"Fanlang, what's wrong?" Zhao Paner asked at Xiao Fan who was unhappy.

"It seems that the servants in this garden have a big problem." Xiao Fan said angrily after sighing, "Especially the manager Yuan Fu, this old man, is respectful on the surface and has a comprehensive courtesy, so that people can't find any fault. In fact, he always talks about money's house, as if he has made us wronged him now."

"It is normal to have a gap in mind from the royal family's manager to our servants, but what are you going to do?"

"What else can I do? Of course I'm asking him to get out!" Xiao Fan said naturally.

"Not to mention that there is nothing wrong with what he did after we came, just say that he was given to us by the Qian Palace. If he drove him away for no reason, what would other servants think? What would others say after it was spread? For such a person, it would not be worth it."

"What do you think of?" Xiao Fan said helplessly: "I'm fine. After all, I'll be your housekeeper in the future, so I'm afraid you will suffer any grievances."

"Since you hand over this family to me, you must believe in my ability." Zhao Paner said confidently: "I, Zhao Paner, are not someone who can bully the young lady."

"But......"

"Nothing, do you just say believe me or not?"

"Of course I believe in you, but..."

"Just believe me, eat quickly, and you will have to go to West Lake after dinner!"

Since Zhao Paner insisted on doing this, Xiao Fan would just follow her. If there was any accident, it would be fine. Anyway, he would take action again.

After dinner, I came to the lakeside. The pleasure boat that had been docked on the shore had already been cleaned up.

Now is indeed a good time to visit West Lake. Today is a good weather, with bright sunshine, and the fog that was still shrouded on the lake in the morning has long since dissipated.

Compared to the current weather, Xiao Fan actually prefers the West Lake in the misty rain. But there is nothing good or bad. It has the artistic conception of rain, and the beauty of sunny days is also the beauty of sunny days.

After getting on the boat, Xiao Fan took Zhao Paner to the pavilion on the second floor of the pleasure boat, and after the maid prepared tea, fruit, snacks and so on, they all sent them away.

"The scenery of West Lake is indeed very beautiful, no wonder so many literati and poets admire it." Zhao Paner looked at the beautiful scenery of West Lake below and couldn't help but admire it. Then he looked back and found that Xiao Fan was staring at him: "I'm going to visit West Lake, why don't you look at the scenery on the lake?"

"This West Lake is not as beautiful as my family's dream." Xiao Fan held her hand: "I really had the blessing I had cultivated in my previous life to marry a wife like you."

"I just want to make me happy." Zhao Paner gave Xiao Fan a blank look, subconsciously looked around, and then saw that Dr. Tea's tea-making method was wrong, so he went forward and said, "No, this best Shuangjing Baibu tea is the most delicate and cannot be cooked for so long."

When Dr. Tea saw that Zhao Paner wanted to make tea himself, he quickly moved aside and stood respectfully.

"Thank you," Zhao Paner nodded to Dr. Tea and continued, "You need to boil it in boiling water for five breaths, and then pour it into the tea powder, so that it can look fresh and tender green."

"By the way," Zhao Paner said while using scoops to scoop the tea into the teacup and explained: "It is best to use silver for scoops, as iron tools will have a raw smell."

When Dr. Tea next to him heard this, he said with great benefit: "I didn't expect that the eldest lady was an expert and had been taught."

"You go down first, let's do it ourselves." Seeing that Zhao Paner came and asked her to order tea by herself, Xiao Fan asked Dr. Tea to go down first.

"Okay," Xiao Fan teased: "I'm sure I have run a tea shop, and I'm stunned by the words, and I just want to bow my head."

"That's right, don't look at who I am." Zhao Paner said confidently: "I am Zhao Paner, a famous tea seller in Qiantang. If I don't have any skills, my tea shop can be the best in Qiantang. Can I be sought after by so many literati and poets?"

"Yes," Xiao Fan looked at Zhao Paner happily with confidence in his professional field: "My family Paner is the best."

"You haven't drunk the tea I ordered for a long time, right? You've been busy these days. Are you greedy for my tea?" Zhao Pan'er handed the tea to Xiao Fan and looked at Xiao Fan in a daze: "What are you stupid? Try it."

"Hehe, of course I'm greedy," Xiao Fan picked up the teacup and took a sip: "But it would be even better if there was a red fruit drink."

"I haven't prepared this yet, where did the red fruit drink come from?" Zhao Paner rolled his eyes with a little disgust, and then saw a seven-stringed lyre on the side, and said, "Why do I play a song for you?"

"What?" Xiao Fan put down the teacup and asked in surprise: "You can still play the piano? It seems that I still don't know you enough."

"That's right, there are so many things you don't know!" Zhao Paner raised his neck, looked a little proud, and then said proudly: "Although I was singing and dancing when I was in Leying Camp, I also worked hard on the piano. But I always remember my mother's words and hide my weakness."

Seeing Zhao Paner like this, Xiao Fan was happy for her. Not only did she no longer worry about her past identity, she regarded it as a scar that she didn't want to mention. Now she was even willing to take the initiative to mention her past in Leying, and it seemed that she had really come out.

"I not only want to listen to the piano, but also want to appreciate your dancing posture." Xiao Fan said with great difficulty.

"That depends on your performance."

Zhao Paner took advantage of the time of speaking and lit a furnace of sandalwood and placed it on the table. Then he sat upright in front of the piano table and asked Xiao Fan: "What kind of music do Fan Lang want to listen to?"

"Well, whatever you want, just come and have something for you. As long as you play, I will definitely like to listen to it."

"Okay," Although Xiao Fan is flattering himself, who doesn't like to listen to good things? Zhao Paner said happily: "Then I'll play you a song "Yangguan Sandie" first?"

"The morning rain in Weicheng is light dust, and the green willows in the guest house are fresh."

"I advise you to have a glass of wine, and you will have no friends when you go west to Yangguan."

"Yangguan Sandie", also known as "Weicheng Song", is a piano piece adapted from "Sending Yuan Er Envoy Anxi" by Wang Wei, a great poet of the Tang Dynasty. It was later widely sung and has been passed down to this day.

This song is sung on the basis of the original four-line poem, and is repeatedly chanted into three paragraphs, so it is called "Yangguan Sandian". The themes of each stack are slightly different, and the emotions are progressing layer by layer.

The first paragraph of this song points out the scene of farewell, the second paragraph mainly describes longing, and the third paragraph is the advice after the farewell.

After the song "Yangguan Sandie", Zhao Paner immediately played another song "Mingfei Song".

Unlike the Song Yinzhang's version of "Mingfei Song", Zhao Paner played the "Mingfei Song" with a piano, which lacked self-pity and resentment, and expressed more about longing before.

After playing the two songs, Zhao Paner, who was originally happy, became sad.

Seeing this, Xiao Fan walked over and hugged her gently in his arms, and asked with concern: "Do you want to tell me the seal? Are you worried about her?"

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