Watching Mi Fu walk into the Accord, Yun Yi smiled unconsciously.

Unexpectedly, I could see the appearance of my ancestors face to face, and was invited to almost become Mi Fu's disciple.

Such an encounter is a bit like a dream.

When he came to his senses, there was a person standing in front of him.

Yun Yi was stunned. This person was blonde and golden-eyed, and had Han facial features. Could it be a mixed-race man?

Wang Fu bowed and greeted humbly: "Wang Fu has seen Mr. Yun."

Yun Yi raised his sword-brow and said curiously: "Do you know me?"

Wang Fu nodded with a smile and bowed again: "Young Master's poem "Shuyuer" tonight is the best Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Festival. How can Wang not recognize him? I just didn't expect to see the true face of the young master here. If you disturb me, I hope Mr. Yun Haihan."

"I dare not, I dare not." Yun Yi bowed, "Brother Wang is so polite."

"I wonder if I can have the honor to drink a drink with Mr. Yun, so Wang asked for some questions."

"this……"

Yun Yi looked into the Accord, Zhao Mujin and Li Qingzhao were already sitting next to Li Gefei, and were chatting with several elders here.

Seeing this, Yun Yi smiled and said, "I can't ask for advice. Brother Wang has something to say, but it's okay to say it."

Wang Fu was happy when he heard this, but just as he was about to speak, a middle-aged man dressed in the manager in the Accord ran out.

"Mr. Yun, my master is invited."

When the two looked back, Wang Fu's expression moved, Yun Yi bowed to him and said, "Sorry, I'll lose my companion first."

The manager came to Yun Yi, looked at Wang Fu, nodded and apologized without caring, and then said to Yun Yi: "Young Master Yun, my master has prepared a seat for you, please."

"Thank you!" Yun Yi walked into the Accord with the manager, leaving Wang Fu standing there thoughtfully.

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When I saw the morning of the winter flower bead tree, I woke up from the hangover and felt twice as cold as I could.

When he woke up the next day, Yun Yi had already returned to the peach blossom house. The sound of Qiu Niang sweeping the fallen leaves in the courtyard sounded at the door.

Everything seemed to be back to the leisurely appearance of daily life.

I yawned and rubbed my heavy temples. The sunlight shone in through the window screen, dispelling a little bit of the coldness of late autumn.

After entering the Accord last night, I drank continuously, toasted here and there for a few more.

As a junior, did Yun Yi see so many great writers? He couldn't control himself for a while and drank a few more drinks?

So much so that he had no impression of how he got home in the end.

“Ahhh…”

He stretched happily, put on Qiu Niang's smoked clothes, and pushed open the door.

The warm sun was coming towards the sun, and the white Confucian shirt he had changed was hanging by the well not far away.

Qiu Niang was cleaning the fallen leaves in the backyard. When she saw Yun Yi woke up, she hurriedly put down her broom and trotted over.

"Langjun, I cooked sober soup, as well as millet porridge and meat buns."

The little girl had been busy all morning, her face was very cute and red, and a layer of fine sweat beads on her nose shone with crystal light in the sun.

Yun Yi stretched out his hand and shaved her sleeves on her nose, which caused the little girl to exclaim, and her red face became hot as if it was burning. "Lang, Langjun, I'll prepare hot soup to wash for you." As he said that, he turned his head and ran away, his thin back was a little embarrassed.

Yun Yi shook his head funny, after washing up briefly, drank a bowl of sobering soup, and ate half a meat bun, and lost his appetite.

"How did I come back last night?"

Qiu Niang was serving her carefully. Hearing this, she pursed her lips and replied, "It was Brother Chen who sent the husband back."

Yun Yi nodded slightly, Chen Jiyou, Zhao Mujin's close guard, was also Hu Yanzhuo's beloved disciple. He was very good at kung fu. He usually showed Zhao Mujin's coachman, and he was familiar with Yun Yi.

"Then he also helped change my clothes?"

“Um…”

"how?"

Yun Yi looked up and Qiu Niang was already blushing with shame. OK, "I've been burdened again, I'll give you a salary again."

Qiu Niang waved her hand vigorously: "No, the monthly salary my husband has given me is enough, I don't want it."

Yun Yi looked at her curiously: "Why don't you? Are you short of money?"

Qiu Niang pursed her lips and explained: "There is no shortage. Yesterday my brother-in-law gave me a lot of money to my mother and took my father to see a doctor. The doctor said that my father's condition has been controlled and he can take him to take action normally after resting for another half a month, so he is no shortage of money."

"Is Zhang Jun?" Yun Yi nodded slightly, "He is also a person who is grateful for his kindness."

Qiu Niang bowed to Yun Yifu well and said gratefully: "My brother-in-law said that if they hadn't bought enough pepper from Langjun, their business wouldn't be so good. After a few days, they would have to come to thank Langjun in person."

"Haha, thank you, there is no need to thank me. I didn't suffer any losses, it's just a normal trading transaction."

Speaking of this, Yun Yi suddenly remembered that it was time for him to "go back" to purchase a batch of supplies. Not to mention the chili powder that Zhang Jun needs, it is the products from Qingyun Club, and it is estimated that it will be out of stock in the next two days.

Speaking of Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here.

Just as Yun Yi was thinking about going back to replenish the goods, a carriage slowly stopped at the entrance of the yard.

Ni Manqing dressed up specially today, with the red dots between her eyebrows brightly dripping, and a pair of autumn water eyes looked at the peach blossom trees in the yard, with a different feeling moving in it.

The maid Xiaodie helped her off the carriage and said with a smile: "Miss, when you meet Mr. Yun later, you must be reserved. Don't ignore your image completely for a poem."

"Damn girl, how could I ignore my image?" Ni Manqing's cheeks were dizzy.

Xiaodie covered her mouth and giggled, "I still said no, I don't know who couldn't sleep all night. She played the piano and sang music in the yard, which made the neighbors run to our mansion to complain in the morning."

"I, I..."

Ni Manqing was speechless, so she could only clench her fist and gesture in front of Xiaodie, "Don't talk nonsense, I'm not that bad."

Xiaodie hid around her and said with a smile: "If there is, there is. The lady also said a lot of sleeping words from 'Yunlang, Yunlang'. Do you want me to repeat it to Mr. Yun in a while?"

"You dare!"

The master and servant made such a fuss, Yun Yi could hear it through the courtyard gate, and smiled and asked Qiu Niang to open the door.

Ni Manqing walked in with a blushing face and a smiley Xiaodie, "Manqing, why are you free to come today? What happened to Qingyun Club?"

As soon as Yun Yi finished speaking, Xiaodie said, "My lady is... um..."

Ni Manqing covered Xiaodie's mouth quickly with her eyes and hands, for fear that she would really tell Yun Yi about her dream.

"Damn girl, you're going to get angry. Go and bring the food box in."

Xiaodie made a playful and cute face at Yunyi with a grievance, and then pulled Qiuniang to the door to move things.

Ni Manqing walked under the peach blossom tree, her clothes were elegant and refined, with two long strands of hair hanging down from her ears, and the ends were decorated with silver threads to carry the load, so that she would not be able to fly with the wind and make up her hair.

Yun Yi looked at her quietly, and she also stood so quietly. The peach blossom tree was rustling in the wind, and the spots shone through the gaps on the treetops, seductively touching the heart on the moving skirt.

"Who must have twisted the heart of the flower, and was as dizzy as a delicate face... Manqing, if you look at me like this, I will be unable to control it."
Chapter completed!