He Songning's face darkened, he closed his mouth tightly and did not try to speak again.

Manager Zhao on the side said in surprise: "Liu Xiuyuan came to write the menu? I'm afraid he won't."

Only Xue Qingyin was confused: "Who is Liu Xiuyuan?"

Fang Chengzhong didn't know either, showing the same bewilderment of an illiterate person.

At this time, Manager Zhao smiled and said: "Miss Xue often lives in the inner house, so it is not surprising that she has not heard of his name. This Liu Xiuyuan became famous when he was thirteen years old. His characters are Feng Bo Luan Piao, Luan Luan Hong Jing, A piece of calligraphy can be sold for a sky-high price of one thousand taels of silver. Not only is his calligraphy exquisite, but he is also a proud man. It is difficult to get him to inscribe it easily. This thing is rare, so it is naturally expensive."

Xue Qingyin's eyes became brighter and brighter as she heard this.

Great! Great!

The servants of the Xue family could not help but secretly marvel.

How could the eldest girl be so proud? His Royal Highness Prince Xuan was actually willing to invite Liu Xiuyuan for the eldest girl’s use!

How much money can their villagers make on a daily basis? It would be great if they can cultivate good fields. Even the eldest son looks down upon their little business.

If I could really get Liu Xiuyuan's handwriting...

Is that still called a menu?

It is clearly a unique piece of calligraphy!

Just as the servants were sighing secretly, Xue Qingyin spoke again: "Then are there any other powerful painters?"

Fang Chengzhong wondered: "What does Miss Xue want the painter to do?"

"It's useful, it's useful!" Xue Qingyin said in one stroke, but her eyes looked at King Xuan eagerly.

Her eyes were wandering and she was flattering without smiling.

"No." King Xuan said.

Xue Qingyin looked disappointed, but it was soon replaced by a smile. She said: "It doesn't matter, this is enough. Thank you, Your Highness, I can't repay you..."

She could speak such sentence patterns smoothly.

King Xuan looked at her and said two words: "It doesn't matter."

It's just that when these two words came out of his mouth, they had a different meaning.

After riding for such a long time today and halfway through the meal, Xue Qingyin felt a strong sense of tiredness.

She yawned and left everyone to slowly eat the fresh dishes. She asked the maid to support her and then went back to the yard to wash up and rest.

King Xuan's robe was still on her body, and no one said anything about taking it off.

She walked all the way to the courtyard and met the Xuanwu Army several times on the way.

These tall soldiers with cold temperaments, as soon as their eyes touched the clothes on her body, they hurriedly lowered their heads, retreated to both sides of the road, and respectfully saw her off.

Xue Qingyin was a little speechless.

No wonder King Xuan is not afraid of others seeing him... After all, the people left in Zhuangzi today are "his own people".

Either from the Xue family or the Xuanwu Army.

Who dares to speak out?

King Xuan is indeed very watertight!

Xue Qingyin raised her hands and tightened the tight-fitting robe. There was still a faint scent of sandalwood in the clothes, which made people feel indescribably calm.

Then she strutted across the threshold.

The door closes.

The maids and women fetched water for her to bathe.
Chapter completed!