Pastoral Trifles: The Poor Girl Turns Over

Chapter 493 Entering Beijing 3
Song Fanhua's face was very ugly, and he looked at the word Shen Fu coldly, until the man beside him urged them to follow, and then they walked towards the gate together.

Entering the courtyard smoothly, a huge stone screen at the entrance is carved with a lifelike picture of cranes drinking water, bypassing the screen, the scene in the courtyard appears in front of you, surrounded by pines and cypresses, and there are many rockeries.

The girls walking down the promenade in front of the house are wearing short gowns and long skirts embroidered with silver silk thread. They all wear silver hairpins and some small hairpins on their heads. Although the styles are different, they are all extraordinary things.
It's just that even the girls are dressed more exquisitely than Cheng Huan and Song Fanhua. The man stood in the middle of the road and made a gesture of invitation. Song Fanhua suppressed his uneasiness and walked forward. Cheng Huan naturally followed closely. by your side.

As soon as he walked up the stairs, he saw a middle-aged man in stable but equally luxurious clothes walking quickly from a distance. After walking in, he immediately knelt down on one knee and saluted Song Fanhua, "Slave Shen Sheng has seen Master Biao!"

"Please get up quickly!" Song Fanhua hurriedly stretched out his hand to get him up, and looked sideways at Cheng Huan, with a little helplessness in his eyes.

Cheng Huan smiled at him as a way to encourage him. Shen Sheng smiled and said, "Master has been looking forward to your coming. I heard that you are going to enter the city this morning, so I sent my servants to welcome you!"

Song Fanhua nodded. Seeing that he was nervous, Shen Sheng turned around and led the way forward. After passing the first door, another person appeared. This person was about 20 years old. He was a man in gorgeous and exaggerated clothes. After taking a look at Song Fanhua and Cheng Huan, he walked around them in the direction they came from.

Shen Sheng didn't introduce it, and Song Fanhua didn't ask too many questions, so he followed Shen Sheng with his head down and continued walking.

After walking through about two doors, they entered a small courtyard with complicated and luxurious decorations. What was even more amazing was that it was already winter, and there were still several pots of unknown flowers in the courtyard.

At this time, the flowers are in full bloom, red, green, pink and yellow, very beautiful.

Cheng Huan took a look, curled his lips and thought: What a luxury!

Stepping up the stairs and opening the heavy door curtain, another maid came out to welcome her. Her appearance was not inferior to that of Zhenhua in Penglai Town, and her voice was even more melodious. After saluting Song Fanhua, she said softly, "Master Biao, please wait a moment." Wait, servant girl will inform you immediately!"　
"Thank you!" Song Fanhua replied in a deep voice, standing at the door carefully looking at the furnishings in the house, but the small hall at the entrance was even more luxurious than the reception hall in the backyard of the county government office.

Cheng Huan's eyes kept rolling. As far as the family's etiquette and attitude are concerned, it is a kind and polite family. At least until now, judging from the eyes and behavior of the servants, they will not make people feel embarrassed or inferior.

There was no time to think about other things, and soon the maid opened the door curtain and walked out, "Master Biao has been waiting for a long time, Master invites you in!"

As he spoke, he glanced at Cheng Huan and bowed politely.

"Okay!" Song Fanhua agreed softly, and the maid led Song Fanhua and Cheng Huan into the house.

The room is very warm, and there is a stove in the middle for heating. Cheng Huan was about to take another look, when Song Che's eager voice came, "Prosperity!"

"Father, are you okay!" Song Fanhua didn't care about anything else, he pulled Song Che up and down to look up and down, Song Che hurriedly shook his head, "Father is okay!"

"How is your journey?" Song Che looked at Song Fanhua happily, his eyes filled with excitement and some inexplicable anxiety, Song Fanhua nodded vigorously: "Well, it's very good, Dad, Huaner, we came together! On the way, there are people and horses arranged by the governor to take care of everything."

(End of this chapter)