The senior executive turned around, lifted the curtain, and looked at the two glass lamps placed in the carriage.
"Tian San ran to Gaoping and pawned this. Our banknotes must have been cashed there." The coachman continued, "Would you like to check?"
"What to check?" the senior executive said, "What is there to check? Tian San didn't even say it himself. That night he was sitting by the bridge eating bread. Someone sat down next to him and said that he had lost a shoe.
, I want to buy his shoes.”
The coachman was naturally not a coachman, but a young apprentice who was in charge of management. At this time, he was also thinking about the description he heard.
Tian San's shoes were worn out and dirty. He didn't expect anyone to want them, so of course he happily bought them.
The man threw him a few coins and one of his shoes.
Tian San described that shoe as being very good, and the workmanship and fabric were something Tian San had never seen before. He was reluctant to throw them away, so he picked them up and put them on himself.
Then the man laughed and did not accuse him. Instead, he said that he would make a lot of money with him.
This big sum of money is naturally the chess game lantern with a bonus of five thousand taels at the Lantern Festival.
In the end, the man did not make a mistake. Tian San said that the man who exchanged the silver generously gave him five hundred taels of silver, and the two glazed cups that contained the silver were also given to him.
"Ask carefully what is that person like?" the apprentice said.
"Why do you ask those questions? You want to know who he is, how old he is, whether he is married, and where and what kind of people do you want him to be? Are you going to marry him?" the senior executive looked at him and said.
The apprentice laughed when he was told this.
"Master, aren't you curious at all?" he said, pointing to the carriage, "Then why did you buy this glass cup and ask about Tian San?"
The senior executive glared at him.
"I borrowed this glass cup from the old lady." He said, "The young lady said that if she loses her money, she will lose it and doesn't care, so I won't ask, but the glass cup does not belong to the young lady. I
Of course I have to buy it back."
He said and waved his hands.
"Stop talking nonsense. Don't mention these things again in the future. Go to the inn quickly to give proof to Yi Cheng. This time, the Jin Yiwei is here for the crown prince Chengguo. We must not let it slip.
When gods fight, we mortals stay away."
The disciple naturally knew the seriousness of this matter and responded quickly by urging his horse and whip.
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When Miss Jun entered the house, Liu'er came out from a distance and asked about her welfare.
"Miss, don't worry about playing outside, I'll take good care of you at home," she said.
Miss Jun smiled and handed her a windmill.
"For you." She smiled.
Liu'er's eyes lit up with joy, she took the windmill, raised it and ran two steps into the wind.
"Miss, one for me?" she asked, looking at the other windmill in Miss Jun's hand.
"This is for the young master." Miss Jun said with a smile.
Liu'er made two oh-oh sounds.
"It's so kind of you, Miss, to be thinking about him," she said.
The two of them were chatting and laughing and had already reached the entrance of the courtyard. Before they walked in, they heard the clear laughter of a woman inside.
Seeing Liu'er coming in, the two girls standing in the yard were startled.
"The young master asked someone to go in to serve him." They hurriedly said, "Lingzhi went in alone, we didn't all go in."
No wonder others would question it, the girls were serving the young master as if they were thieves, and they were so frightened when they were discovered.
But Liu'er and Miss Jun didn't think much of it.
One thinks that this is the young lady’s order and it’s a matter of course, and the other thinks that it’s to prevent people from getting close to Fang Chengyu now.
"What are you waiting for? You are smiling so happily." Liu'er said angrily.
The laughter in the room had long since stopped, and a girl stood up with some anxiety and saluted Miss Jun.
Miss Jun recognized her as Fang Chengyu's original girl Lingzhi, and nodded with a smile.
"Give this to the young master to play with," she said, handing over the windmill in her hand.
Lingzhi was stunned for a moment and didn't react.
Looking at the expressions of these people, what do they think of the lady? Liu'er was very unhappy.
"Didn't you hear? The young lady bought this specially for the young master." She said with a glare.
Lingzhi hurriedly stepped forward to take it this time.
"Thank you, young lady, thank you, young lady." She stammered and gave a gift.
"Hey, what are you thanking? I didn't buy it for you." Liu'er said, "Who do you think you are? It's your turn to thank the young master?"
Ganoderma lucidum was even more panicked.
"Okay." Miss Jun stopped Liu'er's criticism and smiled at Ganoderma lucidum, "Take it in for the young master to play with."
Liu'er and Lingzhi walked towards the study without waiting for another conversation.
"Liu'er, come with me."
Liu'er glared at Lingzhi before following her.
Watching the two of them enter the study, Lingzhi breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the windmill in his hand and turned around hesitantly.
Fang Chengyu was sitting in a wheelchair by the window, reading a book, with a calm expression, and seemed not to hear anything going on outside.
"Master." Lingzhi lifted the windmill with a smile, "My mistress bought it for you. Look, how beautiful it is."
She blew into the windmill, and the windmill whirred.
Fang Chengyu looked over and smiled slightly.
"It's very good," he said.
The fourteen-year-old boy's smile by the bright window was dazzling.
Lingzhi couldn't help but feel dazzled, and felt that the young master's gaze was not on the windmill, but on himself.
So the young master is saying that he is good-looking?
Ganoderma's face turned slightly red, and she blew the windmill more seriously and focused.
Master, look at it quickly, look at it.
Liu'er placed his windmill on Miss Jun's desk.
"The flowers are beautifully arranged today." Miss Jun looked at the room and smiled.
Liu'er looked happy and proud.
The lady was complimenting her.
"Liu'er, go and get the mileage map to Beijing." Miss Jun said.
Liu'er responded by walking to the bookshelf and taking out the picture in the box.
Miss Jun opened it and placed it on the desk.
"Miss, do you want to go to the capital?" Liu'er couldn't help but ask as she looked at her very intently.
She still remembers that the young lady canceled the engagement letter and took the money just to go to the capital. Later, she asked about the capital. Although she didn't mention it now, she still never forgot it.
Naturally, if you want to go, you want to go, but you can’t just go if you want to.
Miss Jun smiled.
"No," she said, "I'm thinking of the person who wanted to do this picture."
Liu'er said oh.
"What happened to the person in this picture?" she asked curiously.
This was what she was curious about, not the questions that should have been her first thought, Miss, who did you know who made the picture? How did you know?
This is probably why Miss Jun finds it easy and smooth to talk to this girl.
She always asked about what she wanted to say and what she was thinking about at the moment, not the messy things that needed explanation.
Miss Jun looked at the picture with a smile.
"I don't recognize this person," she said, "I've only heard of him since I was a kid."
Liu'er said oh, not surprised at all.
There is no need for the young lady to be familiar with everyone. That would be very tiring for the young lady.
Zhu Zan, she really didn’t recognize him.
Because Duke Cheng Guo was stationed in the north, his wife accompanied him. Zhu Zan had lived in the north since he was a child, and occasionally accompanied Duke Cheng and his wife to Beijing to visit relatives. In addition, he was a boy, so he had no contact with them, the princesses.
The reason why she had heard of this name and knew this person was because Zhu Zan came back one time and beat the emperor's twelfth uncle. (To be continued)