Nightfall Chapter 162: The freshest is no more than a bowl of chicken soup

Chapter 162 is the freshest bowl of chicken soup

The hollow wooden door with flower branches as the pattern slowly opened, and the little **** flicked the dust, quietly retreating.

Ning Que looked at the high threshold in front of him, was taken aback, and after finishing his appearance, he came in solemnly, looking at the precious pens and inkstones that have been missing for a long time, smelling the mud and ink that has been hidden deep in his memory, remembering today and last year What happened in this door can not help but feel a little confused.

A middle-aged man stood in front of the bookshelf, with his back facing the main entrance of the Imperial Study Room. The man wore a plain cotton shirt with a black and gold belt woven around his waist. He was slightly thin. Although he could not see his face, Ning Que could easily guess the identity of the other party.

Without the eunuch’s guidance, he didn’t know whether he should kneel and bow at this time, or he should bow his body with both hands. Logically speaking, it should be the former, but few Chinese people are willing to let their knees get dusty for a while. There was some hesitation and embarrassment.

At this moment, the middle-aged man suddenly spoke. The light and gentle tone and content of the words promptly relieved Ning Que's embarrassment and hesitation: "It's not a sacrifice to the heavens. Don't just think about kneeling."

Just a simple sentence, Ning Que gave birth to a very strong affection for the middle-aged man. In his imagination, the image of the king of the Tang Dynasty who dominates the world has always been associated with the words such as majesty, indifference and solemnity. Together, I didn't expect the other party to be so gentle.

"I heard you are my dark guard?" The middle-aged man pulled out an old book from the shelf and asked casually while watching.

Ning Que gave a long bow and responded: "Yes."

"This dark guard is too dark, even I don't even know about it." The middle-aged man smiled, pulled out a bookmark from the edge of the bookshelf, put it in the old book as a mark, and asked suddenly Said: "How did you get into this room last year?"

At this time, Ning Que was thinking about how he should claim to be. He wandered between the low-ranking students and the subordinate officials for a while, and naturally excluded the subordinate officials. After listening to this question, he subconsciously replied: Bring it here and wait."

The middle-aged man gave a soft utter, seeming to be a little puzzled about certain things. After a moment of silence, he said: "Since it's a consular errand, why did you enter my royal study room? Did anyone see you come in?"

At this point in the conversation, the tension in Ning Que's heart eased slightly, but the doubts became more. On the way into the palace, he once imagined seeing the picture of his Majesty the Emperor. In his imagination, he thought that after seeing him, his Majesty would definitely make Long Yan a long laugh, taking a few steps to pretend to be unhappy. Holding my hands to stop myself from kneeling, then let go and lightly stroke his beard to look at my fresh and lovely face, nodding his head again and again, his face was full of admiration, and said with excitement that Ning Qing’s family, you can let me die, I want to reward you with fertile fields and countless beautiful maidservants. As for the middle official position of the DPRK for you to choose...

However, this is not the case. It turns out that although Ning Que was not as beautiful as Prince Longqing, he still thinks many things too beautiful in the excitement of suffering and loss.

Being slightly lost and confused, listening to the last question of His Majesty the Emperor, Ning Que suddenly figured out something.

Last year, the little **** named Lu Ji arranged for him to come to the Imperial Study Room. Since His Majesty the emperor has been looking for him for half a year, the flower blooming on the other side of the sky is making a lot of noise on the court, the little **** named Lu Ji The **** and Xu Chongshan commanded, there is no reason not to connect this matter to themselves. His Majesty the Emperor has never found himself, that only shows one thing-neither the leader of Xu Chongshan nor the little **** named Lu Ji, have not reported to the Emperor that he had entered the Imperial Study Room.

As for why they did not report, there may be many reasons, such as forgetting or worrying about what kind of trouble this matter will bring. Ning Que is not clear about the reason at this time, but he knows if his answer at this time is similar to If the answers of Xu Tongling and the little **** are not correct, it is very likely that they will cause a lot of trouble to the other party, and may even cause trouble for themselves.

So he frowned, after a moment of serious thinking, he shook his head and said sincerely: "No one should know."

His Majesty the Emperor laughed loudly at the answer coming from behind him. He tucked the old book in his hand back into the bookshelf, turned and looked at the young student at the entrance of the Yushufang, and said with emotion: "The character is really good, no wonder Chao Er can see you."

Ning Que looked in front of the bookshelf and found that the other party was just an ordinary middle-aged man with delicate brows and pale sideburns. He was not as majestic and indispensable as he imagined, and his aura was more terrifying than the Suzaku. The other party looked and smiled, knowing that his answer should be considered a bet, although he himself didn't know where it was right.

His Majesty the Emperor looked at Ning Que, suddenly beckoned, smiled and said, "Come here."

Looking at the smile on His Majesty the Emperor's face, Ning Que's heart tightened slightly, and she forcibly suppressed her tension and walked over.

His Majesty the Emperor pointed to the character spread out on the table and asked with a smile: "You wrote this character?"

Ning Que glanced with the left light, looked at the five big characters dripping with pen and ink on the yellow bud paper, and instantly recalled the pride and joy after writing on a certain day last year, and softly replied: "It is indeed a student A ridiculous work of the day."

"It's not ridiculous at all." His Majesty the Emperor smiled and looked at him and said: "I like your words very much."

Finally began the process of complimenting, but Ning Que suddenly found that he didn’t know how to respond. It was probably because the emperor’s tone was too natural and casual when he said this sentence, with only calm appreciation and no exposed excitement. It's like saying that the green onions peeled by the empress last night are very clean and the pancakes are very sweet. How can I thank you and move?

His Majesty the emperor obviously does not expect Ning Que to be moved by his own words with tears and tears. He lightly strokes his long beard under his chin, and looks at the five characters of the sky on the table. After enjoying the game for a while, he said with emotion: "I It was so hard to find what you were looking for."

His Majesty the emperor in front of me has been using my own name. At this time, I suddenly changed to me, and the atmosphere in the royal study room suddenly changed. Moreover, the rich meaning hidden in this sentence is many times stronger than the previous sentence like I don’t know. It’s changed from extremely sparse and elegant to extremely strong appreciation. Ning Que is not comfortable with the former, and listening to the latter, I still don’t know what to do. how to respond.

His Majesty the Emperor smiled and looked at him, and suddenly he said: "Diving into the sea at this time, the flowers blooming on the other side of the sky, you only wrote the last sentence, and I always feel a little regretful. Now that I found you today, why not add two sentences Finished? How about I polish the ink for you?"

Let the emperor of Tang grind the ink and spread the paper and stamp for himself. For people who love calligraphy in the world, it is undoubtedly the most advanced treatment. In fact, it is the treatment they can't even think about. Compared with this kind of treatment, even if you put all the popular girls in the Red Sleeve Trick into the study to add fragrance and ink, it is completely worthless.

Listening to this, Ning Que was shocked and sincerely declined to say: "How did this make it? As for the two joints of the sea at the time of the fish jump, it was originally a skill of your majesty. The students are just a means of copying. I will write today... Your Majesty Jewel is in front, how can students dare to ghostwriter?"

He lived in diaspora since he was a child, struggling to survive at the bottom of the Datang Empire, and really didn’t have much experience in interacting with the nobles. On the journey back from the grassland, he was able to hang out with the princess Li Yu of the Tang Dynasty. That's because Li Yu was a delicate little maid at the time. Although he knew Li Yu's identity, he always insisted on treating Li Yu as a little maid in order to make him more relaxed. But at this moment, he is facing the most powerful man in the world, how should he get along?

Change to another young man who hasn't been in the world, and he will probably panic in the Imperial Study Room today. After all, Ning Que is still Ning Que. He was able to survive in the treacherous world when he was a child. In addition to the hatchet around his waist and the courage to kill, he also has a mouth sweeter than honey and cuter than a puppy. It is also an indispensable means to beg for mercy.

As long as he is willing to do things like pleasing Shangfeng and flattering nobles, he can do better than anyone else. When he was in Weicheng, he was a young military household from outside, who was loved by soldiers and civilians throughout the city. He was able to make several generals before and after Weicheng love him like a nephew, and he could imagine his ability. At this time, he used this ability to flatter the emperor. Come here without any hindrance.

Listening to the words that Miao Shou even got jewel in front of him, His Majesty was stunned for a moment. He couldn't help but raise his head and look at Ning Que's face. He laughed and reprimanded: "You are too blunt. Everyone in the world knows that my writing is very bad. Where can I afford the word "Jade"? Let alone in front of you."

Ning Que chuckled. His face is so thick that he doesn't think of this reprimand at all. He has seen the words written by His Majesty the Emperor with his own eyes. It is indeed quite...not good, but what about it? After all, the hard-working flattery is still flattering. Your Majesty, even if you know that your writing is terrible, you will still feel happy to be praised, let alone I praised it?

Looking at the disapproving look on Ning Que's face, His Majesty the Emperor really felt a little happy. I thought that although the book writer I was fancy was much younger than I thought, his vision was really sharp and unique. I often say that he is flattering me, but looking at what he said so naturally and sincerely, perhaps the remaining two or three points show that my calligraphy has indeed improved a lot, or is it quite impressive?

"Don't gossip, since I finally caught you, you have to write a few words tonight, let me take a look."

"Your Majesty, the students were too mentally exhausted in the college last night, and their bodies were a little weak. They really couldn't write any good words. It's not that the students dare to violate the holy will, but one of the books pays attention to spiritual satisfaction..."

His Majesty's expression became a little ugly, but thinking about it did make sense. He knew very well how difficult it was to enter the second floor of the academy, and he thought that the kid in front of him could defeat Longqing and enter the second floor of the academy. , In the future, he will be the pillar of the empire, I am afraid that his aspirations are also very high, if I blindly treat the other party as a book, I am afraid that the other party will feel a little humiliated.

Ning Que was embarrassed, while secretly looking at the expression of His Majesty the Emperor, suddenly he took out a few scrolls from his sleeves and placed them on the bookcase respectfully.

"Your Majesty, this is what the students have done in recent years. They have selected some that are still eye-catching. Please give some pointers."

Listening to this, His Majesty the Emperor looked at the scrolls on the bookcase, his eyes lit up, and he quickly stretched out his hand to flatten the scroll, and then looked at the ink stains on the scroll. The silence of time.

I don't know how long it took, a joyful admiration finally broke the silence in the Imperial Study Room.

His Majesty the Emperor shook his head and exclaimed in surprise: "Good words! Really good words!"

He turned around, looked at Ning Que’s eyes, and said: “Ning Qing, I heard that you have opened a shop in Chang’an East City. I think you’ve done nothing over the past few years. Get them quickly. I will appreciate it."

Ning Que was stunned, facing the emperor’s thirsty gaze, he awkwardly replied: "Your Majesty, the scrolls written by the students, this, that, basically... are used to sell money."

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Not far from the south gate of the lofty imperial city, there is a quiet Taoist temple hidden among the green trees. It is the south gate of Haotian Road.

In the deepest hall of Nanmenguan, the rune master Yan Se, who had previously been in the academy and wanted to compete with the second brother, seemed to have become a kid who did wrong. He sat cross-legged on the dark wooden floor, his beard under his jaw seemed to be burnt and scorched, his eyes no longer stare at the floor in front of him innocently, and he did not dare to look at the opposite side at all, although he did not dare to look at the opposite side, but The wrinkles that flowed densely like mountains and rivers were already full of guilt and flattery.

Datang State Master Li Qingshan looked at the brother in front of him, his eyes faintly like a grieving woman in the palace, and the respect for the brother in the ordinary day had already turned into disappointment and anger.

"Ning Que cannot enter the south gate of Haotian Dao, which means that although he is your student, after you die, I will never have a rune master of my own at the south door of Haotian Dao. It means that after you and I die, no one can hold the South Gate anymore."

Master Yan Se raised his head, looked at his younger brother with a smirk, comfortingly said: "It is not so serious. Since Ning Que is my student, if he becomes a runemaster in the future, it is impossible to watch Nan I don’t care if something goes wrong. In addition, although I am a veteran of death, you are still young, Junior Brother, maybe when you die, Ning Que would have died long ago. In that case, what use is he?"

Li Qingshan looked at his brother blankly, sighed after being silent for a long time, shook his head and said, "Brother, do you really know the difference between the two? If Ning Que enters the South Gate, I will use the South Gate in the future. If the lord let him do it, he is my Datang National Teacher. This Nanmen wants to be weak and difficult, but if he is just your student, he will be my Nanmen guest clerk at most in the future, but what use is this guest clerk? Jin Liubai is also the guest of Xiling Temple, but when have you seen Liu Bai born and died for the Temple?"

Yan Se agreed to the second senior brother’s request to accept Ning Que as a Fudao student in his own name, but completely cut off the possibility of Ning Que entering the south gate of Haotian Road. He was ashamed of himself. He already felt that when he came back to face Li Qingshan A little shameless, listening to Li Qingshan's words became heavier and more embarrassed to the extreme. In the end, he didn't dare to look at the other party's groaning eyes anymore and walked away in embarrassment.

Across the tree corridor, Dao Tong Daogu, a disciple of the South Gate of Haotian Road, bowed respectfully, but Master Yan Se had no idea of ​​expressing his kindness and femininity today. When he opened the side door and walked into the side alley, he reached out his hand to wipe the green leaves on his shoulders, and his wrinkled old face finally returned to normal.

Although I'm sorry to the teacher, but after all I found the heir, Yan Se was ashamed, but it was actually hard to suppress his joy. Previously in the Nanmen Temple, in front of the national teacher Li Qingshan, those joys were concealed by shame. The side alleys finally began to show.

A carriage was stuck in the alley, and he was slightly startled looking at the emblem of a certain Hou Mansion on the cowl.

A steward-looking man jumped out of the carriage and looked up and down Master Yan Se's eyes. He seemed to be a little confused about the appearance of this old Taoist priest. It took a long time to remember his master's ardent instructions and smiled humbly. Sincerely said: "The villain pleased Master Yan Se. The villain is the chief steward of the Anle Houfu. Today, I am here to find you on the order of Master Hou. I heard that the master has a copybook in his hand..."

Master Yan Se stared coldly at the steward’s face, didn't bother to think about the other party's coming, and said in a cold voice, "Get out."

After saying the word, he pushed the steward away and walked proudly towards the alley.

The steward of the Hou Mansion looked extremely ugly behind him, but thinking about Yan Se's status as a runemaster, he didn't dare to complain. He just kept following his footsteps and cried out with a cry: " Master, listen to the villain to finish."

An old voice suddenly came from the alley: "What kind of person is Master Yan Se? What kind of person are you? An Le Hou, if you have anything to ask Master Yan Se, or Zhuang Yi please enter the Hou Mansion , Or if Su Rong comes to meet, you have to obey the gift of the younger generation, and let you be the one in charge. Hou Ye did a little bit Meng Lang."

The manager of the Hou Mansion did not dare to provoke a runemaster, but it did not mean that there were a lot of people in Chang'an. He didn’t dare to provoke a lot of people. He got angry from his heart, walked out of the alley, looked at the gray-haired old man standing next to a green bamboo sedan chair, waved and reprimanded: "What kind of identity am I..."

Suddenly his body stiffened, his voice trembled, and he hurriedly bowed on one knee and said: "Where is the bachelor's degree worthy of your attention, the villain is really confused to the extreme. Then he went back and passed the bachelor's words to Hou. Lord."

The gray-haired old man faintly looked at the Houfu manager who was kneeling in front of him, waved his hand and said: "I didn't expect you to be able to respond well. Being a Houfu manager is actually competent."

The old man's surname is Wang's name and minister. He is a graduate of the Wenyuan Pavilion of the Tang Dynasty. He has lived through the three dynasties and is highly respected by his majesty. Even if Prince Li Peiyan looks at this old man, he must let Dao greet him, not to mention being a peaceful and happy man.

Although the steward of the House of Hou didn't know why this Wang Bachelor appeared outside Guanpian Alley at Nanmen, he dared to talk a lot, saluting the two old men again and again, and then fled with his own carriage.

Master Yan Se frowned and looked at Wang Dacheng, and asked with a bow: "Old bachelor, today is the period of rest. Why do you appear here without going up to the court? It's not a good reason to leave the palace. "

"I had a quarrel with Lao Jijiu a few days ago. Is this reason enough?" Wang Dashu coughed twice and replied.

Yan Se thought for a while, and said annoyed: "You quarreled last winter, which was the other day?"

"Anyway, the copy of the double hook that blossomed into the sky is on the old guy's mansion. Not only did that old guy not let me see it, he often used it to irritate me." , Shaking his beard and angrily said: "The double hook copy is too rigid on the original meaning of the line. There is only the original shape, but there is no intention. Where can your Majesty give me that copy?"

"What you said is unreasonable." Yan Se knows this public case and shook his head to make a fair argument: "The Fang family knows that if you want to copy the original meaning of the original work, the double hook method is of course the best method. ."

Yan Se is the only surviving runemaster at the South Gate of Haotian. Wang Shichen is a veteran who has gone through three dynasties. For decades, the two have been familiar with each other and have a common identity, that is, everyone in the world of calligraphy. Speaking of copying methods, naturally they will not give in.

"Even if the double hook copy is the best." Wang Shichen smiled and said proudly: "So what? When I took the chicken soup post back today, I didn't hang it in the study, but hung it on the nave. I was so angry that the old man Piff."

"Wait a minute." Yan Se asked differently: "What is the chicken soup post?"

"It's the account book paper you took away in the red sleeve trick."

Wang University Scholar looked at him solemnly and said: "Now that the news has spread, the books that Dongcheng Laobi Zhai once sold have been taken away. I don't think those books have special meaning. However, this chicken soup post is quite different. You can use this chicken soup post to conclude that Ning Que has the potential to be a rune master. It is of great significance. Wouldn't it be great if the old man could put this post in his house?"

Yan Se said with emotion: "Sure enough, this rumors spread faster than Fushu."

Wang University Scholar stared at him and said: "Stop talking about gossip, An Lehou is so stupid, I actually sent a steward to come to you to ask for it. I am a scholar of the Three Dynasties, come to the alley to block you personally, and what I want is Your student’s post, this face is already big enough, you must not say that you don’t give me face, or both of us will become very faceless."

"I only heard the breath of the old gangster from your remarks. I didn't think you were going to save face at all." Yan Se said angrily: "You and I have known each other for decades. I really can't think of you as a dignified scholar. I will also mess up my mind for such small things!"

Wang University scholar furiously said: "If it’s something else, it’s nothing more than Huakai Yitie has made a lot of trouble in Chang'an this year. That old man deceived me too much, if I can’t get this face back. Come on, how can I get a foothold in the court?"

Yan Se looked at him and suddenly said, "Ten thousand."

The anger on Wang's academician's face was suddenly reduced, and he smiled and said, "Four thousand."

Yan Se took out the thin sheet of account book paper from his sleeve, handed it over, and said: "Deal."

Wang University scholar took the thin paper, without even looking at it, turned around and sat back on the green bamboo sedan chair, and shouted to his entourage: "What are you doing in a daze! Go back to your house! Take Rong Bao." Zhai’s best master Xing invites me to the mansion! Then let the youngest prepare a banquet tomorrow, celebrate his birthday, and invite guests to come and enjoy the chicken soup post!"

The green bamboo sedan chair ran along with the wind and dust, and there was a faint conversation between the academician and the housekeeper.

"Master, your 80th birthday has passed last month."

"Idiot! The second girl of the boss happens to have her birthday this month!"

"Invite the little girl Jin Wucai, the most important thing is, don't forget to invite her old grandfather!"

"If he doesn't come, I will come personally, please!"

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At this time, Ning Que was nervous in the palace, looking for every opportunity to flatter the saints. He didn’t know that the piece of paper he wrote after drinking last year had been sold for two thousand taels, and it was only a friendly price. .

As for the person who wrote on the note paper, Sangsang who had never seen the note paper was nervous and speechless at this time in Lin 47 Lane.

Listening to the intensive knocks coming from outside the door, through the crack of the door, I watched the government officials with anxious expressions waving silver bills, as well as the various people standing across the street talking excitedly Wait, the little maid had no idea how to deal with this situation.

Remembering the young master’s account before leaving, she arranged all the collected books, opened the bedboard and took out the box, placed them neatly with the precious silver bills, and then took two very thick irons. The chain locks all doors and windows.

After finishing these things, she walked back to the front bunk and nailed the hard-to-close door panels with big iron nails. This was a little relieved, and she wiped it away regardless of the higher than the sound outside. The beads of sweat on his forehead, carrying a **** umbrella and a few pieces of the most important hall that Ning Que had confessed, opened the back door of the small courtyard and sneaked out.

At this time, it was too early. It was lunch time. When Sangsang walked into the Red Sleeve Zhao brothel, he did not see any scenes of Yingying and Yanyan. He just smelled countless fine wines and delicacies. It has been a day and a night. She couldn't help swallowing while eating.

Jian's personal servant girl, Xiaocao, was on the top floor holding on to the railing and looking down in a daze. Suddenly saw Sangsang appear in the hall, she was overjoyed, and rushed down with the fastest speed, holding Sangsang with both hands. With both hands, I complained for a while:

"Why haven't you come over these days? Did your young master ban your feet? Ning Que is true too. Everyone, Jane, doesn’t let him come to these places of wind and moon, just to let him put his mind on In terms of academics, I actually took this to show off your anger at you! Also, I heard that you often go to the princess's house as a guest in the past six months. Are you used to seeing the nobles and forget about us cheap friends?"

Where can Sangsang listen to Xiaocao’s complaints? At this time, she was going to grab time with the people in the whole Changan city who were moved by the wind, and directly asked: "The time my young master was drunk last year, I once wrote about A piece of memo paper, where is it?"

Xiaocao was taken aback, and then said: "I'll help you ask."

After a while, Xiaocao ran back and said, "I have asked, it seems that sister Shuzhu took it away at the time. How did you look for this thing? It has been so long, who knows it was thrown away Where."

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Tsao Yu-ning has always had some confidence in speaking in the city of Chang'an, because his brother-in-law is a minister of the Ministry of Engineering, and since the end of last year, his brother-in-law has been regarded as the next Minister of Engineering. However, who knew that things suddenly changed at the beginning of this spring. A certain senior member who returned to Beijing from the Governor's Mansion of River Transport became a strong competitor to his brother-in-law. His Majesty has remained silent on this appointment, and the Prime Minister and the fellows have not made up their minds.

At this critical moment, his servant boy husband became more and more low-key and silent, so Yu-Ning Tsao's confidence in speaking in Chang'an became weaker and weaker, especially at this moment, facing the red sleeve trick Shui Zhuer, the top brand in the Red Girl, can no longer be described in a low-key tone, and even seems a little humble.

"I said a good girl, you can do it well, give me that post."

Tsao Yu-ning looked at the plump and watery woman in the chair. If usually, I was afraid that I was already shaken and wanted to pounce on it, but today his mind was completely occupied by that matter, and he didn't care about it at all.

He said sincerely: "The student named Ning Que you mentioned earlier is the owner of the Huakai Tie in the palace. Now your Majesty has confirmed his identity, and he is talking to him in the Imperial Study Room. , If I lie to you, I'm afraid I can save some silver, but you and I are acquaintances, so I shouldn't treat you like this, girl, you can't treat me like this!"

Shui Zhu'er has woken up from the previous shock at this time, rubbing her forehead with some headache, and reluctantly said: "But that account book paper..."

Tsao Yu-ning corrected it with extreme earnestness: "It's not the account book paper. The wind in the Nanmen Temple has spread throughout Chang'an City. Now everyone knows the calligraphic post, which should be called the chicken soup post."

Shui Zhuer waved her hand helplessly, and said: "Well, it's up to you, but that... chicken soup post is indeed not in my hand. After I took it back that day, it was taken that night." /

"Who took it?" Cao Youning asked nervously: "Girl, you have to remember carefully, you must know that this copybook is extraordinary, and the Nanmen worshiper is based on this post to judge that Ning Que has the potential of a rune master , This post will definitely become a famous post in the world!"

Shui Zhuer didn't smile, and said, "It's necessary to remember something. The old Taoist priest is messy and has a weird temperament, but he is generous in his actions. How can I forget such regulars."

Listening to her description, Yu-ning Tsao was stunned for a while and then suddenly slapped her thigh, and said in shock: "Oh! My little ancestor! That is not a dirty Taoist priest, that Taoist must be Master Yan Se !"

Shui Zhuer was taken aback and covered her lips with her handkerchief, unable to speak for a long time. She wondered what was going on in this world? It became so absurd in one day, that lovely and painful young man turned into a great calligrapher whose majesty has been searching for half a year, and that wretched old way of drinking and having fun after a month or so, It's actually a runemaster!

Suddenly she thought of something, and she stood up in surprise, and ordered the maid to lift out a small abandoned table from the back of the house.

"Look at this table. On it is the dirty old Dao... No, it is the South Gate of Haotian Dao, the only remaining **** rune master, Master Yan Se, the master of the National Teacher, has felt his life skills Send me the chicken soup post on this table!"

She wiped the dust off the table with her hand, looked at the scribbles, and felt that she was indeed a special flower with big eyes and acquainted people. She was too prescient, and she said without stopping while admiring herself. A lot of words...

Tsao Yu-ning leaned her face on the table and stared at the scribbled but deep-seated handwriting, her eyes gradually brightened, and she said joyfully: "Girl Shuizhu, the price is up to you, no need to talk about these to enhance the atmosphere. ."

Shuizhu used a handkerchief to cover his lips and chuckled. There was no embarrassment on his face, and he said, "Three thousand taels."

You-Ning Tsao stood up straight and resolutely said: "Deal."

"Cannot be sold."

The courtyard gate was suddenly pushed open, and Sangsang and Xiaocao walked in quickly.

You-Ning Tsao disagrees: "Why can't you sell it?"

Sangsang took a close look at the handwriting on the table, and said to Shuijiao earnestly: "Sell rubbings."