Tomb Robbery: Immortality starts from Laojiumen

“This restaurant’s osmanthus cake and peach blossom cake are both signatures.”

The dusk sunlight shines on his face, his fair cheeks are like fine white porcelain, his delicate facial features are carefully outlined like ink pens, and his face that is not fully opened reveals a sense of indistinguishable male and female.

Zhang Qishan's eyes moved from his face to his embroidered collar, guessing that the young master in front of him must come from a wealthy family.

"To be honest, I think your brother's eyebrows are extraordinary, and he will definitely have great fortunes in the future. I came here to ask for a favor in advance."

The words coming out of his lips and tongue seemed to be covered with a thick layer of frosting and sweet sauce, making people feel better involuntarily.

Zhang Qishan is no exception.

His heart, which had always been heavy and filled with haze, was finally cleared of some clouds, and golden sunlight penetrated through the gaps, illuminating the darkness in his heart.

He took the cake in front of him and showed a long-lost smile to the young man in front of him.

"I hope you didn't see the wrong person."

Cong Ye raised his eyebrows slightly, and the young man's spirit overflowed.

"I never see the wrong person."

The man in front of him has flying eyebrows, eyes like cold stars, extraordinary handsomeness, and a strong and slender figure.

Although his clothes were slightly disheveled, his whole person was like an unsheathed sword.

Cong is also an angel investor.

After exchanging names, Cong Ye felt proud.

Zhang Qishan, isn't this the name of the leading actor of Lao Jiumen?

Although he hasn't seen it, the actor still knows it.

As expected of him, he has extraordinary eyesight.

"Cong Ye!"

Across the central street, Huo Xiangu waved to him:

"If you don't go to the opera house, the show will be over soon!"

Cong also looked at the sun that was about to disappear on the ridge in the distance, and told Huo Xiangu in his heart that the play was over.

At this time, the masters began to remove makeup.

After waving to Zhang Qishan, Cong Ye walked to Huo Xiangu and went to the Liyuan together.

Although it is impossible to listen to it, it is still possible to go home with the master.

It’s not a trip in vain.

Huo Xiangu walked beside Cong Ye and glanced curiously at the place where Zhang Qishan was before:

"Cong Ye, who is he?"

Cong Ye shook his head.

Huo Xiangu immediately opened her eyes: "I don't know you, but you go up to him and buy something for him!"

Cong Yi said nonchalantly: "Some snacks are not valuable."

Huo Xiangu frowned: "Is this a question of whether it's worth it? How many people come to Changsha every day? There's a mixed bag of forces..."

Although Huo Xiangu is only 15 years old, she is mentally mature.

He taught Cong Yelai non-stop, completely treating Congye as a three-year-old child.

"I see."

"You do not know."

Cong Ye: "..."

Arrive at the pear garden.

Sure enough, all the guests in the hall dispersed.

Huo Xiangu took the initiative to stop in the hall.

Only close people could enter a place like the backstage, so she would not take the initiative to get in trouble.

Cong Ye lifted the bead curtain and looked at Er Erhong sitting in front of the mirror.

"master."

A smile spread across his lips and he walked behind Er Erhong.

February Hong was only wearing a thin white undershirt, and there was a heavy costume on the wooden stand next to her.

The imperial concubine's crown on her head has not yet been removed, and the pearl on her forehead is trembling slightly.

There was a hint of surprise in his pupils.

He gently took off the Bu Yao from his hair and asked, "Why are you free to come to the Liyuan today?"

Because of her singing skills, Er Erhong's voice is a little more delicate than that of an ordinary adult man.

It sounds like water soothing.

"Don't I want to go home with the master?"

Could Cong also say that he met a strange man on the road and delayed watching the movie?

If he really wanted to say it out, Er Erhong wouldn't have to talk about him again.

"Humph."

Although Er Erhong has known about Cong Ye's sweet mouth for a long time, she still has no ability to resist after so many years.

Especially as this kid grows more and more evil.

With such a face and sweet words, there are probably not many people in the world who can remain indifferent.

Cong Ye helped Er Erhong take off the complicated imperial concubine's headband.

Er Erhong quickly removed her makeup. Under the exaggerated makeup, she had a handsome face that was charming just by looking at her eyebrows.

"We'll have dinner outside later. What do you want to eat?"

February red is covered with a begonia red gown.

Cong Ye touched his chin and thought for a while: "Let's eat noodles. It's been a long time since I've eaten noodles."

I haven’t seen the girl for more than two months. I don’t know how the girl is doing.

Er Erhong paused while hanging the jade pendant on her chest and asked with unclear meaning: "Is it the girl's house again?"

Cong Ye nodded without any discomfort in his expression: "Girl, that noodle stall is delicious."

Er Erhong plucked the jade ears and walked towards the door with Cong.

"You can be regarded as coming out."

Huo Xiangu hurriedly ran to Cong Ye's side. After seeing Er Erhong on the other side of Cong Ye, the expression on her face calmed down and she took on a bit of ladylike dignity:

"Second Master."

Cong Ye was speechless and choked.

Once again, he was slandered by Huo Xiangu's change of attitude.

Er Erhong nodded coldly and looked at Cong Ye.

Cong also understood the meaning in Er Er's red eyes and took the initiative to ask Huo Xiangu:

"Master and I will go eat noodles later, will you go?"

Huo Xiangu narrowed her eyes, and her voice seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth:

"Don't tell me you're going to eat at that noodle stall, girl."

Cong didn't answer. He blinked and looked at Huo Xiangu sincerely.

Huo Xian read the affirmative answer from his eyes.

"Eat it yourself!"

Huo Xiangu lowered her voice, drew an angry arc on her carefully trimmed eyebrows, turned around and left, her footsteps sounding as if they were crushing the floor.

Er Erhong coughed twice, shook her head at her bewildered apprentice, and took the lead in walking ahead.

"Master, wait for me."

Cong also ran up and followed him.

“We’re going to eat noodles later, do you want to have Li Ji’s pickles on the side?”

Er Erhong asked him.

Cong Ye's eyes shone: "Yes!"

Er Yue's eyes were red with a smile: "Then let's go to Li's to buy some."

"it is good!"

Cong also nodded.

Li Ji's pickled vegetables are delicious, and when paired with the noodles from Yatou Noodle Stall, they are no worse than Yuloudong's main dishes.

On the way to the noodle stall for the pickles, Er Erhong asked him tentatively:

"How is your relationship with Fairy Girl?"

"pretty good."

Cong Ye looked at Er Erhong with some confusion, "Master, why do you ask this?"

Er Erhong simply stopped hiding it and told Cong Ye directly:

"Some time ago, the third wife of the Huo family came to test me about the Huo family's plan to marry the Hong family..."

Before Er Yue Hong could finish her words, she heard a coughing sound next to her.

Cong almost choked to death.

Seeing that he was choking so much that red clouds flew over his face, Er Erhong patted his back and said in a rather helpless tone:

"What's the rush? I'm just asking."

Cong Ye quickly refused:

"Master, don't agree!"

"If the Hong Mansion and the Huo Mansion must get married, then it should be you and Sister Jin Xi, Master Hardworking!"

Er Erhong's face changed, her eyes threatening: "Me and Sanniang?"

Cong Ye: "..."

Why are you angry again?

Even his master was not satisfied with a beauty like Sister Jin Xi.

Don't be too picky.

Otherwise, he will become a bachelor for life, and his master will cry.