddenly raised his head, still indifferent.

The boy shook his head hastily, he must have thought too much just now, this third young master has always been hard-hearted and cold-hearted, when has he ever looked at someone differently?

Shang Chengjun snorted, shook his robe and stood up, "Let's go."

"Hey." The servant followed immediately.

When the two walked out of the private room, Shang Chengjun's footsteps paused, and the servant raised his head and glanced at him secretly. He saw his gaze drifting towards the window, with an imperceptible look in his eyes, which seemed to be pity, but turned As a lingering lingering hatred, it is really confusing.

The boy looked at the window, but there was no one there. After thinking about it carefully, no, there was indeed someone sitting there just now.

The master and servant left the teahouse, and because Shang Chengjun didn't tell where he was going, the servant followed behind him.

After walking for about a stick of incense, the boy realized that something was wrong, they had just passed by here, and he took another look at his young master, who was contemplating with his arms folded, his brows were tightly frowned, he was very preoccupied, so he repeated the words that came to his mouth swallowed.

As Shang Chengjun was walking, he suddenly stopped, his footsteps stopped suddenly, and the servant behind him almost bumped into him.

Shang Chengjun's face was hot, and then turned into a black ball, and he broke a bone of the sandalwood folding fan in his hand violently.

It's not for anything else, it's just because he thought of Hua Jingzhao's lingering state of being with him on the bed, he was so ashamed and angry for a moment, wishing he could cut that person into pieces right now.

Everything is only to blame for that cup of Qi Hong.

That day when Shang Chengjun was trapped in the West Temple Building as an ugly slave, Hua Jingzhao once fed him a sip of black tea with his lips and tongue, but at that time, Hua Jingzhao put medicine in the tea, and just entangled with his lips and teeth, he was burning with desire.

That night, Hua Jingzhao drank too much wine and smelled strongly of alcohol.He was tied to the bed with big characters, raped by Hua Jingzhao overnight, the taste and aroma of the tea was exactly the same as the bowl from the teahouse just now, how could he not be disturbed.

Hua Jingzhao's object was already majestic, and it was extremely difficult to enter half of it on weekdays, but because of the medicinal tea aphrodisiac, he did not feel the slightest pain, only felt the overwhelming pleasure rushing in, and finally forced him to break open. The ankle cloth wrapped around Hua Jingzhao's waist actively, biting and colliding with him, it was crazy all night.

However, the name that the person shouted all night was

——Dump the pool.