After I traveled through the book, I fought back in the Hou Mansion

Looking at his unquestionable expression, Luo Shuiyao hesitated for a moment and then nodded gently, her eyes full of gratitude. She said, "Well... okay, just consider it as me lending it to you. I will definitely pay you back when I have money in the future." Her voice was soft but firm.

After saying that, Luo Shuiyao turned to the female shopkeeper, bowed slightly, and said politely: "Could you please bring me a piece of paper and pen so I can write an IOU." Her attitude was sincere and humble.

Seeing Luo Shuiyao like this, the female shopkeeper's eyes flashed with interest. She raised her eyes and glanced at her young master Ye Yunzhou, thinking to herself, this girl is quite special.

Seeing that her young master had no reaction, she said to Luo Shuiyao, "Of course you can."

After that, she turned around and shouted to the side: "Huzi, come here."

The waiter who had been peeking out from a distance trotted forward a few steps and asked respectfully, "Boss, is there anything I can do for you?

The female shopkeeper smiled at him and said, "Of course there is something going on. Go get two pieces of paper and a pen and bring them to the backyard."

Hu Zi quickly agreed, bowed and ran to the side.

The female shopkeeper slightly turned sideways and pointed forward, "Young Master, Miss, please follow me."

She led the two of them through the business hall and into a guest room in the backyard.

This room is furnished with antique tables and chairs, and various calligraphy and paintings are hung on the four walls. The incense burner is burning with curling green smoke, which makes it look particularly comfortable. It looks like a reception room, exuding elegance and tranquility everywhere.

After the two of them sat down, the shopkeeper leisurely lifted the kettle of warm tea. With a slight flick of her wrist, the tea flowed out like a wisp of silk, precisely poured into two exquisite teacups.

In an instant, the aroma hit my nose and the whole room was filled with the rich fragrance of tea.

Then, she gently pushed the teacup in front of the two of them, and then she smiled and said, "Miss, how should I address you?"

There was a gentle curiosity in her eyes and her voice was soft, like a spring breeze, making people feel very friendly.

Luo Shuiyao answered her with a smile, "Hello, sister. My family calls me Yaoyao. Today, you and I feel like we've known each other for a long time. You can call me Yaoyao too." Her smile was like a flower blooming in spring, bright and warm.

Ye Yunzhou thought to himself that this person's name was somewhat similar to her appearance. She was like the clear spring water in the mountains, smart and pure. The name "Yaoyao" also gave people a beautiful feeling.

The female shopkeeper smiled and said, "It's my honor. Young lady and I have a great affinity, and I don't know why I like you so much. Since we meet here today, there's no need for so much formality. My name is Fang Yue Niang, you can just call me Sister Yue Niang."

Her eyes were full of sincerity, and her words revealed her love for Luo Shuiyao.

Seeing Fang Yueniang's sincere expression, Luo Shuiyao couldn't help but feel a little shy. She pursed her lips slightly, looking as charming and charming as a budding flower in spring. Then, she called out softly, "Sister Yueniang."

The voice was soft and melodious, with a hint of shyness and intimacy.

Fang Yueniang's face suddenly broke into a warm smile, that smile was like bright sunshine, instantly illuminating the entire room. She responded happily: "Hey!"

Her voice sounded light and cheerful. She had always wanted a delicate and soft sister since she was a child, but she had never gotten what she wanted. She didn't expect that someone would recognize her as "sister" today. This made her extremely happy, and for a moment she even forgot about her own young master.

It was not until she felt a hint of coldness coming from her side that she suddenly put away her smile, glanced at her young master cautiously, and coughed lightly.

"Ahem..."

After clearing his throat, he pretended not to notice the cold face of his young master. Then he said to Luo Shuiyao: "Sister Yaoyao, where are you from?

Luo Shuiyao didn't notice the strange atmosphere between them at all. She lowered her eyes slightly, her eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings, and said slowly, "I'm from Qingshui Town and going to Kyoto to stay with my relatives." Her voice was soft, with a hint of sadness.

Fang Yueniang frowned, a look of concern on her face, and asked, "Are you going to Kyoto to seek refuge with your relatives? Are all your family members..." Upon hearing this, Luo Shuiyao showed a tearful expression on her face, which made the two people around her feel distressed.

She choked slightly and said, "Both my parents are dead. I have a family of relatives in Kyoto. Seeing that I was alone and helpless, they wanted to take me in. That's why I followed the caravan to seek refuge with them." Her words were full of sadness and helplessness, as if they could break one's heart.

After hearing what Luo Shuiyao said, Fang Yueniang felt a surge of pity in her heart. She gently held Luo Shuiyao's hand and said softly, "Sister Yaoyao, you've suffered so much. But don't worry, I'm here with you and I won't let you suffer any more injustice."

Luo Shuiyao felt Fang Yueniang's warmth, tears glistened in her eyes, and she said gratefully, "Sister Yueniang, you are so kind. With your words, I feel much more at ease."

Fang Yueniang smiled and patted Luo Shuiyao's hand, then asked, "Did you have a smooth journey? Did you encounter any trouble?"

Luo Shuiyao shook her head and said, "The journey was quite smooth, I was just a little tired. But it was my luck to meet Sister Yue Niang and Master."

Fang Yueniang smiled and said, "It's all fate. When you get to Kyoto, if you have any difficulties, feel free to come and see me."

Luo Shuiyao nodded vigorously. At this moment, her heart was filled with emotion. She was truly grateful for Fang Yueniang's concern.

"Knock knock." The crisp and rhythmic knock on the door came slowly, like a jumping note, breaking the original tranquility in the room.

The clerk named Hu Zi cautiously poked his head in, his face full of respect, and said softly, "Boss, here are the paper and pen you requested."

Upon hearing the voice, Fang Yue Niang stood up gracefully, took the paper and pen from Hu Zi with light steps, then turned around and handed the paper and pen to Luo Shuiyao.

Luo Shuiyao took the paper and pen with both hands and thanked her softly.

She gently spread the paper on the table. The snow-white paper was like a pure world, quietly waiting for her to use words to outline a beautiful picture.

Luo Shuiyao gently held the pen, she raised her wrist slightly, and the elegant and graceful small calligraphy with hairpin flowers appeared on the paper like a lively elf.

After Luo Shuiyao finished writing, she gently picked up the paper and blew on it. Then, she solemnly handed the paper to Ye Yunzhou, her eyes full of gratitude.

Then, she turned to Fang Yue Niang and said, "Sister Yue Niang, please be a witness for us today."

Fang Yueniang raised her eyebrows, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she said softly, "Of course.