Half-Tried Deity

Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Eight

Fang brocade

After Fang's sedan chair stopped outside the restaurant. ★

www. biquke. com★The bearer pressed down the sedan, and a little maid wearing an emerald green silk-embroidered satin short coat from the Fang family walked over to the sedan door and whispered, "Miss, we are here."

"Yeah." It just responded, but the voice was soft and waxy. Just listening to the voice made people feel that this Miss Fang family must be a beauty.

"This is Miss Fang's family?" In the hall, the diners whispered.

"Definitely, look at the girl next to her. She looks more prettier than Bonus House. Except for Miss Fang, who can have such a big hand." Another said with certainty.

Although what she said was a bit vulgar, it was true. Although the little girl was only sixteen or seventeen, her appearance was one of the best in the city of Fairview.

The little girl's ears moved, her small face wrinkled unhappy, and they could still hear their whispers after such a distance, and the handmaid's skill would not be weak.

Fang Zhijin walked out of the sedan chair, turned his head and glanced at the restaurant on the left, and then at a plaque hanging on the second floor of the restaurant. On it were written two Chinese characters—Huanju.

She came for these two words.

Fang Zhijin walked into the restaurant with lotus steps, and the big shopkeeper who had been standing behind the counter greeted him personally. He is a person who has seen the world and has worked as a shopkeeper in this city for many years. Number one, if the owner of Huanju hadn't spent a lot of money, he wouldn't have gone to work as a shopkeeper in a new restaurant that had been opened for less than a month.

"Miss Fang, don't come here unharmed."

"Wine shopkeeper, why are you here?" Fang Zhijin also knew this shopkeeper. Originally the shopkeeper was the big shopkeeper of the largest restaurant in Fairview City, but he was kicked out because he offended the owner, but he was very good at being a human being. Not only was he not suppressed after the son, but many people wanted to ask him.

"The boss appreciates me, so I'll just eat here." So the shopkeeper called haha, "Ms. Fang is going to eat, or is there anything else?" The wine shopkeeper is a human being, so he doesn't believe it. This small temple can accommodate a big Buddha like brocade below.

"I want to ask, who wrote the words on your restaurant plaque?"

"This..." The wine shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, unexpectedly Fang Brocade was here for this. "Don't hide it from the girl, I really don't know who wrote this plaque, but the boss sent it over."

"Oh? I don't know if the boss is there, can I see him?" Fang Zhijin's eyes lit up, and a hint of surprise flashed across her small face.

"This...the boss is here, but..." The wine shopkeeper glanced upstairs, the boss looked good-tempered. But last time, a little Er rushed in without knocking on the door and was thrown downstairs, almost breaking his leg. When the boss is eating, he is the most taboo to be disturbed. Even if he is the shopkeeper, he dare not bother casually. However, the wine shopkeeper still feels strange to this day. Why did Xiao Er only feel pain all over his body for a few days when he fell from the second floor, but he was not injured.

"It's okay, I can wait." Fang Zhijin doesn't have the temperament of an ordinary big family lady, but has a very gentle personality.

"Okay, please, Miss Fang upstairs, I will tell you if the boss comes out in a while." The wine shopkeeper took Fang Brocade to the upstairs room, and ordered a few plates of exquisite desserts, and kept that The maid waited on her in the room, and then retreated first.

Qi Huan and Mo Ye stayed in the private room for one afternoon, and Qi Huan was also a fairy. No matter how much they ate, they would not be able to survive until the meat on both tables was cleaned. Qi Huan pulled Mo Ye's white sleeves and wiped his mouth vigorously.

Mo Ye raised his eyebrows, unmoved by Qi Huan's provocative behavior.

As soon as Qi Huan saw that he was not smiling, he wanted to punch him. It was enough to have a meal for one or two hours, but after half of the meal, she also asked, "Don't you eat?" As a result, she was pressed on the coffee table beside her, and he gnawed away, and there was no scum left.

"Are you full? Do you want us to eat more?"

"Hmph, stop eating, I'm in a bad mood." Mo Ye gave Mo Ye a vicious look, Qi Huan patted the table and stood up, then sat down softly.

Excessive exercise and soft legs.

Mo Ye leaned to Qi Huan's side, with a smile at the corner of his mouth, and stretched one hand to the inside of Qi Huan's thigh, gently kneading it to relax Qi Huan's stiff muscles a bit.

"Why don't I hold you back?" Qi Huan didn't resist, and Mo Ye took her into his arms with every inch, holding Qi Huan's waist with one hand, and wandering around more and more recklessly with the other.

"Yeah..." Qi Huan leaned in Mo Ye's arms, squinted and snorted, but then she remembered that this is a human world, and it's still ancient. If he walked across a few streets and walked home, she There is no need to go out again. "No, let's leave now, we haven't eaten the small dinner yet."

Qi Huan then remembered that there was still an apprentice at home who hadn't fed him. She is a typical one who is full and the whole family is not hungry. Now that she can think of Qiao Qiao, it is pretty good.

"Don't worry, I'm ready to eat, Qiao Qiao can eat as long as I warm it up." Mo Ye felt that he was more like Qiao Qiao's master than Qi Huan. And the more he develops now, the more he looks like a full-time family husband. The only thing that makes him dissatisfied is that the two have not married yet.

Although in Mo Ye's eyes, getting married was just a process and meaningless, but now, he is very eager for this process. This is a promise, which means that the two of them will only belong to each other from now on.

"Oh, that's fine, let's go, go home." Seeing that the man's hand became more presumptuous, Qi Huan clamped it, preventing Mo Ye from continuing to explore the hand inside, and then pulled it out.

"Okay." Looking around, Mo Ye nodded in agreement. Although occasionally changing places is more interesting, it is too small and there is no bed. It's better at home.

If Qi Huan knew that this was what Mo Ye had in mind, I wonder if she would rush home so impatiently.

Mo Ye took Qi Huan's hand and just walked out of the private room door, and saw a ten-year-old woman with a very good appearance standing outside the private room with her hands hanging down, beside her was a maidservant with a slightly ugly expression.

"Something?" Mo Ye glanced at the two women who blocked his way, with a plain expression. Fang's brocade looks in the eyes of others, perhaps it can be called stunning, but in his eyes, it is no different from others.

Fang Zhijin might have rarely met the kind of man who was indifferent to her appearance. When Mo Ye asked such a question, he was surprised there did not know what to say.

"My lady wants you to do me a favor." Before Fang Brocade could speak. The girl behind her stood up. The tone was very tough, as if telling Mo Ye that he could help my lady, but it was a great blessing.

"Tweet." Fang Brocade called the maid next to her in discomfort, and the little girl stuck out her tongue and backed away. It's no wonder she was so angry. Their young lady came here at noon, but they waited until the sun went down and no one came out, and then they simply stood by the door. They have been standing here for more than two hours.

"Hello, my name is Fang Zhijin. I want to ask who is the inscription on the plaque outside your restaurant. I want him to write an embroidery pattern for me."

Qi Huan listened from behind, pouting her small mouth, and squeezed the soft flesh of Mo Ye's waist very badly. Doesn’t it just write a few words, there are people who come to ask for words! Humph, she can also write, although it's a bit ugly...

"I wrote the word. As for helping you, I'm sorry, I won't give someone an inscription." Mo Ye squeezed Qi Huan's dishonest little hand, turned to look at Qi Huan, and the message in his eyes made Qi Huan tremble. After a while, he hurriedly wanted to pull his hand, but Mo Ye held his hand firmly, and couldn't pull it back.

His words carry his own aura, and the words on the plaque are due to the fact that the grievance has almost dissipated because of exposure to the sun, and the restaurant is very popular, so it did not cause any trouble, and he also mentioned the word here. Feng Shui pattern.

But if it is hung up by ordinary people, it is very likely that this family will be completely cut off. You know, the breath of the ghost is enough to kill the people of this city.

"Please be sure to help. This matters to our Fang family...I..." Fang Zhijin only said halfway, and suddenly covered her small mouth, almost saying the wrong thing in front of outsiders.

"not my business."

Mo Ye's indifferent answer made Fang Zhijin's eye circles suddenly red, and the girl next to her turned red, as she was about to come up to find Mo Ye desperately.

"Let's go." Mo Ye embraced Qi Huan and went downstairs. When he walked past the counter, he glanced at the wine shopkeeper with no expression on his face, and then walked away.

Seeing Mo Ye's eyes, the wine shopkeeper fought a cold war without any reason. The boss seems very dissatisfied with him...

The wine shopkeeper sighed. He didn't know what his boss was, but even Miss Fang didn't sell it. Strangely speaking, he suddenly opened a restaurant in Fairview City, and no one came to find fault. Although some people spoke badly, the business of the restaurant was getting better and better.

It stands to reason that when he arrived at a new place, he neither worshiped the "mountain god" nor the "land". How did he sustain it?

"Why are you not busy with her writing, the little girl is so pitiful." When Qi Huan said this, her tone was obviously a little sour. Hey, seeing the appearance of Ms. Fang's pear blossom with rain, she couldn't help but want to go up to comfort her. Fortunately, the man didn't look at her a few more times, otherwise he would wash his eyes well when he went home at night.

"If I write, their family will die tomorrow morning."

"Oh, dare to love you because you are worried about her!" Qi Huan glared at Mo Ye, she was making trouble unreasonably, you bit me, bit me.

Qi Huan's tone made Mo Ye couldn't help laughing, "I only write for you."

"Huh." Although it was a bit sour, it was barely qualified. Qi Huan pulled Mo Ye forward slowly, and the hands of the two clasped together cast a long shadow under the rays of the setting sun.

"Miss, why have to look for him, can't we change people?" Xiao Cui could not help complaining as Miss Xiao Cui looked at the direction the man was leaving blankly.

Fang Zhijin sighed, "Only his words can satisfy that person, and time doesn't allow us to find others." Although their Fang family has a big family, she only understands now that its prosperity is bound to decline. .

She had forgotten that no matter how great their family was, it was only based on the brocade, and now there is a rumor that the royal family wants to wear the brocade of her family.

Just such a rumor spread to the ears of the present emperor. The emperor gave Fang a brocade for two months and asked her to present a pair of embroidered characters. If he can’t satisfy him, it means that the Fang family must have a name and insult the royal statement. Everyone in the family was punished with the crime of deceiving the king.

"Miss, what should we do now?"

"Send someone to inquire about his residence, and we will visit again the next day." She would never give up like that.

After that day, Qi Huan often saw Fang Brocade appearing at her door, but she did not enthusiastically invite guests in. She thought Fang Brocade would give up after visiting here a few times. As a result, she not only came every day, but also stayed. The time is getting longer and longer.

"Hey, you go and call her in?" Seeing that it was thunder and rain outside, the Fang brocade was still standing outside, Qi Huan couldn't help poking Mo Ye who was drinking tea.

The two of them were sitting in the flower pavilion in the front courtyard, and they could see the outside scene as soon as they raised their eyes. Of course, Qi Huan's seeing refers to the scene after her gaze penetrated through the two walls.

Although the rain outside the flower pavilion made bubbles on the ground, no drop of it splashed inside.

"What are you calling in, are you going to write her an inscription?" Mo Ye raised his eyebrows and looked at Qi Huan with a smile. Qi Huan's handwriting is also the best.

"There is always a way, she turns around here every day, so I don't dare to go out." The sad look in Fang Brocade's eyes made Qi Huan feel as if she had done something heinous and bad when she saw her. , I didn't do anything.

"Qiao Qiao, go and invite people in." Mo Ye opened his mouth and saw a little girl dressed in purple walking out of the hall not far away. Watching Qiao Qiao holding an umbrella, he bounced to open the door. Mo Ye also brought Qi Huan back to the hall.

When Fang Zhijin and her maidservant were brought in, she was soaked all over, with drops of water on her face, looking embarrassed. A beautifully embroidered clothes was also soaked by rain, which revealed her exquisite figure.

It's a pity that the only man in this room has no interest in her figure.

"Qiao Qiao, take them down to freshen up, and send two of the clothes your master bought by the way."

"I see, Master." Qiao Qiao blinked his **** eyes and agreed with a smile. Since starting to practice "The Way of the Demon", Qiao Qiao has quickly learned how to control her monster pupils. Although she can easily lose control when she is emotional, at least she will no longer be regarded as a monster.

"You are so generous." Qi Huan twisted his nose and snorted when Mo Ye asked Qiao Qiao to give away the clothes she bought.

"You wear it?" Mo Ye raised her eyebrows, even she disliked the top-grade Xian Yi, does she wear the clothes in the world!

"No." No matter how good the brocade in the world is, it can't compare to those fairy clothes. She bought those things just to satisfy women's shopping psychology. They bought them just to look good and didn't wear them.

After Fang Brocade and Qiao Qiao went to freshen up, they changed into the two clothes that Qiao Qiao had brought. When Fang Brocade got the clothes, her face couldn't help but blush.

This...this clothes is too a bit too.

Seeing Fang Zhijin holding the clothes for a long time without intending to change them on, Qiao Qiao leaned over and took a look, then his face changed and he pulled the clothes back abruptly.

"I'm so sorry, I took the wrong clothes." This thing was bought by the master as a gift to the master. She actually held the wrong thing. If Fang Brocade was put on, the master would not spank her.

Qiao Qiao didn't notice a piece of white gauze out of the dress when he was leaving with his dress.

The white yarn fell at Fang Zhijin's feet, and she ran away before she called Qiao Qiao. Fang Brocade leaned over and picked up the piece of cloth on the ground, only to glance at it and he was completely stunned.

What is it, what is it made of, why she has never seen it before, and this weaver is more than a thousand times more advanced than her.

In the past, she dared to swear that no one in the world can match her brocade technique, but after seeing this piece of cloth ~www.readwn.com~ she suddenly realized that there is indeed a mountain and a mountain high in this world.

"Miss, what's wrong with you?" Xiao Cui walked over curiously, wearing another clean dress.

Fang Zhijin looked around and found that his wet clothes were still hanging on the back of the chair. He ran to take it and put it directly on his body regardless of the dampness and cold. Then he pulled Xiaocui, "Go, let's go. Come back home."

"Miss, what are you going to do?" Xiao Cui didn't understand why Miss was trembling all over, and even her lips were trembling unconsciously. She seemed to have been hit by something, or she was very excited?

When Qiao Qiao returned with her new clothes, the door was open, but the guests inside disappeared. Qiao Qiao walked around the house twice strangely, muttering to himself, "Strange, how about people?"

Now that the guest was gone, Qiao Qiao had to take the clothes back again. Then ran over to tell Qi Huan about it.

Qi Huan was a little strange to them suddenly leaving, but Mo Ye was completely irrelevant. If it weren't for Qi Huan, he wouldn't invite the two of them in at all. Just leave as soon as you leave, it's not a big deal.

After Fang Zhijin left Qi Huan, she pulled Xiaocui into a dash, ignoring the pouring rain in the sky. When she ran back to Fang's mansion, she felt black before she stood still and passed out.

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