The March day was still a little chilly, but Saturday Lang raised his hand and fanned himself in front of him, as if to dispel the heat from his body.

"You mean, you don't know yet?" he asked.

The girls who were waiting in the corridor and Qin Langjun's personal servant all moved away and stood far away.

The two of them were still sitting on the left and right sides of the corridor.

"If I had known, I, I...this thing would never have happened at all." Qin Langjun said with a bitter smile, "My mother, I really can't do anything with her."

I didn't know before that I would boil the strange prescriptions I asked for into ashes of water, find various excuses to give him soup to coax him to drink, or secretly place house-building items in his house that I didn't know where to get.

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Of course, these are things that his mother would do before he was ten years old, and she would also fight with him when doing these things.

After the age of ten, either because he knew that his son was too old to be fooled, or because he had given up on not being fooled anymore, these strange things disappeared.

But he didn't expect that after so many years of silence, his mother would suddenly show up to him again.

During the argument that day, Cheng Jiaoniang promised that she could cure her leg problem. Qin Langjun knew that he couldn't hide it from his mother, and he had no intention of hiding it. He just waited for his mother to ask him questions in a roundabout way like before, or to ask Cheng Jiaoniang in a roundabout way.

At that time, I talked to my mother again, but I didn't expect that my mother would be so straightforward this time. She didn't even ask or investigate, but just let someone into the house.

In my mother's eyes, bringing this person back and putting it in her house would be more useful than the previous stone statues.

"I was negligent. I thought my mother had finally let go of her obsession after all these years, but I didn't expect..." He shook his head and smiled.

So that's it. Zhou Lang breathed a sigh of relief, but then he was stunned again. Why should he breathe a sigh of relief?

"Who can let go of this kind of thing?" He said in a low voice, while gritting his teeth, "This Jiangzhou fool!"

Qin Langjun smiled.

"I won't delay you anymore. I have to resolve this matter quickly, otherwise I won't be able to talk to you anymore." He said, standing up and then stopping, "I should explain it to Mrs. Cheng first. You go

Let me know."

After he finished speaking, he saw that Liu Lang's expression became strange again.

"She no longer lives at home." Zhou Lang said.

"Are you angry because of this?" Qin Langjun asked in surprise, "Ms. Cheng, doesn't she look like the kind of person who gets angry easily?"

Liu Lang didn't speak, his head lowered and his expression gloomy.

Qin Langjun's eyes turned to his face.

"Rokuro, you just said that I didn't have to do this. You just have to do this. Have you already done it?" He asked.

Zhou Lang's face turned red instantly.

"Yes, that's right." He said in a low voice with a bit of embarrassment about being exposed, "She moving out has nothing to do with you."

Qin Langjun couldn't help laughing when he looked at him.

"You guy, you actually thought of committing yourself to me. How did you think of it?" He smiled and sat down again. "Could it be that you have already fallen in love with her?"

This sentence was like stepping on Liu Lang's tail, and the boy jumped up.

"I didn't, I didn't, I did it for you. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't pay attention to her!" He shouted with a red face and round eyes.

Qin Langjun looked at him with a smile.

"No, it's best." He said suddenly, his smile faded, with a bit of solemnity, or maybe a bit of pity.

"No, it's best."

He repeated it again.

Before reaching Taiping Residence, the maid could not help but lift the curtain and let out a sigh.

"Why are there so many people?" she said.

Cheng Jiaoniang looked through the curtain and saw a dozen or so people gathered in front of a restaurant not far away, making noisy noises.

"Is everything going to be okay?" the maid turned around nervously and said.

"No." Cheng Jiaoniang said.

At this time, their carriages and horses had turned around, and they could clearly see the crowd in front of the door. Most of them were men in blue clothes and cloth shirts, ranging in age, but without exception, they exuded an elegant atmosphere, and many of them even had pens and papers in their hands.

Besides...

"Brothers haven't come out yet," Cheng Jiaoniang said.

If someone really makes trouble, Xu Maoxiu and others will definitely guard the door, but at this time, not even the old shopkeeper showed up in front of the door.

The carriage approached, the maid helped Cheng Jiaoniang out of the carriage, and the people in front of the door also looked over.

"Make way, don't block other people's business." Someone shouted.

They were really not causing trouble. The maid helped Cheng Jiaoniang and walked straight over, looking at these people curiously.

The store was empty, and the old shopkeeper was fiddling with his calculations behind the counter.

"What do you do outside?" the maid asked curiously.

"My lady is here." The old shopkeeper greeted her with a smile, and then looked outside with a strange look on her face, "I'm here to read the calligraphy."

Reading words?

The maid looked back and looked outside, suddenly enlightened.

She had even forgotten that Chen Shiba Niang had said that those words written in "Qi Ting Temple" are now famous all over Kyoto.

The plaque on this door was written by the lady herself, so it was not easy to recognize.

Someone comes in outside the door.

"Shopkeeper, can you put the food outside?" the two men asked.

Put it outside?

The old shopkeeper laughed.

"Okay, okay." He said, shouting to the back, "Come a few people and set the table."

Walking outward.

"I'll see how to arrange it appropriately."

Hearing that he agreed, the crowd outside became even more lively.

"Shopkeeper, it's a pity that your plaque is hanging outside."

"Yes, yes, it's windy and rainy, how can I bear this!"

"Should be hung indoors!"

Everyone was shouting, but the old shopkeeper just laughed and directed Xu Maoxiu and other seven people who came over to move the table and lay out the cushions.

A dozen scholars were sitting on the ground in the open air outside, laughing and making a lot of noise, attracting curious glances from people passing by on the official road.

It was not enough for the fourth child to order food by himself. Except for the horse watcher, several brothers were busy.

"Madam, this word has become a sign." The maid smiled and looked away.

"I've never heard of restaurants using Chinese characters on their signboards." Cheng Jiaoniang shook her head and said.

The maid sat down next to her with a smile. There were only two of them in the hall, so there was no need to avoid going to the second floor.

"These scholars actually want to eat outside. It's a pity that the weather is warm. How can they eat it if they are left in the snow in winter?" Xu Bangchui came in and said.

"That's better. Sitting around in the snow, drinking wine and appreciating Chinese calligraphy, and then having a pot of water to make offerings. That's the most beautiful thing in the world." Cheng Jiaoniang said.

"What is the Buxia Gong?" Xu Bangchui asked.

"It's just a passing god." The maid snorted.

"Passing through fairy?"

Someone interjected.

The maid turned around and saw several scholars who couldn't wait and simply came in to move the table cushions.

"Do you also know about the passing deities?" they asked, beaming with joy, "The passing deities in this fairy house are really delicious. I wish I could eat them every day, but it's a pity that I don't have enough money."

The maid snorted.

"Who knows how to make delicious food?" she muttered.

"Who doesn't know how to do it?" Someone listened carefully and looked at the old shopkeeper, "Can you order some passing fairy here?"

The old shopkeeper looked at Cheng Jiaoniang, who shook her head slightly at him.

"No." He smiled and shook his head.

The scholars laughed and didn't take it seriously.

"Let's just say, the characteristics of Shenxianju and the delicacies given by the gods can be found in everyone everywhere." They joked and carried the table and cushions out.

The hall became quiet again, but the maid sat angrily.

"Madam," she said, "It's too bullying to be like this. It's obviously yours, but they shamelessly took it for themselves, and it was only after you made it clear, otherwise they should have asked for their money at that time.
To be continued...