Dong Gong Mei

Chapter 390 Robbery in broad daylight
It was Sishi, the court meeting was over, and the officials with their sleeves folded and stern faces came out of Chengtian Gate one after another.

From the upper court to the next court, there was no food for three hours before and after, and the officials were already hungry.

As soon as they returned to their respective government offices, the most important thing was not to review official documents, but to go straight to the long street—to eat breakfast.

The aroma of wine is overflowing, the smell of tea is fluttering, and there are ice and snow cold drinks that are offered all year round.

Officials dressed in red and purple stepped into the store, picked their favorite seats and sat down, and immediately a waiter warmly held a pot of hot tea and said with a friendly smile: "My lord, this is ebony tea specially prepared for you , how do you feel after drinking it?"

"Thank you."

"Trouble."

"It's work."

"Here, the reward money, take it to drink."

The majestic officials on weekdays are very kind and friendly to these mistresses. After all, those who can open a shop in this street are either powerful or their relatives. Don't look at just a small running hall, maybe the backer behind them is better than I am still big!

Coupled with the fact that the censors in charge of the pickets often come and go, laughing and cursing, it may become evidence of impeachment above the court.The officials are all human beings, how could they make themselves feel uncomfortable in front of the emperor?
After they each ordered food, Xiaoer opened his throat and said to the back kitchen:

"Master Huang of the Taishi Academy, one serving of fresh shrimp porridge, packed—"

"Master Liang of Honglu Temple, a bowl of small wontons in chicken soup, packed—"

"Master Yushitai Zhou, eight flax cakes, packed—"

"Shangshutai Master Tang, two bowls of beef noodles, put more beef and more noodles!"

"..."

The veiled woman stood quietly in front of the window, looked at the officials downstairs, and laughed again: "Heh..."

But when he turned around, the smile stopped abruptly.

The morning light was like gold, and a woman came slowly from downstairs.

She wore a spring green dress and a white cloak. When she moved, the hem of the skirt rippled like clear waves in a lake.

Slender as a willow in spring, tall and straight as a pine in the snow.

She came upstairs, took a seat, untied the tie around her neck, and removed the fluffy fox fur, revealing a ruddy face.

The color is like peach and apricot, and it is much more charming than ordinary women.

She took the tea from her companion, took a sip, and then said with a smile, "Thank you, Sister Qiao!"

The sound is soft and pure, like the jasper wind chime on the corner of the eaves.

"Sister Wei, you're being polite!" Her companion laughed, then took her hand, and said in surprise, "What's wrong with your neck?"

"Ah..." She exclaimed, clasped her collar with her hands, and gave her companion a half-annoyed look: "Drink your tea well!"

This is a pair of extremely delicate almond eyes.

The light in his eyes came slowly, full of looking forward, like a galaxy of stars, silver and silver, hiding all the romance in the sky.

The woman in the veiled hat couldn't help but stare deeply, and then sat under the window as if nothing had happened.

Cui Yurong was still curious: "It's warm upstairs, sister Wei, why are you still covering your neck?"

Qiao Yunqian was smarter than her, and tapped her forehead lightly with his hand: "Eat your tea, you don't care what happened to her neck." He covered his mouth and smiled, and handed over a box: "Sister Wei, look at me! What good things did I bring you!"

Zhao Xiwei opened the box curiously, saw that it was an account book, opened it slowly, and his eyes suddenly lit up: "Sister Yunqian, you are really amazing!"

On this, the expenditure items required by the store are carefully classified and listed, and those key items are carefully marked in red, and the solutions are marked in detail in small letters with hairpin flowers.

Qiao Yunqian is knowledgeable, insightful, and most importantly, talented.

The operation of this teahouse is in charge of such a person, she can rest assured...

Thinking of this, she couldn't help asking curiously: "Yunqian, have you ever done business before? You seem to be very sophisticated!"

Qiao Yun smiled slightly, and said openly: "To tell you the truth, sister Wei, this is my first attempt. In order to make this account book well, I have consulted all the proprietresses on this street!"

Cui Yurong nodded again and again: "And me and me! It's the business roster I got from my father! Sister Wei, don't forget me for the year-end bonus!"

Zhao Xi smiled and pinched her face: "Your share is indispensable."

She turned over another page of the ledger, raised her head thoughtfully, and asked, "But why do you need a roster?"

"Without this roster, how could Yunqian get the information of those proprietresses?"

Zhao Xi nodded slightly, paused, and then patted her head reassuringly: "You seem to have forgotten that all the firms in the capital are very familiar with Yunqian..."

"The whole capital...is familiar?" Cui Yurong was shocked, and suddenly remembered something, and slapped his forehead: "Yes! Why did I forget, all the shopkeepers are rushing to please Mr. Qiao!!"

Clenching his fists again, his face was full of grief: "It's a waste of half a catty of ginger! Woohoo!"

"Ginger?" This time it was Zhao Xiwei's turn to be shocked.

Qiao Yun said with a slight smile: "To beg her father, she wiped her eyes with ginger and cried half a vat of tears!"

"Puff!" Zhao Xiwei couldn't help laughing out loud.

It's just that this smile didn't last long, a flash of snow flashed in front of his eyes, and two women stood there for no reason.

They were dressed in white, with cold faces, and asked indifferently: "I heard that you want to sell this teahouse?"

Zhao Xiwei didn't react for a while, and was taken aback for a moment: "What do you mean?"

This teahouse is not owned by her, but by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

During this daze, the faces of the two white-clothed women became even colder: "Miss, please go back, the teahouse belongs to us now."

"What is yours?"

Before Zhao Xiwei could speak, Cui Yurong suddenly stood up: "In broad daylight, don't you want to rob me!"

"You guessed it right." The two of them threw away the short knives in their hands, with solemn expressions, "If the girl gives us this shop, I will compensate you 100 taels of silver. If you don't give it, we will have to rob it!"

"grab?"

As soon as this remark came out, the rest of the guests upstairs turned pale with fright, "pat" dropped the teacup in their hands, grabbed the hem of their clothes and rushed downstairs: "It's not good, it's not good! Someone is robbing!"

With a loud shout, two figures approached under the window.

"Cha-"

Jian Guang unsheathed and stabbed straight out.

The two women in white sneered, and swung the short knives in their hands, and they were about to point at Zhao Xiwei's throat.

"Kuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu whom two swords came across, silver light intertwined.

The two white-clothed women hurriedly dodged to dodge, the two long swords suddenly lifted, the tip of the sword writhed like a dragon, with a little bit of cold light, from top to bottom, stabbing at the lower abdomen with lightning speed.

"Pfft——" blood spurted out, and the two women in white were stunned for a moment, and the dagger fell to the ground with a "bang".

Yuan Ce and Yang Yi are both top experts, so there must be no reason to show mercy.The long sword made another point, and it was about to stab the heart.

"Xu, xiu," two times, suddenly two objects flew in the air, impartially, and hit the hilts of their swords respectively.

The two white-clothed women looked happy and were about to get away when a dozen people rushed in.

"Come on, take this robber down!" Yang Yi shouted coldly, and the hidden guards surrounded the two women.

"Slow—" A cold voice sounded.

Everyone turned their heads to look, only to see a person standing under the window.

He was dressed in sky blue clothes and a blue veiled hat.

(End of this chapter)