Xiaoyun stared blankly at the young master who got off the carriage. He saw that the young master had red lips and white teeth, and his long hair was scattered on his white clothes. A white ribbon tied the loose black hair back casually. He exuded a noble and elegant temperament all over his body. There is a faint flow of luster on the fair skin, the eyes are shining with wisdom, and the appearance is picturesque, like an immortal walking out of a painting.
When the immortal-like young master saw the little donkey in front of the door of Mo Bao Zhai, a flash of novelty flashed in his eyes, but he was invited into Mo Bao Zhai by the oncoming shopkeeper Liu.
It wasn't until the young man was welcomed into the door by the shopkeeper of Mo Baozhai that Xiaoyun came back to her senses from her trance. She murmured to herself: "Oh my god, what a handsome man. Even the fat girl fell in love with the owner of Fenghuang Village." If the Lord and Boss Feng from Chunfengdeyilou were placed next to this man, his temperament would be quite different."
Xiaoyun recalled the young master's demeanor just now and felt extremely amazed. However, she did not have any obsession with the young master in her heart because she knew that a family that could cultivate such a man would not be a good match for a village girl like her. Everyone has something valuable, but Xiaoyun feels that he is valuable because of his self-awareness.
Standing next to the shelves of Mo Baozhai, Qian Duoduo looked at it this way and touched it that way, but never said whether he wanted to buy it or not.
Turning around, I saw the shopkeeper of Mo Baozhai smiling as he welcomed an outstandingly handsome man into the store.
Qian Duoduo looked at this man and felt that there was such a man in the world. His whole temperament was like the immortal described in the book.
But despite this, in Qian Duoduo's mind, she still thinks her weasel is a bit more handsome.
So, it is in the eye of the beholder...!!!!
Qian Duoduo looked at the man from head to toe purely out of admiration, and then turned back to focus on his own things. He thought to himself, no matter how beautiful a man is, if he is not as good as her weasel.
Thinking like this, Qian Duoduo came to the price where the wolf hair pens were placed. He reached out and picked up a wolf hair pen. He turned to the shopkeeper who was nodding and bending towards the handsome man and muttering something unknown: "Shopkeeper, this wolf hair pen is there." Is the pen really made of hair plucked from wolves?”
The shopkeeper was talking quietly to Long Yan Danmo, but was suddenly interrupted by the village girl. Although she was unhappy in her heart, she couldn't say anything in front of her master.
"The wolf hair pen is not made of wolf hair. How can a girl write?" Long Yan Danmo originally came here to have a fish dish. He originally loved fish, even if the fish dish was cooked with It smells fishy.
But he liked the texture of the meat very much.
Until yesterday, someone said that the newly launched fish dishes at Chunfeng Deyilou in Longzhao Town had no fishy smell and exuded the fragrance of fish, so he came here because of the reputation and made an unannounced visit to the Mobaozhai branch that the emperor managed for his father. No. to see how the business has been recently.
But he didn't expect that in this rural area, there would be women buying things like this paper, ink, pen and inkstone. Long Yan Danmo walked to Qian Duoduo with a slight novelty, reached out and picked up a wolf hair pen, his white jade fingers exuded a faint light. The fluorescence almost blinded Qian Duoduo's squinting eyes.
"Girl, can you write?" Long Yan was indifferent. Even though he was born in a county prince's palace, he yearned for a free and unrestrained life. He had no desires and pursuits in his life and only preferred food, reading and writing. He was a typical literati. Mohist.
And he is not an ordinary literati. He is very obsessed with things like calligraphy and ink. He even thought that the people who would appear in a place like Mo Baozhai, apart from scholars and students, would be people like him. But he didn't expect that today