Several people were talking and laughing, shaking their heads, and gradually walking away.

Zhang Meishou's eyes lit up slightly when he heard this, and turned his head and asked Song Fuqi: "Second cousin, where is Wuliu Pavilion?"

Song Fuqi, who also heard the words of those people just now, whispered in surprise: "My cousin is going to Wuliu Pavilion?"

Wuliu Pavilion is an extremely elegant place in Suzhou City. It is mostly used by literati gatherings. He has been there with his elder brother once, but because... he felt it was boring and boring, he never went to the second time again.

Zhang Meishou nodded without hesitation: "I want to go and have a look."

"Cousin, do you know where Wuliu Pavilion is? It's not a place to listen to operas and eat snacks. If you go in, and make a loud noise, you will be invited out. You will be embarrassed at that time." Song Fuqi reminded.

If my cousin is embarrassed and crying, my father will definitely settle the score with him.

"Cousin has been invited out?"

Song Fuqi blushed and hurriedly denied: "No!"

Zhang Meishou was too lazy to expose him and said, "Didn't it mean that Mr. Luo is in Wuliu Pavilion at this time? I'll join in the fun."

"Do you want to see Luo Fu?" Song Fuqi's eyes were even more surprised.

"..." Zhang Meishou looked at him in confusion and impatiently.

At a young age, why is this mouth so long-winded?

"Cousin, do you know who Luo Fu is?" Song Fuqi was still surprised: "You are far away in the capital, how could you hear about him?"

At this time, Luo Fu was already well-known in Suzhou, but his paintings were not widely circulated. If it were said that the reputation was spread to the capital, it would not be possible that his cousin, a young-aged daughter, wouldn't it feel well-known?

What, my cousin has never said it is well-known?

But this look that I was eager to see was obviously very admiring.

Song Fuqi not only talks a little, but also asks and answers in her heart.

Looking at her second cousin like this, Zhang Meishou felt that it was very likely that even if she was pestered to the point where it was dark.

It's really a headache for a child to talk too much.

"Yu Sheng, take me to Wuliu Pavilion." Zhang Meishou ordered directly to the servant behind him.

Yu Sheng was Song Ju's personal servant, and he had a bit of shame in front of the servants of the Song family. He shouldn't have accompanied the little master to play on the streets. It was because Song Ju made a special order that he followed Zhang Meishou and waited for the order.

Yu Sheng nodded immediately.

Hmm, I wish he could have told him directly.

Zhang Meishou looked at his side: "Second cousin, third cousin, if you don't want to go back so early, you can find a place to rest and have tea nearby, and wait for me, and I will go back."

Song Fuqi was a little hesitant.

Song Fujin, who had been listening, hurriedly said, "I'll go with my cousin!"

"Let's go." Zhang Meishou turned around without delay.

"...Wait for me! I'm going too!" Song Fuqi followed.

Zhang Meishou looked at him helplessly, and only ordered to another servant: "You can stay here and wait for the eldest son to come back, and explain to him that we have gone to Wuliu Pavilion so that he doesn't have to worry."

The servant responded.

The group got on the carriage and rushed to Wuliu Pavilion.

When Zhang Meishou arrived, he saw that there were many people standing in the elegant and quiet front hall at this time, most of whom were dressed in literati.

The shopkeeper in the store was surrounded in the middle and frequently bowed to everyone to apologize, with a smile on his face: "It's really Mr. Luo just wants to be quiet and doesn't want to see anyone. I'm not trying to stop him. Please forgive me."

"There are some new teas in the store today. If you don't dislike it, I want to be honest and ask you to help you taste it-"

"Oh, that's all."

Someone shook his head in disappointment and left one after another.

They came to see Luo Fu. If they couldn't see anyone, who was still in a bad mood to stay for new and old tea?

But there were still a few people who were unwilling to leave and still discussed with the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper smiled and shook his head, but there was no sign of impatience.

Zhang Meishou sat aside and looked at it for a while, then asked Yu Sheng to go forward and invite the shopkeeper to speak.

Yu Sheng did not hesitate.

Even if the cousin is childish and nonsense, he will not stop him as long as he is within the scope of cleaning. After all, the master told me that it is important to have fun in everything.

Moreover, over the years, he gradually felt that cousin was very different from ordinary children.

Song Fuqi pulled Zhang Meishou's sleeve and whispered: "Cousin, everyone has said they have never seen each other, why are you still asking for trouble?"

"It may not be."

Zhang Meishou looked at the shopkeeper.

No matter how elegant the place is, you have to make money when you open the door to do business.

After hearing Yu Sheng's words, the shopkeeper also looked at Zhang Meishou. With his eyes facing each other, the shopkeeper hesitated for a moment and then walked over.

Song Fuqi was silent.

Is the shopkeeper of Wuliu Pavilion so easy to talk to? Why is it different from what he remembers?

The shopkeeper gave a slight salute to Zhang Meishou and the others, and asked with a smile: "I wonder what are the young masters who have to give me some instructions?"

Song Fuqi subconsciously wanted to speak, but was distracted by A Li who suddenly stepped forward and blocked him.

Why is this girl so ignorant of the rules? Why did she suddenly block him in public?

"I dare not take the order."

During this time, Zhang Meishou had already spoken: "It's just that I'm here today, just to see Mr. Luo--"

The shopkeeper was about to answer the conversation when he heard this, but he heard the 'little young master' in front of him and continued: "I have no other intentions. I just want to trouble the shopkeeper to spread it on my behalf. If Mr. Luo really doesn't want to meet, I have no reason to force you."

As he said that, he turned his head and looked at Yu Sheng.

Yu Sheng was stunned for a moment, and then came forward with a smile and stuffed a golden leaf into the shopkeeper's hand.

The shopkeeper quietly glanced.

Hmm, it's really too much.

"This is really expensive, so young master must not do this..." The shopkeeper made a move and refused.

Zhang Meishou replied with a smile: "This is just a little sincerity of the younger generation. If the shopkeeper really thinks it is valuable, it means that I am still sincere."

Since you are so sincere, what's the point of passing on a sentence from it?

The shopkeeper stopped moving, and his eyes looked at Zhang Meishou again, and then there was another change.

"The young man wait a minute."

The shopkeeper smiled and called a guy over and said a few words to the guy.

The guy responded and turned around and went into the backyard.

Unlike other ordinary restaurants and tea shops, the backyard of Wuliu Pavilion is a place to entertain guests. The view in the courtyard is elegant and there are five or six private rooms of different sizes distributed in scattered.

Soon, the guy returned from the backyard.

The shopkeeper walked towards Zhang Meishou and smiled in his tone: "Mr. Luo invited the young master to come and have a sigh."

Song Fuqi looked at Zhang Meishou in horror.

But I saw my cousin calm and calm, without any surprise.

But... just a golden leaf can you see Luo Fu, who is famous for his introverted temperament?

As the son of the Song family, he suddenly felt that he could do whatever he wanted. What's wrong?
Chapter completed!