I was divorced because I got pregnant during the lean years, so I went back to my parents’ home and

Jiaojiao is busy at Zheng Dafu today, so she asks Ji Xiaobei to stop by Taoranju to book a private room. Her grandfather is coming to Anzhou tomorrow, and she wants to give him a welcome treat.

Ji Xiaobei came out from Huang Po's place and drove Ji Decai to Taoran Ju.

"Sir, how many of you are there? Please come in!"

A young man came out to greet them with a smile.

"I'm not eating, I want to book a private room for tomorrow night!"

Ji Xiaobei took a look inside and saw a lot of people eating in the hall.

The waiter smiled apologetically and said, "Sir, Taoranju has a rule that if you don't make a reservation in advance, you have to queue up the next day. There are not many private rooms!"

Ji Xiaobei: I forgot that Taoran Ju has this shameless rule.

Just as she was about to go out, she heard a woman's voice:

"Isn't this the lady boss of Zheng Dafu? She even came to make the reservation herself!"

Ji Xiaobei turned his head and saw that it was Murong Baoqian.

Ji Xiaobei didn't want to pay attention to her. She was just a little girl. Madam Song and Madam Lei had just spent several thousand taels of silver on him, so they were also big customers.

We have to give the little girl some face.

Ji Xiaobei smiled and said, "Miss Bao Qian is coming to eat too?"

After saying that, he walked out.

Unexpectedly, Bao Qian stood in front of her, looked at her arrogantly and said, "Boss Ji, how about I ask my maid to help you queue up for a private room tomorrow."

Ji Xiaobei smiled and said, "That's not necessary. Thank you, Miss Bao Qian!"

She was about to leave, but Bao Qian stretched out her arm to stop her.

Ji Xiaobei gently pushed her arm away, his face still full of smiles:

"Miss Baoxi, Mrs. Murong must have taught you what it means to be polite?"

Ji Xiaobei's voice was not loud, but extremely powerful.

Everyone around turned their heads to look over.

Bao Qian was being stared at by everyone, her face turned red, she lowered her head, and said with an aggrieved and pitiful look:

"I just want to have a meal with Miss Ji, why do you have to do this?"

Ji Xiaobei didn't even look at her and walked out of the hall.

She disdained to get angry with a child.

Bao Qian looked at Ji Xiaobei's back and gnashed her teeth in anger.

She was strolling down the street just now and saw an extremely ugly donkey, which frightened her so much that she almost screamed out loud.

Looking more closely, the man sitting on the donkey's back couldn't help but smile.

She wanted to call out to Fu Jichang, but before she could open her mouth the donkey ran away.

She had no choice but to let the servant follow her.

She took a carriage and found Taoranju.

I didn't expect to meet Ji Xiaobei. I thought of the time when she came out of Fu Jichang's yard.

Bao Qian was so angry that she was furious.

Brother Chang was at Taoranju, and this little woman followed him to Taoranju. She is so hateful.

He even pretended to book a private room.

She must not know the rules of Taoranju.

Humph! Why would a poor country woman eat at a place like this on weekdays?

Zheng Dafu’s boss is Ji Xiaobei?

She still couldn't quite believe it in her heart, this was true.

The waiter took her to the hall, and she deliberately chose a less conspicuous seat, near the corner of the stairs on the second floor.

After they sat down, the maid ordered a few dishes.

She didn't eat a single bite and looked around, but there was no sign of Fu Jichang in the hall.

He wouldn't have gone to the private room upstairs, would he?

As a girl, she was embarrassed to look for a job there.

She asked the nanny beside her to look for it. After a while, the nanny came downstairs and shook her head.

She was still a little unwilling, but there was nothing she could do, so she just started eating.

At this time, a rough and slightly hoarse voice came from the second-floor staircase: "Make some ginger tea for sobering up!"

The young man agreed and ran downstairs quickly.

Bao Qian's heart skipped a beat. She looked up suddenly and saw a familiar shadow flash past on the stairs.

Fu Jichang!

The dish she was holding with her chopsticks fell to the ground. She stood up in a hurry and almost knocked over the dishes on the table.

"Girl!" the nanny screamed.

"I'll go up and take a look!" Bao Qian went upstairs, lifting her skirt.

The nanny and the maid followed closely behind, fearing that something might happen.

She went up to the second floor and walked from one end to the other. Only one door was open. She looked inside and saw nothing.

At this time, a waiter came over with some sobering tea.

He stopped in front of a private room at the end of the corridor and was about to raise his hand to knock on the door.

Bao Qian walked up quickly and said, "Brother, this is the hangover tea my brother ordered. I'll take it to him. I won't bother you."

The boy glanced at the door and saw there was no house number, so he made sure he had not walked into the wrong room.

He glanced at Bao Qian suspiciously and said, "Girl, you have the wrong person!"

Bao Qian wanted to explain more, but the waiter raised his hand and knocked on the door. There was an answer from inside, and he pushed the door open and went in.

Mammy pulled Baoxi to leave. Baoxi said angrily, "Brother Chang is in this room. Please go downstairs and have your meal!"

How could the nanny and the maid dare to leave Bao Qian here alone?

The old maid said hurriedly: "Miss, I am here to accompany you!"

"No need, everyone get off!"

Bao Qian stamped her feet in anger.

When the old nanny saw that the eldest lady was really angry, she was so scared that she dared not say anything and could only pull the little maid downstairs.

Two people stood at the stairs and watched.

The waiter brought some sobering tea, opened the door and came out. Seeing Bao Qian still standing at the door, he kindly reminded her, "Miss, this is Taoranju's exclusive private room, not open to the public. You must have recognized the wrong person."

Bao Qian glared at him and blamed him for being too nosy.

The boy glared back at her and left.

In the room, Fu Jichang opened all the windows, but still felt hot all over. He unbuttoned his coat, revealing his strong chest, and pulled off his waist belt, which made him feel much more comfortable.

He drank several cups of sobering tea, leaned lazily in the armchair, frowned and fell into deep thought.

I really need to sort out my thoughts.

The case of the Salt and Iron Bureau, the Murong family transported salt to the northern border and resold it illegally

He was urgently recalled to Anzhou, and refugees flocked to Anzhou in large numbers due to rumors.

Organizing refugees to cause trouble, and the dead soldiers were covered with poison from the barbarians.

It seems unrelated, but there is some trace of connection. Without sufficient evidence, he dare not jump to conclusions.

If we alert the enemy, all our efforts will be wasted.

He moved his tired body, and a pink purse fell out from his loose clothes.

He bent down to pick it up, stroking it carefully, and Ji Xiaobei's shadow appeared in front of him again.

The corners of his mouth slightly raised:

This color doesn't match her character!

The door was gently pushed open, and a gentle female voice sounded: "Brother Chang..."

Fu Jichang was so frightened that he shuddered and quickly put the purse in his hand into his sleeve.

Before I could even put on my clothes, I saw a smart figure walking in...