Chapter 603 Moving

"Miss, this Chang'an City is much more grand and lively than our Fengjie. It is worthy of being the place where the emperor and the old man live." In the carriage, the little girl Qingzhu lay in front of the car window with enthusiasm, turning her two big eyes, watching the street scenes along the city with curiosity and joy, and sighing softly from her mouth.

"This is the capital, and it is more prosperous and prosperous than our Fengjie small land," Fang Yue'er sat firmly in front of the car and said softly: "However, corresponding to prosperity, there will be more dangers here than Fengjie. In comparison, I still hope that we can stay in Fengjie."

"There are people everywhere, but Qingzhu is on the side. I see who Zeng Tuzi dares to come and have sex with the lady?" Hearing the worry in their daughter's heart, Qingzhu retracted the eyes of You outside the street, clenched her fists, and said to their daughter with a vertical sound.

"I know what you think," Fang Yue'er sighed softly at Qingzhu with warmth. But this is not Fengjie. The people here are not the young masters and young masters of Fengjie. You can let you merge and make fun of it and not blame them. You must know that this is the foot of the emperor, the place where the Beijing officials gather. God knows what kind of people we will meet on one day and what kind of identity we have?"

"Miss is right, but the people here are also humans, and he always has to make some sense," Qingzhu sat back in front of their lady and said, "Miss is a Qing Gonger, and he has always only sings and singing skills. If the lady doesn't want to, her godmother will not force the lady to serve the guests according to the temperament of those people. After all, the lady is also the signature of our "Xinfang Pavilion", and her godmother will always think of some solutions."

"The situation is stronger than others. Who can tell the future of things?" Fang Yue'er frowned slightly, and as soon as she entered the flower wall, her body was covered in turbidity. In this tram, it was difficult to keep her innocent body in the tram.

"There are no other people, but if anyone dares to be rude to the lady, Qingzhu will definitely not let him go!" Feeling the melancholy in their daughter's heart, Qingzhu resounded and sat beside Fang Yue'er, raised her arm and gently pulled up the arm of their daughter, and her loyalty to protect the master was beyond words.

"Haha, OK, OK," he raised his hand and patted Qingzhu's little head. Fang Yue'er waved his hand and pulled his arm out of Qingzhu's arms, and laughed softly: "There must be a road before the car arrives at the mountain, and things may not be as bad as we thought. Don't scare yourself anymore."

While talking and laughing, the worry on Fang Yue'er's face was completely wiped out, and she was quiet and calm, and she returned to her sweet expression. The little girl Qingzhu also relaxed again under her influence, and a worry-free smile appeared on her little face.

"Well, the lady is right. When the soldiers come to block the enemy, Qingzhu will block the lady no matter who it is." It is hot and sweaty. Qingzhu moved slightly to the side, and left some distance with their lady, saying, "Also, isn't there a lady in Chang'an City who wants to meet the most? I heard that after Liu Yifan came to Chang'an, he went to the palace to be the enlightenment of the prince and the princess. After a while, when he arrived in his new home, Qingzhu went out to inquire about the lady. When we were free, we would bring some gifts and ask Mr. Yifan to write a song for the lady."

"Uh, you girl!" Shaking his head and chuckled, putting the embroidered fan in his hand aside. Fang Yue'er looked at Qingzhuyan and said, "If Mr. Yifan's song was so easy to ask, when he was in Fengjie, his godmother would not sigh to Mr. Yifan."

"That's because the lady didn't kiss her," Qingzhu ignored her and raised her little head and said proudly: "If Mr. Yifan saw the lady's appearance, Qingzhu would be sure that Mr. Yifan would definitely not reject the lady's request for a song."

Qingzhu is very confident about their ladies. No man will remain indifferent and ignore them after seeing their ladies.

"You girl, how can you speak like this?" Fang Yueer raised her head and glared at Qingzhu with a angrily look. Fang Yueer shook her head slightly, disagreed with Qingzhu's words. How could Mr. Yifan be the kind of person who judges people by appearance? Even if he is so handsome, he would not be able to see him. I remember that in "Yiheju" that day, there was more than one beautiful beauty next to Mr. Yifan.

"Aren't men all the same virtue?" Qingzhu curled her lips indifferently and said, "Which guests who came to our 'Xinfang Pavilion' during Fengjie were not for the name of the lady? Which one of them met the lady was not squinting her eyes and was full of ugly appearance? It made people feel disgusting when they looked at it."

After staying in a place like "Xinfang Pavilion" for a long time, Qingzhu is a little girl who has seen countless people. She doesn't have a good face for men. In her eyes, the men are all the same.

"Can those guests who come to the pavilion compare with Mr. Yifan?" Fang Yueer said in detail: "There are heights and heights of the mountains and advantages and disadvantages of people. You have grown up in the pavilion since childhood, and rarely go out. Those people you see and those things you hear are almost the same. You will naturally have some prejudice in the view of some people. When you can get out of the pavilion in the future, you will not think like this again when you meet someone you like..."

In the flower room, if you want to find a good man, isn’t that equivalent to picking out a colorful phoenix among a group of pheasants?

"Miss, we are here!" Ma stopped the car and ignored the topic just now. Qing Zhuhuan shouted, got up first and jumped out of the carriage, held up the oil-paper flower umbrella placed in front of the carriage, and then gently helped their ladies get off the carriage, and used the umbrella to shade the sun. He looked up at the spacious and spacious courtyard in front of him, and shouted: "Miss, our new home is much more grand than when we were in Fengjie."

"Well, it's very good, but the location seems a little noisy, not as quiet as we were during Fengjie." With a light move to the lotus steps, Fang Yue'er walked slowly forward with Qingzhu. Although the carriage entered the yard from outside the door, they could still hear some shouting from people outside the door.

"Oh, my little aunt, I'm looking forward to you. Let's go and dress up. There is a distinguished guest waiting in the wing room of the west courtyard." Before he could take two steps, the madam Sun Sanniang, the madam in the backyard, walked out quickly. Seeing Fang Yue'er, a hint of joy appeared on her face. She took Fang Yue'er's little hand and said in a low voice as she walked: "This master is not ordinary. In this Chang'an City, she is also a well-known person. Don't even want to be like during Fengjie, you can always play with a lady's temper and offend me thoroughly."

"Who is it that makes my godmother so afraid?" Xiao took a step and slowly followed her godmother. Fang Yue'er asked slowly without any haste.

"Du Yi, Du Yanzhi, the eldest grandson of the Censor Du Yanzhi," Sun Sanniang whispered to Fang Yue'er: "In this Chang'an City, we can also be regarded as the number one person. We can't afford to offend you. You must be careful to serve me later, and you must never make any mistakes."

"Du Yanzhi?" Fang Yue'er said softly: "Isn't it just a young master from the censor? Is it worth the godmother's rush? There must be many playboys like him in Chang'an City, right?"

"Yue'er's words are good," Sun Sanniang responded, "But our 'Xinfang Pavilion' has just arrived for the first time and has not yet stabilized. We can't afford to offend people like Young Master Du. My aunt, you can't bear it for a few days and sing a few songs with Young Master Du. That's it. It's just that you can't break your rules during the festival."

As he spoke, the three of them had arrived at the door of the west courtyard. Sun Sanniang repeatedly asked for advice and told the little girl not to cause any trouble to her.

"You are the one Sanniang said, Fang Yue'er?" Du Yi paused the wine glass in his hand, and his eyes that looked at Fang Yue'er became a little straight. After a long time, he recovered from his consciousness. He pretended to be a serious scholar, took his eyes off Fang Yue'er, sat upright, and asked her with a sound.

"I've seen Mr. Du!" Seeing Du Yi's appearance just now, a trace of disdain flashed in Fang Yue'er's heart. This look had seen too many of this expression when she was in the throne before. The young master of the Du family in front of her was just a lustful person.

"Okay, okay," he lightly pointed his head with satisfaction. Du Yi's heart was filled with joy. The resentment and dislike that he had just waited here had long been thrown away. He did not expect that in this grass nest, he actually met a golden phoenix. The beauty in front of him was stunning, fresh and refined. Looking at the entire Chang'an City, there were not many people who could compare to her.

This trip is the right one.

"Come on, Miss Yue'er, please sit here!" He pointed to the bench beside him, and Du Yi opened his mouth with a polite voice and asked Fang Yue'er to take his seat.

"Thank you for your kindness, but Yue'er still has to play the piano and music. It's inconvenient to sit here. I hope Mr. Du forgives me!" Bent over Du Yi's face, Fang Yue'er reached out to take the long piano handed over by Qingzhu, and sat in front of the square table opposite Du Yi. He pressed the strings of the piano with both hands, smiled and nodded, and said to Du Yanzhi: "A song of 'Shuitu Songtou' will be given to Mr. Du!"

"Liu Yifan's 'Shuitu Songtou'?" Du Yi, who was originally full of joy, became gloomy after listening to Fang Yue'er's words: "Don't sing that guy's song in front of Du!"
Chapter completed!