My god, I have a nosebleed.

Twenty-three taels and five cents of silver.

Converted into copper coins, it would be fifty-six thousand four hundred coins!

Chen Baoxiang's monthly salary was only six hundred coins. For such a meal, she had to save for seven or eight years without eating or drinking.

Where could she get so much money?

"Well, they should come back." She laughed dryly at the waiter, "Why don't you wait a little longer?"

The waiter rolled his eyes and said with a fake smile: "I don't know whether they will come back, but if you don't have money, the officials will definitely come."

Send them to the government? That would be so embarrassing.

Chen Baoxiang hurriedly shouted in her heart: Great Immortal, can you turn them into silver?

The Great Immortal replied lazily: No.

It's over.

In an instant, Chen Baoxiang even thought about the rest of her life. First, she went to the government to get twenty boards, and then was dragged back to Zhaixing Tower to wash dishes. When she couldn't wash anymore, she was pushed to the street to kneel, with a straw sign fluttering in the wind stuck on her head——- That's it.

The immortal interrupted her fantasy.

- Bring me the paper and pen from his tray.

She asked pitifully: "Should I write a contract of sale? I can't read."

How come I can't even read a word?

Zhang Zhixu was even more disgusted.

But since he was enjoying the meal, he still took the paper and pen and rolled up his sleeves to write.

Lin Guilan's group was waiting at the corner outside. They expected that Chen Baoxiang would not be able to finish the scene. When the waiter started to yell and curse, there would be a good show in the Zhaixing Tower.

But while they were waiting, the waiter actually came out happily, and while returning the money, he bowed to the house: "Okay, I'll go to settle the bill right away."

Everyone looked at each other, and hurriedly pulled the waiter to the corner, and whispered: "Call the bill, whose bill is she accumulating?"

The waiter said tactfully: "There are rules in our store, and we can't say it. This guest, you don't want to offend the Zhang family."

She was actually accumulating the Zhang family's bill?

Lin Guilan's eyes widened, and the others were silent for a while, then began to change their attitude: "I said she was real, it doesn't matter if she was born rich or not, what matters is that she really knows Zhang Zhixu."

"Look at Baoxiang's body is still in a mess, waiter, you quickly open a good guest room and say that it was arranged by Li Jiafuyu of Pingxuanfang."

"Hey, you messed up my banquet, but you are quick to curry favor yourself."

"You are all guessing, I never doubted her."

The group of people argued endlessly and finally parted unhappily.

Lin Guilan thought about what happened today and felt that it was not right, so she hurried back to ask the servants to pack a set of good clothes and jewelry to apologize.

Chen Baoxiang sat in the Tianzi No. 1 guest room, looked at the hairpins, rings and brocade skirt in front of her, and then looked at the steaming bathtub next to her, and couldn't help but "wow" again.

"Great Immortal, what kind of talisman did you write just now, which could make them so attentive?"

What talisman

Zhang Zhixu shook his head: "Nobles from wealthy families don't carry too much cash when they go out. They usually leave money on account and ask people to settle it at their house. In order to prevent villains from taking advantage of them, they usually set a key, which will be invalidated after the monthly reconciliation."

What he just wrote was the Zhang family's account key.

"Can it be like this?" Chen Baoxiang's eyes lit up, "If we know this key, can't we buy things at will?"

"I can imitate Zhang Zhixu's handwriting." He coughed lightly, "But one or two pieces are okay, but if there are more pieces, people will send them to Zhang's house and they won't match Zhang Zhixu's schedule, wouldn't it be exposed?"

Is that so.

Chen Baoxiang said disappointedly.

But in the blink of an eye, she became happy again: "I'll take a shower and change clothes first!"

Zhang Zhixu is a person who is used to controlling his emotions. After controlling for a long time, he has no emotions. Gold, silver and jewelry can't make him happy, and brocade clothes can't make him any waves.

But Chen Baoxiang was different. Her happiness was from the bottom of her heart and she was full of passion. When she thought about being able to bathe in winter and wear expensive clothes, she felt like she was flying.

The corners of her mouth could not help but curl up to her ears, her heartbeat quickened, and the blood that flowed from her heart to her limbs became hot again and again.

Zhang Zhixu was almost drowned by this surging happiness.

He tried to calm himself down and scolded her unhappily: "Can you be more stable? What's this like?"

"I'm the only one here. Who should I show my stability to?" She fanned her sleeves and rushed to the bathtub.

"A gentleman is cautious when he is alone."

"What poison?" Chen Baoxiang was startled and immediately crossed her hands in front of her chest in a defensive posture.

"... It's not that poison. What I mean by cautious when I am alone is - that's all." He sighed.

The ancient well without waves has long envied the rushing river. It's not easy to have such an opportunity, so why not indulge yourself for a few days?

He tried to loosen the force that resisted her emotions, letting her cheer and jump for joy, letting her--

Wait? Take off clothes?

Zhang Zhixu realized something was wrong and quickly closed his eyes.

"Hey, who turned off my light?" Chen Baoxiang stretched out her hand in the dark and fumbled around.

"Just wash like this." He said.

"But I can't see anything, how can I wash?" She complained and wanted to open her eyes.

Zhang Zhixu picked up her belt and tied it around her eyes neatly.

Chen Baoxiang tilted her head and suddenly realized: "Is this also the way for the rich and powerful to show their nobility? If you don't want to see the mud on your body when taking a bath, cover your eyes and let the servants rub it?"

"..."

He gritted his teeth, "Aren't you cold? You still have time to stand outside and talk."

Chen Baoxiang quickly felt the bathtub and sat in.

Zhang Zhixu was a man of honor and honor. Although Chen Baoxiang didn't treat him as a human being, there was a difference between men and women, and he shouldn't look at anything indecent, so he covered his eyes to avoid her and only asked her to wash the dirt off her body so that he wouldn't feel uncomfortable.

But he never expected that once his eyes were covered, the touch would become clearer.

She rubbed her arms, and he could feel the lines of her arms.

She rubbed her calves, and he could feel the lines of her calves.

She reached out to rub her upper body again--

"Wait, wait." He hurriedly stopped her.

But it was too late. The rough fingertips crossed the full and round lines, and the delicate touch of the skin magnified in his mind. Both sides were heavily gathered by her, and they slid and bounced under the rubbing of the bath beans.

Zhang Zhixu: "..."

Chen Baoxiang rubbed herself very naturally, and asked while rubbing: "What are you waiting for?"

There was silence all around, and the immortal was silent.

Chen Baoxiang continued to chatter: "I have never taken a bath in winter. It's too warm. My hands and feet are hot."

"After soaking for a while, rub it again with bath beans."

"Master, you said these rich people... Hey? Something fell into my hands?"

Chen Baoxiang lifted his belt to reveal an eye, and shouted in surprise: "Master, my nose is bleeding!"