Aunt Zhou was also afraid of being discovered, so she told Mrs. Fang that she was punished for a small amount and could not implicate her beloved son. She nodded quickly and said, "Just go, don't come in in the future. I just know you're fine."

"Yes!" Shao Shuhuan agreed, put on his coat, turned around and wanted to leave. From beginning to end, he thought that Shao Lan was an invisible person.

Seeing that Shao Shuhuan was about to walk to the door, Shao Lan suddenly shouted coldly: "Stop!"

Shao Shuhuan stopped, turned around and looked at Shao Lan, and asked deliberately: "Mother, who is this?"

When Aunt Zhou heard this, she burst into tears and cried, "My son, why don't you even recognize your sister?"

"So it's Miss Lan." Shao Shuhuan bowed hurriedly, "Miss Lan, don't blame Shuhuan for being poor and humble. He was not entrusted to his wife's belly. This sister can't afford to be high. Forget it, since Miss Lan only has the master's wife, then I'll forgive Shuhuan for being rude."

As he said that, Shao Shuhuan said goodbye to Aunt Zhou again, but he spoke "mother" one by one, and he would never call her "aunt". Although Aunt Zhou was happy and worried about it, she caused trouble and caused trouble. She was really half happy and worried.

Shao Shuhuan went here by himself, but Shao Lan was so angry that her face changed. She snorted coldly, ignored Aunt Zhou and was busy calling her girl.

The little girl Yuan'er came a while later and not only cursed: "Little Tiezi, I'm going crazy when I die, and I don't know if anyone comes in?"

Yuan'er was full of grievances and did not dare to argue anything. She helped Shao Lan. Aunt Zhou just heard Shao Shuhuan grab Bai Shaolan and wanted to comfort Shao Lan a few words, but when she saw that her face was not good, she had always been weak and did not dare to provoke her. Seeing her going, she sighed and turned back to the room. But she was relieved that as long as Shao Shuhuan lived a good life outside, she had nothing to ask for.

Here, Shao Shuhuan left Shao Mansion and turned to his door. He saw two men dressed up, standing at the door, holding boxes in their hands. When he saw him, he was busy coming over and greeting him. One of them asked, "Where has the young master gone? Let's wait."

Shao Shuhuan recognized him as the clerk of Bazhen Building and hurriedly said, "I went to the mansion to see my mother. I was tired and waiting!" As he said that, he hurriedly opened the door and asked them to come in. Only then did he want to go. King An seemed to have ordered that his meals would be served in Bazhen Building in the future, and he thought that he would bring him supper.

When he thought of Bazhen Tower, he not only remembered the steamed osmanthus duck that he ate for lunch, but also the full table of side dishes that he had served. It was a waste not to eat in the afternoon.

The shopkeeper quickly placed the lunch box on the table in the main hall, and then greeted him: "Young Master, one of these two is your supper, and the other is fresh snacks made by the new dim sum chef from Bazhen Building. You can try it. In addition, the breeze stove and tea are delivered immediately. You see where is the best place to press it?"

Shao Shuhuan thought for a while and said with a smile: "Please wait for the back. If a customer comes here in the future, it will be convenient to pour tea."

The shop guy looked at it, nodded and smiled, "This place is good! I'll put it here later."

Shao Shuhuan nodded, thinking that he could also make some tea in the future. With all kinds of snacks, he would live... comfortable?

However, once he thinks of King An, he is always nervous. This person... is it as simple as asking him to pretend to be his son?

Soon, the shop clerk in Bazhen Building had already pressed the breeze stove, and there were other excellent tea leaves. The tea set was delivered. The person in the lead asked: "Will the young master eat bird's nest porridge or lotus seed soup for breakfast tomorrow? Now, I'm talking about it, the young one is ready."

"What?" Shao Shuhuan was stunned for a moment, thought about it, and smiled, "You can prepare whatever you want, and I'm not picky."

"That little one is farewell!" As he said that, the shopkeeper greeted her and left. Shao Shuhuan looked at the food box containing several plates of exquisite side dishes, a large bowl of red rice, ham soup, etc., and was very instructed, and it was all in color, fragrance and taste, and it was definitely not comparable to the vegetables and tofu every day in Shao's family. He thought in his heart: "It would be a blessing to curry favor with the prince." Moreover, this King An thoughtful in everything, living, eating, using, clothes, shoes and socks, and bed tents...

There is nothing that is not arranged properly for him, so he doesn't have to worry about it.

After dinner, I took another box to the inner room and lit candles on the candlestick. The pen and ink were still on the desk. There was a large bottle of blooming wintersweet flowers on the side of the desk. On the other side, there were agate-winding silk plates, a few yellow Buddha hands, and the quiet fragrance of flowers all over the room.

But what puzzled Shao Shuhuan was that he searched everything inside and out, but the manuscript of the three chapters of "The Story of the Stone" he wrote last night disappeared.

In the end, I even looked under the bed, but there were still all traces.

It was really strange. Who wanted these pieces of waste paper for? Shao Shuhuan was puzzled. The whole room was cleaned up and down. It was not surprising that he had lost some things, but what puzzled him was why he lost the manuscript without throwing other things? Even the blue box that originally contained Xuan Ji Internal Classic was placed in the box.

Of course, this blue box is empty now. If the man in black opened the box and took a look last night, he would be angry and fainted by him.

Shao Shuhuan had long memorized Xuan Ji Internal Classic and Dugu Nine Styles and hid them elsewhere, so how could it be easily found?

After searching for a while, he couldn't find it, so he had no choice but to give up and try to rewrite it, but he lacked the passion that yesterday was. He thought that there were gold and silver croquettes in the box, silver notes, three meals a day, and Bazhenlou was supplied in a variety of ways. Where could he have the enthusiasm and impulse to make money yesterday?

I suddenly remembered that a celebrity once said: "Life is too comfortable, and work will be tiring..."

It’s just that idleness is boring, and I sleep too early. I developed a habit in my previous life. If I don’t write anything at night, it seems that I can’t get over it. Therefore, I moistened my pen and picked up the pen and wrote to the paper: “The clear silk blows in the idle courtyard, swaying spring like a thread. I stopped for a while and stole half of the flower ornaments, and didn’t hold the diamond flowers and stole half of the face. The colorful clouds were slanted. How could I show my whole body in the fragrance of the boudoir…”

I only finished the "Peony Pavilion" visiting the garden, Jingmeng, and put it down. I was about to pour tea, but I heard someone say coldly: "You are so capable. It's only one day, and this place has changed. I thought I've gone to the wrong place."

Shao Shuhuan was stunned and turned around. He saw the man in black standing behind him yesterday.
Chapter completed!