Chapter 813: Queen Kunling conquered the first generation to supervise 6
Hearing the footsteps, Zhou Zhuangshi stood up abruptly, waved the note in his hand at Shu Ange and shouted excitedly, "My sister, you're back."
When Shu Ange left in the morning, Mrs. Zhou and Zhou Zhuangshi were still lying on the bed. When they woke up and saw that she was not there, they scolded Xiaocui for a while, and were very worried that she would run away.
Zhou Zhuangshi breathed a sigh of relief now that he had come back. He shook the note in his hand and said, "Sister Meiyun, today the troupe has sent a note for you to order at the Central Plains Hotel in the evening. Come from out of town. Our distinguished guests are going to hold a banquet, and Dashuai He said that the famous Kun Ling from Peiping should be present."
Suddenly receiving such a note, Shu Ange was a little strange and asked, "I'm not sick, why did you let me go?"
Mrs. Zhou stepped out of the room, sighed and said, "We said that the girl was ill, and the sender of the note insisted on seeing you. You happened to be away from home, so he was sure that we had wronged him."
Shu Ange listened to these words, and then contacted the news in the newspaper, and the name Dashuai He could also match the number.
"Go out and inquire, have you received this note for anyone with a little name?"
Zhou Zhuangshi glanced at Mrs. Zhou, she patted her thigh and said, "Yes, Zhuangshi, go and find out. If others don't go, we won't go either."
"Okay, I'll go right now."
Zhou Dazhuang shoved the note into his arms, picked up a little black hat and put it on his head, and hurriedly rushed outside.
Mrs. Zhou smiled and greeted Shu Ange into the room. She took the words and said, "Girl is just a little sick. It's easy to catch cold when you go out early in the morning. If you have anything, you can't let mom and your brother do it."
She glanced at the newspaper in Shu An Singer and boasted: "I often tell people that our Meiyun is different from others. Other girls only like beautiful clothes and jewelry, but my Meiyun can write and read. Report!"
When Zhou Pozhi spoke, she put her thumb up, exaggerating to the extreme.
She held Shu Ange like this, of course, she wanted to coax her to go to the dance.
With so many noble people, if any of them fell in love with Meiyun, their family would be able to rise to the fore.
Shu Ange rolled up the newspaper, wiped the sweat from his temples with a handkerchief, and deliberately pretended to be weak and said, "The sun is so hot, I'm dizzy, I'll lie down in the room for a while."
She walked into the back room, Madam Zhou wanted to say something, opened her mouth and swallowed it into her stomach.
Mrs. Zhou grew up watching Zhou Meiyun. She has a headache and is always more delicate and willful than usual. If she forced her to talk at this time, she would inevitably hit a nail.
When Shu Ange entered the house, Mrs. Zhou moved a round stool and sat under the tree in the courtyard, smoking the soil while thinking about her thoughts.
She raised a son of a debt collector, and she had a copper in her pocket, and she wanted to try her luck at the casino.
Ten bets and nine loses, not to mention that Zhou Zhuangshi doesn't know any gambling skills at all, he just gambles with people in a confused way.
When Mrs. Zhou thought about this, her heart ached with anger, but she had no choice. She was the only son. How could she feel at ease if she didn't watch him pass on from generation to generation.
She exhaled a smoke ring and carefully calculated how to get more money out of Zhou Meiyun.
Shu Ange slept in the room for a while, took a book from the original owner's previous collection, placed it on the pillow and read it again.
In the middle of the afternoon, Zhou Zhuangshi walked around in a circle and turned back. He danced with joy to talk to Shu Ange and Mrs. Zhou. Outside, everyone said how generous He Dashuai was, and how many distinguished guests came to this banquet.
In his sense, Zhou Meiyun was lucky to receive the note, and he was close to those famous characters at the banquet, and he was guaranteed to be famous in the future.
Zhou Zhuangshi's spittle was flying, and Shu Ange estimated that she would have to go there, so she waved her hand: "I'll change into clothes, dress up a little and go, dragging my sick face over there, I'm afraid I'll offend people. ."
"Hehe, Meiyun sister is the moon Chang'e mentioned in the play, she looks beautiful no matter what she wears."
Zhou Zhuang gave a sincere compliment, and Mrs. Zhou grabbed his arm and pulled her out, then smiled and said, "Mom is stupid, do you want to be here and fight for you."
"No, I'll do it myself."
Madam Zhou snorted and didn't leave. She pulled the stool and planned to sit on the side and watch Shu Ange put on makeup.
Shu Ange put on his underwear, washed his face first, then sat in front of the apricot-yellow pear wood dresser, pulled out the original owner's vanishing cream, fragrance powder, eyebrow pencil and rouge, and painted an elegant makeup in a short while.
"The girl is really a pair of ingenious hands, and she's lovable wherever she goes."
Shu Ange put down his mouth fat and said to Mrs. Zhou in the mirror, "I'm going to change clothes, you should avoid it first."
Mrs. Zhou observed Shu Ange's careful makeup, expecting that she would not change her mind again, so she walked out embarrassingly.
Shu Ange opened the vertical wardrobe. The original owner was shy, and there were only two decent clothes for the banquet. One was a high-slit cheongsam with embroidered flowers at the pea-green neckline, and the other was an aqua blue dress.
Without hesitation, she took out the dress with her arms exposed.
Women in this era like to wear cheongsam, thinking that they are reserved and can show their waists, but they think that the white arms of dresses are not enough to be reserved.
Shu Ange thought the exact opposite. She thought that wearing a cheongsam should always prevent it from disappearing, and it would be better to wear a dress neatly.
After changing his clothes, Shu Ange braided his black and shiny hair with a fish-white headband, leaving only a few bangs in the front. The combination of Chinese and Western is beautiful.
She carried a small Kun bag not much bigger than a slap, with a vanity mirror, powder box and rouge in it, a clean silk handkerchief in her hand, and went out the door.
Zhou Zhuangshi was squatting in the yard eating chicken legs, his mouth was full of oil, when he heard footsteps, he looked back and shouted, "My dear, the girl is really like a fairy."
"I'm going to the Central Plains Hotel. The people who go there today are all nobles. It's easy to be picked on by people when it's late."
"Let your brother and Xiao Cui follow you, and they can also run errands for you."
Madam Zhou said attentively, and Shu Ange, considering the special situation today, nodded and took Zhou Zhuangshi and Xiao Cui to go out together.
Before leaving, she did not forget to tell Zhou Zhuangshi to pay attention to his eyes, mouth and legs when he arrived at the Central Plains Hotel, and not to turn around and make trouble.
The three took a rickshaw and got off the car when they were still 200 meters away from the Central Plains Hotel.
Just because the road is very busy today, cars, convertibles, rickshaws and rubber cars have stopped all the way, and it is difficult to get in through the densely packed convoy.
In front of the hotel, the stream is full of people, and the hotel is carrying the Chinese national flag and the smaller Wan national flag.
Xiao Cui was too scared to speak, and Zhou Zhuang honestly followed behind Shu Ange.
(Ah, the male protagonist will come out in the next chapter)