The two greeted Rong Zhuo, and asked him for some snacks. Let him eat them first.

"Is there any difference in this teahouse?" Rong Zhuo looked around, quite curious.

"You'll know in a while." Song Mingan smiled with a mysterious look on his face.

Rong Zhuo sat obediently and ate a few snacks, when he heard the sound of playing the zither.

He followed the sound and saw a woman covering her face sitting in the corner not far away, playing the piano.

He listened to it for a while, and only thought it sounded good, but he couldn't hear anything more.

Rong Zhuo glanced at the other three sitting at the table. Duan Zheng and Su Yun were talking small things, but they didn't listen much, only Song Mingan was intoxicated.

"He likes to listen to the piano?" Rong Zhuo whispered to Duan Zheng's ear.

"More than just listening to the piano." Duan Zheng raised his eyebrows and smiled.

Rong Zhuo didn't understand the sound of his smile, and was very at a loss.

"You've been living in the flower building all day, why don't you seem to be enlightened?" Duan Zheng could only whisper a few words in his ear when he saw him like this.

Rong Zhuo suddenly realized that even though Song Mingan was a playboy, he had a good temperament. A few days ago, happened to hear the sound of the piano in this teahouse and fell in love with it. Later, when saw that the girl was playing the piano, couldn't control it, and came to listen to the piano every day.

"We've been listening to him here today?" Rong Zhuo asked.

"It's over in a while, and I'll take you to eat something delicious later." Duan Zheng said.

At the end of the song, Song Mingan hurriedly applauded excitedly.

Unexpectedly, he was so excited that he accidentally bumped into the tea table and almost flipped the table.

Fortunately, Duan Zheng was quick-witted and held the tea table.

But in such a flash, the tea on the table was spilled, and Rong Zhuo, who was closest to the table, was unfortunately spilled all over.

"Can't you be more prudent?" Duan Zheng complained about Song Ming'an and worried that Rong Zhuo would be burned.

"It's okay, it's just sprinkled on the clothes, it's not hot." Rong Zhuo took out the wooden box, took out the handkerchief inside and wiped the water stains on his wrist.

Su Yun, who was on the side, looked at the wooden box and said with a smile, "Who gave this handkerchief? It's actually packed in a sandalwood box?"

As he said, he picked up the sandalwood box and looked at it, and couldn't help but leaned in and smelled the woody fragrance on the box.

"Is this box special?" Rong Zhuo asked.

"It's not too expensive to say that it's expensive, after all, it's just a small box." Su Yun said: "But I always pay gold to sandalwood, and few people use this to make a wooden box. A box is used to store things. Yes, it would be a waste to use such good wood."

Duan Zheng said, and took a look at the wooden box, "This texture is really good, it's made of a good piece of wood."

Hearing this, Rong Zhuo also took the box and looked at it, but he couldn't see anything good or bad.

"The last time I saw someone use a sandalwood box, it was still the night pearl from the Western Regions." Song Ming'an also restrained his mind at this moment, he took the handkerchief in Rong Zhuo's hand and looked at it, "The handkerchief is finely crafted. , it's not a vulgar thing, but it's too exaggerated to put it in this box."

Duan Zheng looked at Rong Zhuo and asked, "Who gave it to you?"

"It's a servant in my classmate's house." Rong Zhuo said.

Everyone burst into laughter when they heard this.

"A little servant gave you a handkerchief of this quality? Also in a sandalwood box?" Su Yun asked.

"Uh..." Rong Zhuo was suddenly stopped by him, he really didn't see anything unusual about the box before.

Song Mingan returned the veil to him and smiled, "I'm afraid it wasn't your classmate who took the opportunity to show you, okay?"

"No." Rong Zhuo hurriedly told everyone about "Da Zhuang" borrowing the mask.

The three people's expressions were very complicated.

Rong Zhuo didn't know why, and was very at a loss.

"Did you use your handkerchief to wipe his sweat?" Duan Zheng asked.

"He came in a hurry at the time, with sweat on his head..."

"You really..." Song Mingan said helplessly, "How can you just borrow something like a handkerchief?"

"He's a man, I'm also a man, borrow a handkerchief..." Rong Zhuo said in a lower voice, "What can be wrong?"

"You are a man, but you are a broken sleeve." Su Yun said.

Rong Zhuo opened his mouth to explain, but could only hold back.

In order to pretend to be a fool, he has already sat down in front of everyone that it was a matter of breaking his sleeve, and now there is no way to explain it.

It's just that sometimes he is completely unaware of this problem, which is why he loses his shyness.

"Then... what does this mean?" Rong Zhuo held the handkerchief in his hand, dazed and at a loss.

"I guess that 80% of the servants thought you were courting him." Duan Zheng analyzed: "And he happened to be a broken sleeve, and seeing that you were beautiful and generous, he wanted to catch you."

"Grab me what?" Rong Zhuo asked in a low voice.

"Catch your big fish." Song Mingan pointed to the wooden box, "Otherwise, he is a servant, why would he be willing to spend so much time just to give you a handkerchief?"

As soon as this wooden box was seen, it was obvious that it took a lot of time to find it, because it was not something that a person with the status of a servant could easily take out. Didn't it take so much time to find a sandalwood box to put the handkerchief in to attract Rong Zhuo's attention?

After Rong Zhuo's reminder, he immediately reacted.

If it is true as they say, this sandalwood box is not an ordinary thing.

"Da Zhuang" can spend so much thought on the box, which shows that he is a meticulous person.

How could a fine man lose his handkerchief so casually?

Thinking of it this way, his handkerchief may not be lost, but hidden by Da Zhuang?

The other party hid his handkerchief, and took the opportunity to give him a new one...

Rong Zhuo couldn't help feeling uncomfortable when he thought of a big man doing such a thing to him.

And the other party hid his handkerchief, wouldn't it be used to do strange things?

Thinking of this, Rong Zhuo could not wait to return the handkerchief immediately.