This is the first time Wen Xiao has seen the scenery on the street since he came to the world. On both sides of the road are some shouting hawkers. There are antique calligraphy and paintings and miscellaneous folk snacks on the stalls. Others are selling some women's fat powder and hairpin rings. There are rich children wandering in the street and ordinary civilians bargaining with the hawkers on the stalls. It looks very lively.

"It's still early now. Let's go to the teahouse and sit for a while." Xiao Quan took a fan in his hand and pretended to fan it gracefully. "We don't have to go to the market at this time one day. Later, the stalls selling breakfast will be removed, and there are many interesting things behind us."

Wen Lan focused on all kinds of new things on both sides of the road. Without answering, Wen Xiao just nodded and looked around.

Three people walked into the teahouse, asked for a private room on the second floor, sat in front of the window, drank tea, looked at the scenery on the street, and occasionally commented on the pedestrians on the road.

"Isn't that the young lady of the Yang family? I heard that she won the first prize in the last poetry meeting. I didn't expect her to look like this..." Wen Xiao glanced disappointed.

"Such a girl looks pretty good in Beijing. The young lady of the Dali Temple secretary's family who was praised for her virtue and ability at the last flower feast is really ugly," Xiao Quan shook his head. "If I say, only those who don't look good will be rated as talented. Who doesn't want to be praised for their good looks?"

Wen Xiao nodded, feeling that his cousin was really telling the truth.

Wen Lan didn't know what to say when she listened to the two people's shocking remarks.

Although she is arrogant, she knows that talent and learning are the main criteria for people to evaluate a woman, but in the eyes of these two people, it turns out that she can only be praised because she is not beautiful enough!

She took a sip of tea to calm herself down.

"Eh?" Wen Xiao supported his chin and looked at the scenery outside the window. After a while, he suddenly said in surprise, "which girl owns that soft sedan? It looks so exquisite?"

Xiao Quan also stretched his neck and looked out. After looking at it for a long time, he said, "it's ok if you say so in front of me. Don't talk nonsense in front of others. This is not a girl's sedan chair. This is the soft sedan chair of Xie Mingyuan, the eldest grandson of the Xie family."

"Man?" Wen Xiao couldn't help staring. "Which man would sit in such a delicate sedan chair?"

"This is not a small sedan, but a blessing sedan given by the emperor. It is said that it was because he was weak and ill when he was young. The old bald donkey on the mountain pretended to be a woman and was pampered for a while. After the great disaster in his childhood, his grandfather begged the emperor. Xie Mingyuan was the only seedling of the Xie family. The Emperor gave the blessing sedan. Later, it is said that his great disaster Xiao Quan took a fan and pointed it at the table. He said it clearly, which was quite like a storyteller.

Wen Xiao watched the Fu sedan walk slowly from the street without blinking, and said with some sigh, "think about it, he is also very poor. As a man, he has to sit in a flower sedan only for girls. He must have been laughed at a lot."