Madam is a Superstar

   Chapter 361 Dream Lover

  Shili Long Street is the most densely populated area of ​​Kyoto City. The more you go to the center, the more expensive the rent is.

  Which of the four long streets in the south, east, and northwest belongs to which business is not easy to do, that is the west one,

   without him,

  Look at the north and south side facing the palace, a city gate leading to the daily traffic of people,

   Looking at the east side, there are dignitaries who live there, not to mention the center.

   That golden area is not too much to say that it is a city that never sleeps. Only the west side is left.

   The people who live there are ordinary people with flat heads. If you want to say wealth and honor, it is less than one ten thousandth of a person compared to the powerful.

   Let’s talk about poverty, the six or seven adult families living here can afford to eat and buy land.

   After leaving Kyoto City, he is considered a wealthy family, and he is only three or four behind.

   End of West Street,

   Located at the mouth of a small alley opposite a remote teahouse, an old woman with silver hair on the temples,

   His dry, cracked and wrinkled hands supported a walking stick, leaned against the wall and watched the rustling people coming and going,

   In front of her was a stall with dried persimmon cakes strung on straw ropes.

  It's not just the old woman who sells it alone. You can see that there are many people selling persimmons in the long alley.

   Seeing that no passers-by stopped to buy persimmons all morning, and then looked at other people selling persimmons,

  The old woman let out a long sigh, stood up with a cane and hunched her body, ready to put away the stall and go home.

   "Cai Niangniang, you are preparing to go home, don't be too busy, come and come and I will help you clean up,

  Why do you dress so thinly? It's so cold that you can wear an extra jacket when you come again. "

   A woman came to help the old woman clean up. The woman was the proprietress who opened the bun shop in the alley.

   is famous for being warm-hearted, the old woman looked at the woman who was busy and moved,

   Hearing what the woman said, he smiled wryly and shook his head, the work in his hands did not stop,

   "I can't tell you tomorrow, you have seen it, these persimmons have been placed for a few days and can't sell a few bunches, so I can only eat them at home."

   The proprietress sighed, and she really cares about the old man, and will inevitably complain a few words of indignation.

   "Speaking of which, I still blame the drama for killing people. It's really a sin. Alas, it's useless to say too much. Niangniang, I'll send it back to you."

   "Then how can I trouble you, Amin..."

   "Look at what you said, what a big deal."

   The voices of the two of them drifted away. In front of the window of the private room on the second floor of the tea house,

  The aroma of tea is lingering, Song Qing rubs the edge of the teacup with her fingertips in thought,

   "round."

  Yuaner is rarely at ease. He is enjoying the heat, sipping tea and eating sweet-scented osmanthus cakes.

   Hearing the master tell him to put down the teacup quickly, he devoured a small half of the sweet-scented osmanthus cake into his mouth and slipped over.

   "Mother... ah bah bah bah, son, what's wrong?"

   Mother?

  Song Qing turned around and glanced amusingly at the corner of the little girl's mouth before she had time to wipe off the pastry crumbs,

   "Why are there so many persimmons here, and what is the relationship between persimmons and drama?"

   Calculated a hexagram before leaving the palace, followed the directions of the hexagram to the alley at the end of the West Street,

   After looking around, I couldn’t find anyone who was destined, but wherever I went, I could see persimmons selling.

   "Persimmons?"

  Yuan'er blinked, and subconsciously stretched her neck to look at the alley opposite the window,

   Seeing that there are so many people selling persimmons in such a narrow alley, I sighed in my heart,

   "My son, I know, do you still remember that there was a scene in the teahouse of Nanzhuang teahouse in the capital city last year.

  Oh no, you are busy with stargazing all day long, you should not know that it is talking about a man and a woman,

  Because of a basket of dried persimmons, it was nothing special.

   I was so angry that the two couldn't get together in the end. The woman was weak and sick.

   After getting married, he gave birth to a son to a man, and he went away after giving birth. The man was heartbroken,

   Whenever he misses a woman, he will buy persimmons to eat, and on the anniversary of his death, he will personally buy a basket of persimmons back.

   Anyway, it was enough to earn the tears of the ladies and ladies in Kyoto City. In short, it was very touching. "

  Song Qing thought about it for a while and then he could probably understand the reason. After that scene, many people bought persimmons to eat.

  The people think that they have money to make persimmons this year, but no matter how she thinks, she doesn't understand,

   A mere drama, how could so many people follow suit and start the persimmon cake business?

   "Actually, I don't blame the script, but the shopkeeper of the Nanzhuang Teahouse is too good at doing business.

   His reading of the play has a good response in our capital city, and before other teahouse shopkeepers have responded,

   Collected a lot of dried persimmons and returned to the teahouse, carefully placed them on a plate with good tea, and sold them at a high price to rich people.

   Not to mention that their Nanzhuang teahouse is not only the one in the city of Kyoto, it must have made a lot of money! "

  Speaking of this round face, that round face is shining, and the silver is all the silver,

   If those silvers were hers, she would convert them all into silver notes, make beds one by one,

   Lie down so comfortably again, thinking about how beautiful it is to sleep on a bank note, let alone how beautiful it is,

   After returning to his senses, he looked at the people selling persimmons in the alley opposite, and shook his head regretfully,

   "But this year, it won't work. No matter how touching the drama is, it will fade as time goes by, not to mention that the persimmons will be too boring to eat..."

  Yuaner stopped talking suddenly, not sure what she saw, so she reached out and rubbed her eyes, making sure she was right before opening her mouth in surprise,

   "Look, son, is the white-robed son in the alley the third prince?"

  Song Qing looked in the direction of Yuan'er's finger, and it really was the third prince, Nangong Ze, that's right,

   With his personal guards, he was talking to a few people selling persimmons in the alley,

   It looked like he was going to buy these people's persimmons, Yuan'er took a deep breath,

   "Hey, why did the guards give the money one by one? Is the third prince trying to buy all those persimmons?"

   Song Qing raised the end of her eyes, her curiosity was not purely because Nangong Ze was happy,

   Next is the third prince, who has surpassed the snow-white robe for ten years, more like a **** stick than himself.

   It is inevitable that there is a strange comparison mentality, and of course, I have not forgotten the main purpose of leaving the palace today.

   "Come on, go down and have a look."

The    hexagram indicates that nine times out of ten it has something to do with persimmons, and I have found the reason why this opportunity slips away.

"what?"

  Yuan'er realized it later, Song Qing pushed open the door before hurriedly following in her footsteps,

   Don't forget to put the two pieces of sweet-scented osmanthus cake on the table, don't even think about seeing the three kings later,

   This heart beats like a drum, you must know that this is the third prince of Dayuan,

  Which girl in Kyoto city was thinking of the lover of her dreams when she was pregnant with spring, not the three princes who were gentle and elegant like spring breeze.

   "Two guest officers take a slow walk, come again next time!"

  The two masters and servants walked out of the teahouse gate to the opposite alley, one after the other, amid the sound of seeing off the guests from the second teahouse.

   When Nangongze just turned around and was about to leave, he saw Song Qing and Yuaner dressed in men's attire,

   I didn't recognize it for a while, but it's also thanks to the sentence I said when I went back to Nangong Yu yesterday morning,

  Song Qing thought about it later, and now that she is out of the palace, she will also pay more attention to Yirong.

   (end of this chapter)