The two of them chatted and laughed as they walked in the alley. Little Seven's index finger gently stroked the nine-section whip around her waist while Mo Jiaojiao continued to chatter. After a while, they arrived at the Vermilion Bird Street in the north of the city. There were people on both sides of the street, all kinds of people. Mo Jiaojiao pulled Little Seven into an alley. As soon as they stepped in, they could smell a sweet fragrance. It was light but not lacking in sweetness. It scattered in this ancient alley.
This was the dusk that Little Seven would never forget. When the feeling of falling in love at first sight slid across Little Seven's fragile heart, she decided that in this life, she would definitely carry forward the spirit of drinking tofu flowers.
Little Seven, who was sitting on the small wooden table, looked curiously at the girls around her. She didn't understand why so many girls liked to drink tofu pudding like her! Among them were some young ladies from official families. Mo Jiaojiao had once said that the young ladies of the official family were the most pretentious and pretentious. They usually looked down on tofu flowers, which they called lowly food.
"Little Seven, they are all staring at us!”Mo Jiaojiao's face was filled with pride. She opened the folding fan in her hand and started to fan it slowly.
"It's not very cold. Why are you fanning yourself? " Look at us…our tofu pudding hasn't been served yet…" Mo Jiaojiao was speechless when she heard Little Seven's words.
"Ah Zhen, a bowl of tofu pudding. Two young masters, I wonder if you can share a table?”A man dressed in black robes sat opposite Little Seven. Although his tone was gentle and refined, his actions didn't have any intention of asking. This man had a jade-like face, which was even better than Little Seven's six brothers who each had their own merits. He had a graceful demeanor, a smile on his lips, and a frivolous smile on his limpid eyes. His entire person was 30% flirtatious, 30% free, and 40% frivolous. He was holding a twelve-jade bone fracture fan. The fan frame looked translucent green, and there was only one word on the fan's surface, which was 'phoenix'. Little Seven secretly pouted. Another prodigal young master, and a coquettish fellow who shared the same interests as Mo Jiaojiao...
"Young masters, the tofu pudding you wanted. Enjoy."
A gentle voice rang out from above Little Seven's head. Before Little Seven could raise her head, she saw a pair of fair and slender hands holding a fine porcelain bowl placed in front of her. Her gaze unconsciously followed the pair of hands. Mo Jiaojiao did not notice it at all and was only focused on the fragrant tofu flower. Little Seven thought that the owner of the pair of hands would leave, but she did not expect to hear it on the shoulder of the frivolous man. Then, she felt someone lifting his robe and sitting down on her left side. The pure white robe entered Little Seven's eyes. Her gaze followed the robe and slowly climbed up. It went around the waist that was tied with a thin white belt, the arm that was naturally placed on the table, the white sleeves that were embroidered with purple roses, and then the pair of well-defined hands. Under the reflection of the evening sun, the shiny nails shone in Little Seven's eyes. Little Seven could not help but shift her gaze to the man's face...
"Zhifeng, you're in such a good mood. If I remember correctly, you only come to my place to drink tofu pudding once a year.”Her voice was as slow as spring water as it flowed out from her thin lips. It was just a side profile. Little Seven thought, how could there be such a beautiful side profile in this world! Her lines were distinct, and from the side, one could still see a pair of extremely good-looking and seductive red phoenix eyes. Under the tall nose bridge was what her master once said was cold and thin. Her master said that although men's thin lips were very good-looking, they also had a cold and thin face. Her jaw was smooth and clean, and there were a few strands of black hair hanging down from her slender neck. When the wind blew, it seemed to have wrapped around Little Seven's fragile heart.
"Little Seven, what are you looking at? I'm drooling!" Mo Jiaojiao's authentic Jiangnan accent brought Little Seven back to reality. Little Seven's fair little face immediately turned completely red. She lowered her head and didn't dare to touch the tofu flower in front of her. Following Mo Jiaojiao's call, the two men turned their gazes to them. The frivolous man smiled as he looked at Mo Jiaojiao, who was eating happily, and said,""Young Master is from Yangzhou?"
"Can't you tell?" Mo Jiaojiao said disdainfully. My Yangzhou accent is so authentic!”Little Seven immediately took the opportunity to raise her head and nod at the two men. At the same time, she looked at the man called Ah Zhen. He also saw Little Seven's gaze shift over to him, and his eyes filled with a gentle smile as he gently lowered his head towards Little Seven. The temperature on Little Seven's face that had just gone down climbed up again and it even extended to her neck. She smiled at him and immediately lowered her head, wishing she could bury her face in the bowl.
"Coincidentally, I am also from Yangzhou. Which family is Young Master from in Yangzhou? Perhaps our two families are family friends!”The black-robed man casually poked the tofu flower in the bowl and said slowly. He scooped up another spoonful and put it into his mouth. Her fair hands and the porcelain spoon were as fair as one another!
Upon hearing this, Mo Jiaojiao finally looked up at the black-robed man carefully. The more she looked, the more she felt something was wrong. There was a sense of familiarity between her brows, but it did not seem to be the person she was thinking of. Although her childhood impression of him was shallow, there were still some traces of him. He was definitely not like this frivolous and flirtatious man in front of her…
"Zhifeng, Shu Family's Second Young Master, Shu Zhifeng.”
" Bang!" The three of them turned to look at Little Seven, but they couldn't see her anymore. Old Man Xu, Little Seven's hand was on the edge of the table. She struggled to sit back down on the stool and smiled awkwardly at Ah Zhen. He seemed to be stunned for a moment, but in the blink of an eye, he returned to his gentle appearance. Little Seven had fallen in love…Mo Jiaojiao held her forehead helplessly and sighed in her heart. Little Seven, do you have to be so useless!
The Second Young Master of the Shu Family had left the only son of the Shu Family to wander around when he was twelve years old. Mo Jiaojiao had only seen Shu Zhifeng a few times, let alone Little Seven who had lived in Emei for a long time. Even Shu San, who was engaged to her as a child and stayed in Yangzhou all year round, had never seen her before, let alone Shu Er, who had always been elusive. Mo Jiaojiao took a big gulp of tofu pudding and said,""Never heard of it. My brother and I are farmers in the countryside of Yangzhou. We don't know any Shu family!”
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