Enter Chang Xiangsi and help Jingzhai fight

Fang Fengbei said "Oh?" and then asked, "What kind of business do you do? I am not talented, but I know some people. Today, we met and got along very well. I wonder if I can help you to make some connections and pick up this business again?"

Tu Shanjing smiled and pondered for a moment, probably thinking about how to make up a business that could get to know Feng Long. Unfortunately, our eldest son Feng Long usually either practices martial arts or rides a horse and sails a boat, and the things he plays with don't match Tu Shanjing's temperament very well.

I suddenly came up with an idea, and imitated the tone in the martial arts drama and said, "Our young master is known as 'Jade-faced and Clear-sounding Qin' in the Jianghu, and he is in the musical instrument business."

Fang Fengbei laughed and said, "Haha, it's indeed elegant! I just don't know..." His eyes suddenly became sharp, "How did Master Fenglong know you two?"

Yu Xin and Sen Ying both changed their expressions and looked at me without daring to breathe. Tu Shan Jing glanced at me from the side, but his eyes were calm. Only Xiao Wei was completely unaware and picked up a piece of sour plum juice cold cake and ate it full.

I smiled and said, "Mr. Feng Long loves to watch operas. One time, we went to a troupe of an old customer and happened to meet Mr. Feng Long sitting next to us. He saw that my son had an outstanding temperament and could comment on operas very well, so he took the initiative to make friends with him."

Fang Fengbei's fingers stroked the wine glass, and he lowered his eyes in thought. Although I have only met Master Fenglong a few times, I can understand his character after meeting him once, so I made up a story that Fang Fengbei would believe. Speaking of which, just now I was watching coldly at the door, and Fenglong was not that familiar with him, so I guess they don't know each other well, so it's hard to find flaws in such a story.

Sure enough, Fang Fengbei couldn't find any flaws, so he raised his head and smiled: "Mrs. Bai is also eloquent and thoughtful. It's just that she looks a bit older than Mr. Bai. I wonder how Mrs. Bai and Mr. Bai knew each other?"

I was getting a little impatient. He kept asking questions. Would he let me eat? So I said with a sullen face, "Mr. Fangfeng, you are really shameless to ask about the secrets of a couple. Then I'll ask you, how did you get to know Miss Xiaotao?"

Fang Fengbei laughed and put his hand on Xiao Tao's shoulder: "Excuse me! But I have nothing to be ashamed of! I came from another place today, and I hit it off with Miss Xiao Tao at Tianxiang Tower. I spent ten taels of silver to hire her to accompany me for a stroll and have a good meal."

Xiao Tao's face flushed red, she punched him twice with her fist, and said coquettishly: "There are children here! You are really..."

I was moved, and I understood why he kept questioning us. Probably because he was afraid that the matter would be leaked if he said too much, Tushan Jing only agreed with him on the delivery location and date, but didn't tell him the details. I'm afraid he also thought that his goods were in the robbed carriages and horses, so he rushed over from nearby, wanting to test Fenglong but didn't have the opportunity for a while. He also saw us during the banquet, in addition to the Tushan family team, and felt very suspicious, so he came to test us.

Thinking of this, I remembered that Tu Shanjing didn't know Xiangliu was Fangfeng Bei at this time, and he was probably confused as to why the second young master of Fangfeng family was so ignorant and tried to find flaws in people in every sentence.

But in front of everyone, with so many people talking, I couldn't stand up and hold their hands together and tell them, "Don't test each other. These two people (two fairies?) have ten heads and ten tails, but they have eight hundred minds. This is Fangfeng Bei, whose scientific name is Xiangliu, a big customer you have never met. This is Tushan Jing, aka Qingqiu Gongzi, your first-tier supplier. Your goods are still in our hands. If you want nothing to happen, just wait patiently and don't rush the order."

I put on a smile and said, "Mr. Fangfeng is really a romantic, unrestrained and open-minded man! Since you are so straightforward, I will be honest with you. My son and I met in Tushan Mansion. I am Yu Sulan, known as 'Su Shou Lan Xin' in Jianghu. I can guess most of what others are thinking."

Fang Fengbei put down his wine glass, suppressed his smile, and said in a deep voice: "Even if that person is the first time we meet?"

I smiled: "Even if that person is the first time I meet him."

He suddenly burst into laughter and exclaimed repeatedly: "Interesting! Interesting!" Then his eyes flashed with a fiery light, staring at me and said: "Whether what you said is true or not, how can I verify it?"

I took a sip of wine, smiling: "What's true won't be false, and what's false won't be true. But what else can you do except trust me?"

He laughed again, a laugh that made people feel cold: "I have seen 'Jade Face', I have seen 'Lan Xin', but I have not experienced 'Pure Harp' and 'White Hands'. How about you two play a song together to celebrate our acquaintance?"

I have a bit of a headache. Tu Shanjing is naturally not afraid of playing the piano, but I... am afraid of breaking the strings, so I can only play the "bang bang" sound of plucking cotton.

An idea came to my mind, and I argued, "Well, this 'white hands' doesn't refer to playing the piano, but to the play I wrote. But where do I have the time to write a play now? Why not let my husband play the piano and I'll sing a song!" I knew he was suspicious, so I told him the way to verify it.

Fang Fengbei smiled slightly and returned to his usual uninhibited demeanor: "That's great, I'm deeply honored! Please come in, both of you!" After that, he took out a silver ingot from his pocket and threw it to the musician sitting near us: "Brother, can you lend me your zither?"

The musician happily stepped down from his seat and gestured "please". Fang Fengbei's loud laughter had already attracted everyone's attention, and now that the musician had stepped down, everyone put down their cups and chopsticks, waiting to see what excitement we had.

I looked at Tu Shanjing. The corners of his lips seemed to be smiling, and he looked calm and composed. I didn't know if he trusted me too much or he really didn't care.

After thinking it over, I was not sure if I could sing any of the songs he played, so I decided to pass the hot potato to the Qingqiu Gongzi who was an excellent zither player. But asking him to learn my tune and then play it again was not easy. Is there any song that is both classical and easy to play with a repetitive tune...?

Got it! I suddenly had an idea, so I hummed a few lines in his ear, looked him straight in the eye, and asked, "Sir, do you remember these few main lines? You can play with them as you like."

He looked at me, smiled, and said, "Okay."

Somehow, as long as he says it's okay, I inexplicably feel that it will really be okay. I don't know if he used the magic of words, otherwise why would I feel so at ease?

At this time, Feng Long, who had been observing us for a long time, finally couldn't hold back and asked loudly: "What's going on over there?"