Madame is as charming as a flower

Chapter 320 Hongmen Banquet. 2
"Ah."

Hiroshi Fujiwara nodded, with a calm and alienated attitude, and began to wipe the sandalwood tea set that had been placed, and asked inadvertently, "The Second Young Marshal of the Duan family has returned to China, have you seen him?"

"Not yet." Gu Qingmiao shook his head: "This Second Young Marshal Duan has been keeping a low profile since he returned to Jiangling. Except for that time when he stood up for Fu Yuejun, he rarely showed up."

She tentatively asked: "I heard that Duan Siyan came back from absconding this time?"

Hiroshi Fujiwara's hands never stopped, and his cool and gentle voice came slowly: "According to the headquarters' plan, Duan Siyan should be the one who came back."

"But halfway through, Jin Tingxiao and Li Daitao froze."

"The headquarters thought it was Jin Tingxiao who stayed in Fusang, but later learned that it was Duan Siyan. For the sake of the great cause, Duan Siyan had to be released."

As early as in Fusang, they knew that Duan Siyan had been hunted down many times.

It was also for this reason that the headquarters was willing to let him come back.

"I see."

Gu Qingmiao understood that Duan Siyan was so low-key because he didn't want to confront Jin Tingxiao so soon.

Neither of these two people is easy to mess with.

Hiroshi Fujiwara stopped talking.

Although the man holds a wooden warehouse and a knife all year round, his fingers are slender and beautiful.

Gu Qingmiao quietly watched him making tea.

Use a bamboo spoon to scoop out three teaspoons of finely ground tea leaves from the tea pot, put them into a tea bowl, then use a handle ladle to scoop water from the pot and pour it into the tea bowl, and finally use a bamboo whisk to stir the tea powder and hot water elegantly.

A bowl of tea is ready.

However, this cup of tea is not drinkable.

Hiroshi Fujiwara quickly poured out the tea, and only started pouring the second cup.

"Please!"

Hiroshi Fujiwara held the cup in his left palm, and held the edge of the cup with five fingers in his right hand. He raised the teacup and brought it to Gu Qingmiao.

After receiving the tea bowl, Gu Qingmiao turned the tea bowl slightly, sniffed the lingering fragrance in the tea bowl, took a sip, and then slowly put down the tea bowl.

She said rather disappointedly: "It's been a long time since I drank the tea made by Senior Brother."

When I was in Fusang in those years, a group of brothers and sisters always knelt on the mat and started to make tea to see who had the best tea ceremony skills.

The most prominent one is Hiroshi Fujiwara.

And then there was her.

She loves to watch Hiroshi Fujiwara quietly when he is making tea. The light is dim, and the man's outline is much softer. She also feels happy when she looks at him.

Hiroshi Fujiwara is not a legitimate son, so he has to put in twice as much effort as ordinary people.

Later, hard work paid off.

He finally won everyone's respect.

Then, let the people of the Fujiwara family regard him as the master.

She has seen all his hard work.

She loves him dearly, but she also knows that only when you become truly strong, they will not despise you.

"Come more when you have time."

Hiroshi Fujiwara lowered his eyes, always cherishing words like gold.

But even though there were only four short words, Gu Qingmiao regarded them as treasures.

She has been diligent and diligent by his side for so many years, and she has put her heart and soul into everything about him, but she has never seen such a difference in his eyes.

That difference is the emotional fluctuation.

Perhaps in the eyes of Hiroshi Fujiwara, she is just working harder than other seniors.

He is very kind to those who work hard.

No matter how difficult it was in his eyes, it caused even the slightest disturbance.

Even if it is a little bit different, she is very happy.

At this time, the waiter outside opened the door, Jing Dao-kun and others faced Fujiwara Hiroshi, and respectfully saluted: "I have seen you, General!"

When I arrived at Gu Qingmiao's place, I felt a little embarrassed.

Who knew that the relationship between her and Hiroshi Fujiwara was so close.

(End of this chapter)