This is the country in exchange for ministers

The end of the year is approaching.It was very lively inside and outside the city.Those who bear firewood, those who buy rice, and those who sell eggs.Those who push carts, those who lead horses, those who sell flowers, those who are premature.Arguing and cursing, teasing endlessly.All together in the broad street.Laid out, it is a busy picture scroll.

Sun Zirui was still swaggering through the market, and the young owner of Xiangfeng Qianzhuang was slacking off as usual, squeezing in the crowd, with the slightest black mark on the white-haired cloak on his body being accidentally scratched by the firewood seller next to him.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The firewood seller looked terrified.Putting down the burden, I can't wait to lie on the ground. "I'm sorry, young master. I'm too young to see."

The people around all dispersed, leaving an open space, for fear of harming the fish in the pond.The white-haired cloak on Sun Zirui didn't look cheap.

There are also many people who are afraid that they will not be too big to watch.He recognized him as Young Master Sun from Shengdu Xiangfeng Bank.It made the place lively for a moment.

"It's quite short-sighted. Your cloak is so expensive." The boy under the cloak frowned.The white porcelain face was flushed with anger as if rouge had been applied.A pair of watery eyes are full of water, very lively. "It's 200 taels of gold."

Sun Tzu rubbed his forehead and sighed.The snow fox cloak I just got, just came out to show off today, and it has become like this.

"Young Master Sun, forgive me. Forgive me." The strong man on the ground cried after hearing the price.A thin, dirty cotton coat kept rubbing against the marble streets in winter.It became messy as soon as it was wiped, and the reed flowers tucked inside the cotton coat were blown by the wind and scattered in all directions.

Even if he sold his whole family, it wouldn't be worth a cloak of Sun Zirui.

"I forgive you? If I forgive you, you can pay me back the cloak?" Sun Tzu snorted sharply and gave him a contemptuous look.

"Master, please spare the little one. How can the little one afford to pay for such a precious thing." The man sobbed and wiped away his tears.

"I can't afford it." Sun Zirui looked down at the thin and weeping man, but he showed a little compassion.There were crowds of people around, but they were silent like cicadas.

"Or?" Sun Zirui hesitated.He stroked his cloak, feeling distressed.

"How about not being able to afford it? After breaking someone else's cloak, you just want to leave with a single word? If you don't have money to pay, just pay with your life."

A cold snort came from the top of his head.Before Sun Zirui saw anyone, he saw a pair of hands approaching, tightening the cloak for himself.The cold hand accidentally touched his warm neck, making Sun Zirui shiver from the cold.

"Pay with your life? What's the deal?" Sun Zirui glared at the visitor.Shrinking his neck, he shouted.

"Shut up." Fan Song lowered his head and whispered into Sun Zirui's ear.pondered.

"Master. This is it." The man was extremely embarrassed.He didn't dare to raise his head, just kept kowtowing there.

"This cloak is made of high-quality snow fox fur, without any stray hairs. Isn't it enough to buy your life?" Fan Song said lightly.With a sullen face, he lost his usual gentle and refined bookishness, and instead had a cold and decisive attitude.

"He went to the Sun Mansion to be a servant for the rest of his life. I'm afraid he won't be able to earn 200 taels of gold. Hey, no matter what, you are at a disadvantage. You should send it directly to the Yamen." Fan Song narrowed his eyes and smiled.It's like the tone of strolling in the garden.Turning around and raising one's eyes can determine the life and death of others.

"No, young master." The man panicked and frightened.Kneeling and dawdling forward.I can't wait to hug Sun Zirui's feet.Beg him to let himself go. "The little ones are willing to be long-term workers for a lifetime."

"Who wants you to be a long-term worker?" The grandson who was watching from the side had sharp eyes and sharp eyes, although he was speaking to the kneeling man.But he spat at Fan Song who was standing side by side with him.

"You don't want it?" Fan Song still looked relaxed and kind.The tone is relaxed. "Then give it to me. The servants of my new house haven't bought all."

"I'll see you off." Sun Zirui said indifferently. "If you leave the house, 200 taels of gold will be gone. Bad luck."

"Okay." Fan Song waved his hand.Signaling the crowd to disperse, regardless of the surrounding spectators blending in, he recruited the following servants. "You take him back. Let him stay and go back with him. Zirui and I met by chance and went for a drink."

The boy had a look of hesitation on his face, and he answered after being silent for a while.He went with the trembling firewood bearer.

"Who wants to drink with you?" Sun Zirui pouted and hummed arrogantly.

"Young Master Sun is so kind and virtuous. You just sent me a servant. I'll buy Young Master Sun a glass of thin wine. It's not too much." Fan Song said gently.

"Why do you have to embarrass that person? It's just a cloak." Sun Zirui frowned remembering what happened just now.

"Yes. A cloak of 200 taels of gold. Our Young Master Sun is not short of money. Throw it away if you say so." Fan Song sighed.He tugged at the corner of his cloak, motioning him to go forward, and don't just appear on the street in a daze.

"But you are an empty-handed white wolf, and you buy one and accept your fate. You are really dark-hearted." Sun Zirui showed his white teeth and said solemnly.

"Where am I an empty-handed white wolf?" Fan Song glanced at him and smiled warmly.Warmer than the sudden sunshine in winter.

"This cloak of mine can be used again, and your life will be yours." Sun Zirui followed him obediently, not forgetting to say in a low voice.

"The sea of ​​bitterness is boundless, I helped you with one word and saved him. How could it be a white wolf with empty gloves?" Fan Song said calmly.Glancing at the Chunyi Tower next to him, he raised his eyebrows.He turned the corner and pulled him in.

"Don't talk." Fan Song approached suddenly, pressing Sun Zirui behind the door.Sticking to Sun Zirui's ear, he whispered.

Sun Tzurui froze.Take two quick breaths.fair face.It was like applying rouge, with a strange tinge of red.

Fan Song seemed to be on guard against something.Hiding behind the door, quietly looking at the bustling streets.Only Sun Zirui left a thin and stern profile.

Fan Song was already a head taller than Sun Zirui.In the past, he was thin and thin, with a yellow complexion, but he couldn't find his tallness.Now holding Sun Zirui's small body with one hand, Sun Zirui realized that Fan Song was not short either.No matter how many years older than himself, it is not for nothing.

Sun Tzurui sighed, feeling sorry for him.His mother continued to nourish him every day, and provided him with rich clothes and fine food every day.It can't match the nourishment of Fan Song's good life for several months.

God!You don't have eyes!

"I just found out now. Zirui. You're quite white too. Heh."

A hot death sprayed on the face.Only then did Sun Zirui come back to his senses.Only then did he realize that at some point Fan Song had already set his eyes on his own face.

Those eyes were clear and calm.However, the eyebrows were slightly raised, making the gentle, quiet, upright face look evil.

Sun Zirui blushed, suppressed his voice and murmured in a low voice. "Possibly speaking?"

"Okay." Fan Song smiled softly.By coincidence, he raised his hand and twisted the tall nose bridge that was covered in thin powder.

"What are you doing?" Sun Zirui pushed him against the door next door.roar. "You you you, bah, stinky rascal!"

"You are a man, and I am also a man. Why am I such a rogue?" Fan Song hummed indifferently.In my heart, I silently commented on the hand feeling of the next talent.It is even more delicate than the dumpling skin made of thin noodles.

Fan Song thought with a smile.He tilted his head slightly, smiling.Watch Sun Tzu Rui's white face turn red, red face turn blue, blue face turn green.The green-faced grandson Rui Rui burst into tears and slapped him hard.

"Excuse me. There is a private room upstairs for flirting and cursing. Five taels of silver and overnight stay." The shopkeeper, who had been ignored since entering the door, had a sullen face.Do business.

"The shopkeeper? Do you also do business between men? Are you afraid of dying?" Sun Zirui is a son after all, so he naturally knows where this place is. Before his green face turned white, it turned green again.

"Men, you come in too. You are not afraid of dying. What am I afraid of?" The serious shopkeeper suddenly laughed mysteriously. "To tell you the truth. These men are very particular about each other. More people come to my place. But they all come at night, and you guys come in broad daylight. It's too meng." The shopkeeper secretly smiled, and The wrinkled old face turned into a chrysanthemum with a smile.

"Guest, is it your first time here, do you want balm? It will be delivered if you stay overnight."

"No! Yes!" Sun Zirui took a deep breath and gritted his teeth. "Grandma, it's no wonder my business in Qing Geer Fang is getting worse and worse."

"The shopkeeper. Five taels. No balm." Fan Song patted Sun Zirui on the back.Said decisively.Pulling Sun Zirui to go upstairs.

"Your second uncle, what are you doing?" Sun Zirui yelled in a panic.The white cloak was shaken and tugged, like a blooming pistil flower.

"Zi Rui. Don't make trouble." Fan Song frowned.He sighed softly.Signal him to keep his voice down. "It's not easy for me to come out. Come on."

"Oh..." Sun Zirui's expression changed.Rao was vomited to death, but reluctantly followed.

In the shopkeeper's eyes, this is beyond imagination. "Guest officer. Are you really not giving balm? It's free."

He was answered by the fading stomping upstairs.

Sun Zirui wished he could eat the shopkeeper alive who had no eyesight.The boots hit the floor harder and louder than the last.

"This shop has the word Chun." Fan Song lowered his head and glanced at Sun Zirui.

"What's wrong with the word Daichun? Such a shop owner can't afford it?" Sun Zirui snorted coldly.He glared viciously at Fan Song, who was still calm.

"Your eldest brother and third uncle told me that all the shops in Shengdu with the word "chun" are his secret stakes." Fan Song looked at Sun Zirui with a smile.Smiling wildly.

This is, "If you step on it again, just wait for your boss to peel your skin and cram your tendons?"

. . . . . .Uh T^T, mother, I'm afraid.

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Ow.anyone there? (≧▽≦)/Is Ye Zi really generating electricity for love? T^T