The fast horse returned to Zuo Mansion on the south bank of Wende Bridge, and it was not yet noon.

The third uncle Zuo Hanchou is busy with business and has not yet come back. In the huge mansion, only Aunt San and her fifth brother Zuo Yunting are there.

Zuo Lingquan first came to the main yard and reported his safety to his third aunt. Then he prepared to go out shopping and buy rouge and water for all the senior sisters.

Zuo Lingquan was not easy to tell Aunt San about picking rouge for women, but he was not familiar with the capital and could not ask anyone one by one when he went out. Just as he was about to pick a maid with Shui Ling to accompany him, his fifth brother Zuo Yunting yawned and ran out of the back house lazily.

It was already midday, and the maids and servants at home were almost having lunch. Zuo Yunting had obviously just gotten up. At this time, he rubbed his eyes and walked straight to the dining room, not even put on his clothes.

The maid and servant had already become accustomed to this scene. When he saw Zuo Lingquan walking from the corridor, he quickly bent over and bowed;

"Seventh Young Master."

Zuo Yunting was sleepy and didn't notice at all. He heard the sound and found that his cousin was standing next to him. As the elder brother, his unkempt appearance could not be seen by his younger brother. Zuo Yunting quickly coughed, stood up straight and patted his clothes, pretending to be old-fashioned:

"Lingquan, are you back? I was cleaning the house just now and my clothes were messed up."

Zuo Lingquan saw through and said nothing: "Fifth brother is really thrifty. I have just come back and am preparing to go out for a walk."

Although the two are cousins, they have never seen each other in previous years. With Zuo Lingquan becoming the son-in-law, Zuo Hanchou has been nagging about "What" in recent days:

"Rebellious! If you have half of Ling Quan's ability, even if you are half good-looking, you can still eat soft rice if you can't eat hard food..."

Zuo Yunting's ears were almost calloused, and he also wanted to get to know this cousin well.

When Zuo Lingquan heard that Zuo Lingquan was about to go out, Zuo Yunting was intrigued and walked up to him and patted Zuo Lingquan on the shoulder:

"You have just arrived in the capital and are probably not familiar with the streets. Do you want your fifth brother to take you out for a walk? The fifth brother is known as the "Wende Eight-Inch Gun". Everyone in the capital knows it and is very familiar with the outside."

Eight-inch gun? Zuo Lingquan's eyelids twitched, but he didn't laugh, and Hexu responded:

"That happens. If the fifth brother is not busy, take me out and recognize the way."

"What can I do to be busy with? I won't die if I eat less."

Zuo Yunting left as soon as he said that, straightened his clothes and took Zuo Lingquan out of the mansion and headed towards the most prosperous Xinghua Street.

There are 36 yards in Donghua City, with a population of less than 300,000. The weather is very good in February, and there are many people coming out to breathe. There are many pedestrians on the street, and there are also a wide range of shops along the street.

Zuo Yunting said that he knew everything, and obviously he was not bragging. When he walked to Xinghua Street where brothels and restaurants were crowded, he often heard a sentence:

"Fifth Master, come in and play~"

"Fifth Master, the cricket I just caught from Changqing Mountain..."

...

Zuo Lingquan walked all the way, gradually getting dark, but after all, he was the brother of the same clan, so he couldn't say anything. He waited until the middle section of Xinghua Street before he spoke:

"Fifth Brother, you won't want to take me to the brothel, do you?"

When Zuo Yunting heard this, his eyes moved slightly. After looking left and right, he leaned closer and whispered:

"Lingquan, you can't be still a chirp, right? Do you want the fifth brother to take you there..."

Zuo Lingquan has always been cleansing himself, it must be a young man. His eyes signaled the majestic imperial city in the distance:

"Fifth Brother, are you sure that Your Highness the Princess will not send us brothers to the palace to be eunuchs after you know it?"

Zuo Yunting felt cold under him and he quickly called him haha:

"Just kidding, Brother Fifth, I never go to such unclean places. Well... Do you want to go to the gambling house? If you go, you lend me some money. Well... Brother Fifth is more thrifty, and you have bought the fourth treasures of your third uncle's office."

Zuo Lingquan sighed and said, "I won't go to the gambling house. I have lived in Qihuang Valley recently. My senior sister there asked me to bring some rouge. Can Brother Wu know where Xianzhizhai is?"

Zuo Yunting suddenly realized and patted his chest:

"Let's go, I'll take you there. Well... I'll pick a few for me."

"Fifth brother still uses this?"

"How could it be? I gave it to my mother."

"Is that so? I must pay the money. When I entered Beijing, I had not brought gifts to my third aunt yet. I said I was ashamed..."

"Family, don't worry."

While the two chatted, they arrived at the three-story building in the middle of Xinghua Street.

The tall building is called "Xianzhizhai", which includes jewelry, rouge, watermelon, dress and cloth. The items bought are all used by the ladies and ladies, but not all the ladies and ladies. There are also many young masters who come to choose gifts for the ones they like.

Zuo Lingquan entered it and looked up and saw the boss lady standing in the hall. Her eyes were shining with golden light, as if she saw a piece of fat meat. She ignored the guests in her hands and hurried over:

"Oh, what wind blows the fifth young master? You are so rare, please come in quickly, who is this?"

"My cousin, nicknamed Qinghe God of Wealth, you have to entertain him."

"Oh, hey~ Double happiness is coming! Please come in!"

The rich-looking boss clapped his hands and seemed to see two pieces of fat meat. He quickly took Zuo Lingquan into the private room next to the hall and sat down, with all the tea and melon seeds.

Zuo Lingquan didn't care about this either. After sitting on the chair, he drank tea quietly and asked Zuo Yunting to pick things first.

However, Zuo Lingquan still underestimated Zuo Yunting's unreliability.

Zuo Yunting sat on the chair. After being praised by the boss, he floated directly and asked for whatever he took. In just half a cup of tea, a lot of them were placed on the table.

Zuo Lingquan had a lot of money, so he didn't care about buying things for Aunt San, but the things that the shopkeeper brought with him were obviously not what a wife should use for a housekeeper - some colorful bead hairpins and very brightly colored rouge, which seemed inappropriate for a girl, and it was almost the same for a kiln girl.

After watching for a while, Zuo Lingquan put down the teacup and raised his hand to stop Zuo Yunting's words:

"Fifth Brother, are you sure these things are given to Aunt Third?"

Zuo Yunting stopped when he saw it was good and called haha:

"A little doha? That's all. What are you going to buy?"

Zuo Lingquan shook his head secretly, without saying much, turned to the shopkeeper: "I heard that you have a kind of rouge called 'red nectar'?"

The boss's wife could see who was the old man who paid the money and nodded with a smile:

"Red nectar is my Xianzhizhai sign. His princess likes it now. How much does the young master want?"

Zuo Lingquan calculated the number of people and ordered more than ten boxes of rouge. Although the price was a bit expensive, it was much more affordable than Zuo Yunting's spending money. He asked the shopkeeper to pack it and send it to the mansion, got up and prepared to leave, but walked out of the private room and saw two ladies choosing dresses in the hall.

Last time in Qihuang Valley, Zuo Lingquan and Wu Qingwan had a conversation and accidentally cut Wu Qingwan's clothes. Although Wu Qingwan didn't mind, Wu Qingwan took good care of Zuo Lingquan. It was impossible for Zuo Lingquan to remember this love. Since he met, he spoke:

"Do you have a very good-quality skirt?"

The boss's wife wanted Zuo Lingquan to buy the shop directly, so she nodded quickly:

"Yes, as long as it is something women use, we have it here. I'll take the young master up there to take a look?"

Zuo Lingquan nodded slightly and looked back. Zuo Yunting met an acquaintance again. He was chatting, but he went to the second floor with the boss's wife without interrupting him.

The second floor is much quieter than the first floor lobby, and the people who entertain themselves are all women. Obviously, many ladies and ladies are choosing ready-to-wear clothes and fabrics here on weekdays.

Zuo Lingquan came to a large room and looked up and saw many dresses hanging on the walls, including tops and skirts, as well as integrated dresses. Regardless of the style and texture, they may not be able to compare with the Dadan Dynasty.

Zuo Lingquan has a good vision and knows Wu Qingwan's appearance and naturally knows what kind of skirt to look good. After he turned around, he picked a long cloud-white dress. The fabric was made from Yunzhongjin produced in the four southern counties, with cloud patterns outlined by silver silk. It is not lacking in the wisdom of young girls, but also has a mature and graceful atmosphere. It is very suitable for women like Wu Qingwan who cannot figure out their age.

"Young Master has a really good vision. The embroiderer of this skirt has just been made. It took nearly three months to do it, just this one..."

Zuo Lingquan was not interested in listening to these fooling nonsense. After choosing a skirt, he looked around.

The boss's wife quickly asked: "What else do you want to choose for the young master?"

Zuo Lingquan cut the last time, not only Wu Qingwan's outer skirt, but also the clothes inside were torn. If you want to pay, you will definitely pay the full set.

Although it is not appropriate to give underwear, according to Zuo Lingquan's contact, Wu Qingwan has the style of a paranormal and does not pay much attention to secular rules. He hesitated a little and planned to buy one and pay it to Wu Qingwan.

However, it has not been easy for big men to buy this throughout history.

Fortunately, the boss's eyes were extremely vicious. Seeing Zuo Lingquan hesitating, he understood the meaning and smiled in his eyes:

"Young Master wants to buy underwear? Is he really sorry for women."

Underwear is a close-fitting clothing, and a bellyband is one of them. The word "无" is used because ordinary people think it is not clean, and few men generally buy it.

Zuo Lingquan didn't care about these things and asked:

“Is there any?”

"have."

The boss's wife hurried to the counter on the side of the room, went to a few wooden boxes from it, opened it and asked Zuo Lingquan to choose.

Zuo Lingquan glanced slightly. The underwear in the box was very conservative in style, and the materials were similar to those of the outerwear. Although it was close to the body, the shape was extremely ugly and looked like a cloth pocket.

Zuo Lingquan knew about this world, and most of the women in the city wore this kind of underwear, but he really looked down on it and asked:

"Well...is there any kind...it's that kind..."

Zuo Lingquan doesn't know how to describe it.

But the boss's wife has been doing this business all year round, so how could she not understand the meaning? She asked:

"A little bit sexy?"

Sexy?!

Zuo Lingquan staggered, and he never expected that the boss's wife could speak such an adjective.

This adjective is very appropriate, but when used in Senior Wu, it is obviously too rude. After all, it is half of his mother-in-law...

Zuo Lingquan hesitated and corrected carefully:

"It's a bit nicer, well... to wear it for more mature and dignified women, female elders."

The boss's wife blinked, her expression was a little strange, and she thought to herself: Buy bellybands for the elders? Isn't it just for women to wear them for themselves...

However, there are many young masters who like mature women in this place in Beijing, especially those with some taboo relationships.

A mature woman is not as light as a little girl. It seems that she is not as sexy as a little girl...

The boss's wife nodded secretly and understood Zuo Lingquan's "meaning". Within a moment, she brought a beautifully crafted purse and handed it to Zuo Lingquan.

Zuo Lingquan did not touch the things that were compensated for Wu Qingwan. He just asked the boss's wife to open her eyes and scan her eyes. After thinking that the workmanship was good, he asked the boss's wife to take a new one, wrap it up and put it in a white skirt...
Chapter completed!