Rebirth of the Black-bellied Princess Mo

Su Qianle's head, which had been lowered, finally lifted up, with a smile: "Of course, I have already promised the young master."

"Okay." Xia Chu breathed a sigh of relief, a self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and secretly said that he was self-motivated and worried for a while. It seemed that Su Qianle really let go. The reason why he asked him just now was because he thought He only cared about being hurt.

The carriage arrived at the place where Xianli taught the dance, Xia Chu helped Su Qianle down and left the carriage to Su Qianle for returning to the house, and then he nodded and left with her, and left on foot with the raven.

Just after taking a few steps, he saw a carriage coming towards him. He pretended to be standing in front of a merchant to pick and choose, and looked down at the carriage slightly.

I saw a maid get out of the car first, and then reached out to help a woman in the car and walked down. Xia Chu couldn't see her face, so she changed to a vendor.

This time, I can see the appearance clearly. The woman is about thirty, with a normal face and a mole on her chin. Fortunately, she has a good temperament and a decent demeanor.

Xia Chu paused on the mole for about two seconds. It seemed that this was the Chen Rongrong that Pang Weiguang spoke of.

That Chen Rongrong suddenly turned around and swept the streets and alleys. Xia Chu quickly looked away and bought the Changxiang and other offerings that he was looking at. He secretly thought that this Chen Rongrong was very sharp, but she was chatting with the stall owner on the face. Come: "Little brother, can you have a guest here for your sacrifice booth?"

The stall owner said with a 'tsk': "Hey, didn't you just buy it?"

...

Xia Chu Yuguang saw that Chen Rongrong had already walked in, so he didn't intend to chat, but replied politely: "I mean, it would be better if the vendors like you are not usually located around the temple."

The stall owner said while packing the things he bought: "Thanks to the newly built ancestral hall not far away, I don't have to travel so far to set up a stall."

Xia Chu looked stunned, he didn't even pick up the package handed over by the stall owner, but the raven reached out and took it, and pushed him again, Xia Chu came back to his senses: "It's the newly opened Ren family. An ancestral hall?"

The stall owner didn't lift his head to put the cloth on the stall again: "Yes."

Xia Chu didn't talk much. He walked a few steps to the place he just pointed, only to realize that it was no wonder he looked so familiar. He even came to worship last month, but it was very busy at that time. There is such a prosperous image, and now the vendors on both sides are scattered and orderly.

So, he just didn't recognize it.

Xia Chu turned to look at Xianli's courtyard, and then looked at the location of Ren's ancestral hall.

I don't know if it's fate or intentional...

He sighed and looked up to see the package carried by the raven beside him. Since he was at the door and the offerings were bought, let's go in and put incense.

Xia Chu walked towards the gate of the ancestral hall, the gate of the ancestral hall was wide open, but when he entered, a servant came out to stop him: "Is this son here to offer incense?"

Xia Chu was stunned for a moment, then nodded stiffly.

The little servant smiled politely and said, "The number of people waiting inside is full. Why don't you go to the opposite side to drink a sip of tea, and I'll send someone to call you when you make room."

? ? ?

It's been less than two months since the last time I came here in the early summer, and now it's so incense?

Did Bingwen set up an ancestral hall or a temple?

Xia Chu was confused, but he wanted to go in and have a look more and more, and said to the servant: "I am a friend of the owner of this ancestral hall."

"It's all said to be our son's friend..." The little servant still smiled warmly, but the meaning behind his words was obvious.

...

Xia Chu pinched his brows, suddenly remembered with a flash of light, raised his head and said to the servant, "Call Sang Yi to me."

The little servant had always had a polite smile on his face, until Xia Chu called out Sang Yi's name, his expression changed, and his attitude became respectful: "I don't know the name of the son."

? ? ?

Xia Chu held his forehead and had a headache. He didn't seem to have a name, and then his eyes lit up and he snapped his fingers: "Tell him that the young master on the third floor is here."

Although the young servant looked confused, he bowed respectfully: "I'll go to pass the news, the young master will wait a moment."

But after a while, there were hurried footsteps in the courtyard, and Sang Yi ran out in a panic. Even if Bingwen came, the servant had never seen him so nervous. Sang Yi ran and asked, "Mr. Sang, who is that?"

Sang Yi glanced at him angrily, but before he could talk to him, he hurried to the door, and when he saw Xia Chu standing there, he hurriedly bowed, because he was running too fast and his breath was a little unsteady: "Young, young master, you What, why are you here?"

Xia Chu signaled him not to be nervous: "I was just passing by, and I came to the incense stick by the way, but I didn't expect that this ancestral hall is so prosperous now?"

Hearing that Sang called his young master, the servant hurriedly gave another salute beside him: "The servant has offended a lot just now, and I hope the young master Haihan."

Xia Chu glanced at him, instead of blaming him, he smiled at Sang Yi: "This person is not bad."

Xia Chu really felt that it was not bad. Seeing that he had just greeted guests without being humble or arrogant, he was polite and kind but alienated.

The little servant quickly cupped his hands: "The servant's name is called Zhaolin."

The smile on Xia Chu's lips deepened: "You are clever."

Sang pair made a gesture of invitation to him: "Master, let's go in and talk."

Xia Chu followed him into the backyard. Sang Yi ordered someone to prepare the incense offering in the ancestral hall, and then handed him a cup of tea himself and asked, "Master, do you need to send someone to notify the young master to come back?"

"I just came by the way, there's no need to ask him to run." Xia Chu shook his head and took the tea, raised his eyes and looked at Sang Yi jokingly: "Fortunately, I remembered that Bingwen mentioned to me, put you in the I have to take care of the affairs of the ancestral hall, otherwise I would not even be able to enter this door today.”

Su Qianan is gone now, and the first floor has been completely handed over to the previous shopkeeper. Once they arrived at the ancestral hall, they brought a book boy named Jie Wu with him.

When Xia Chu saw that he had changed his valet, he asked where Sang Yi had gone, but fortunately he asked more at that time.

Sang looked embarrassed. Seeing that he didn't blame him, he felt a little at ease, and said with a mournful smile: "If the young master reported his identity, who would dare to stop him."

Xia Chu took a sip of tea and chuckled: "How did this place become like this?"

Sang Yi's face froze when he heard the words: "Young master is famous now, and there are a lot of people visiting, but anyone who wants to go to Wentian Pavilion will come here to worship first to show their sincerity. When the son sees this, he has a plan and feels It is not a long-term solution to always give money to those refugees, it is better to teach them how to fish than to teach them to fish, so I gave them the capital to sell things around the ancestral hall to support themselves.”