Crazy Concubine is very sturdy

Chapter 364 Prince, come quickly (1)
Leng Xia just stood at the door empty-handed.

The servant at the door was used to seeing rich people with a lot of money. He was about to stop her when he saw that she was dressed in plain clothes, but hesitated and stopped.

Look at how calm this girl is, she is dressed so shabby and dares to stand at the door swaggeringly, she is either a two hundred and five, or a real person who doesn't show her face!

The boy automatically and consciously discarded the two hundred and five, firmly believing that this girl is a low-key rich man!
"Miss looks at you, think it's the first time you come to our ancient ink studio?" The young man licked his face and moved closer, smiling like a chrysanthemum: "I don't know if you know the rules of our ancient ink studio?"

Leng Xia raised her eyebrows, expressing that she didn't know.

The servant rubbed his hands, "hehe" smiled and said: "That's right, our guests here are all dignitaries. In order not to affect other guests, let the distinguished guests think that they have lowered their standards, so you have to..."

He blinked at Leng Xia, and rubbed his five fingers into claws back and forth, you understand, right?
Leng Xia did understand, to put it bluntly, she wanted her to show off her financial resources and throw out a few stacks of banknotes for them to see, but she raised her baby in the Third Prince's Mansion, and she didn't go out for a month, so she came here today On a temporary basis, I really didn't bring any money.

Leng Xia spread her hands, saying that she has no money.

The servant was stunned for a moment, and immediately put away his smile. He looked her up, down, left, and right, and saw that she looked like a dog and looked like a flower, but she was really a two hundred and five!
With a stern face, he said with disgust like chasing flies: "No money? How dare you come to our ancient ink studio if you don't have money? Walk around... oh!"

Before he could finish the words of chasing people, it immediately turned into a voice of pain, and his face turned into a chrysanthemum again, but this time it was not a smile, but a pain!
The boy wrinkled his face, and the arm that was waving to drive away was still held in Leng Xia's hands. He couldn't pull out his seemingly light two fingers, and with a bitter face, he repeatedly begged for mercy: "Woman! Forgive me!"

Leng Xia let go of his hand, and asked with a smile: "My two hundred and five, can I go in?"

The little servant was startled, swallowed his saliva, and nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

Leng Xia strode inward, caught a glimpse of his puzzled face, and said slowly: "Next time you want to swear, remember to close your eyes and write everything down."

The boy closed his eyes abruptly after being instructed.

Leng Xia rolled her eyes, she didn't care what he was cursing in her heart, after all, these are all from Zhong Yin, Zhong Yin is from Zhan Beilie, Zhan Beilie...

It's her!

Well, in an equal exchange, this boy is also one of her own, and she has always been tolerant towards her own people.

As soon as Fang walked into the ancient ink studio, a strong scholarly atmosphere rushed over his face, of course, at the same time, there was also a naked stench of copper.

The taste in the room is excellent, the inner hall is spacious and bright, with long carved windows on three sides, several pots of orchids are placed in one corner, and there are simple moon white satin screens in the middle, forming a fan-shaped enclosure. radian, and those expensive calligraphy and paintings that have been fired at sky-high prices are hung on it, so expensive...

Even she couldn't help but click her tongue at the clear price tag above the calligraphy and painting.

Leng Xia was walking casually in the hall, through a small door on the side, she saw a girl in the backyard boiling water for tea, the girl didn't know how she got in, and trotted to serve her a cup of tea.

The green leaf buds floated up and down in the water, emitting a delicate fragrance. She took a sip and nodded in praise: "Girl is a good crafter."

The woman smiled shyly and stepped back.

Leng Xia strode to the quaint carved chair by the wall, sat down, and began to drink tea.

After a while, the woman came in to refill her tea, Leng Xia drinks tea...

After a stick of incense, the woman No. 11 refills tea for her, and Leng Xia is still drinking it...

Half an hour later, the woman poked her head suspiciously, Leng Xia had been drinking...

Half an hour later, the woman looked at her with vigilant eyes, and Leng Xia was still drinking...

An hour later, the woman looked at Leng Xia again, her eyes had turned into admiration, what kind of girl is this, shamelessly drinking our precious tea, one pot after another, the most rare thing is, ya actually... …

Don't go to the toilet!

After shaking her head, smacking her lips, and sighing with melancholy, the woman finally opened her eyes!

She ran to the backyard with a "thump, thud, thump" and came back a while later, standing at the door with a serious face, staring at her without blinking, for fear that she would run away.

The corner of Leng Xia's lips curled up, it was finally coming!

However, after waiting for another half an hour, there was a sound of gentle footsteps coming from the backyard...

The footsteps stopped at the door, and two sets of disgusted eyes fell on her. After a while, there was a bit of naked pain in the pretentiously chic tone, "Miss, the tea in our Gu Mo Studio, Still satisfied?"

"This tribute tea is not bad, but..." Leng Xia put down the cup of tea that she had drank a few pots and was about to vomit, curled her lips and turned her head, and said very dissatisfied: "I hope you can come out sooner."

"The girl really is a drunkard who doesn't want to drink!" The man in the crimson robe opened a fan in a flash, shaking it suavely, and there was a bit of charm in his voice unconsciously: "I know it already, don't you?" Which woman can escape..."

After seeing Leng Xia's face, he gulped down his triumphant words, the fan in his hand fell to the ground with a "clack", and pointed at her tremblingly with a pair of peach blossom eyes, "Wang Wang Wang Wang..."

Leng Xia smiled and reminded: "Princess."

The man choked, didn't catch his breath, coughed again and again, stared at Leng Xia with mournful peach eyes, and thumped his open chest to breathe.

As early as when Leng Xia was married, he checked her identity here because of Zhan Beilie's suspicion. Until now, the portrait is still locked in the drawer, so even though he has never seen her all this time, he still takes a look at her. I recognized it.

After a while, he took a deep breath, and his voice was still charming, with a little respect: "My subordinate Zhong Yin, I have seen the princess!"

He looked at Leng Xia, although he knew her appearance all along, this was the first time he saw her alive!

(End of this chapter)