I opened a bookstore in ancient times

Su Yao ran into the kitchen and waited for a while before Fang felt puzzled again.

run what?

His mind was flustered for a while, and he stood by the stove in a daze for a while before regaining his senses.

...I ran away, so it's hard to go out now.

That is to say, to cook, what should I do?

Su Yao looked around the stove and began to worry.

Speaking of which, this is the first time that Mr. Fu came to eat seriously.

But there was nothing good left at home, and he said he wanted to celebrate Ah Yan's passing the small test, because Ah Yan didn't come back yesterday, and he didn't buy vegetables.

Su Yao counted for a while, struggling between braised noodles and braised chicken.

I still chose the braised chicken.

Making braised noodles is too common, not a meal for entertaining guests.

Besides, sitting in the same room with Fu Gezi and eating homemade braised noodles...

There are also some weird ones.

Su Yao thought again of the inexplicable heartbeat just now, and when he was distracted, he almost cut a potato.

Cheng An panicked when he saw it: "What's wrong, young master? Why don't you do it, I'll go out and buy it."

what happened?

Su Yao himself didn't know.

Only then did he come back to his senses completely, looked down at the crookedly cut potatoes, and simply cut them into two pieces.

If you don’t understand it, don’t think about it. If you think about it, you won’t even be able to cook.

Su Yao breathed a sigh of relief and concentrated on cooking. Fortunately, there was no mistake of mistaking vinegar for soy sauce and sugar for salt.

Although being a chef was unexpected, Su Yao also liked cooking very much.

Hot steam rose from the stove, and Cheng An helped to lift the lid of the pot, and the rice was simmered with bright and plump rice grains.

Chicken was good too.

The potatoes are soft, the chicken is bright red and tender, and the green peppers are full of rich and salty soup. Biting down, it also brings out some refreshing and slightly spicy.

Su Yao also put fried tofu and enoki mushrooms, boiled in the thick and fragrant soup, smooth and not greasy.

Although the braised chicken dish is a bit simple, it is still good enough for entertaining guests.

Because Mr. Fu was there, Cheng An refused to eat with him, and only found two big soup pots.A big pot of meat, a big pot of rice.

Su Yao smiled: "Seeing that your appetite is getting better and better."

"Young Master's cooking is delicious." Cheng An smiled, and taking advantage of Su Yao's inattention, he took an extra pair of chopsticks.

Where is the meal that I have a good appetite for my dark guard brothers.

Cheng An helped to arrange the food in the flower hall, and went to eat by himself.

Su Yao cleaned his hands, and when he arrived at the flower hall, Fu Ling had already sat there for a while, reading a stack of manuscripts.

It's Xu Ze's drawing.

It was placed at the counter yesterday and was confiscated. Mr. Fu saw it.

Su Yao approached, and carefully moved the candlestick away: "Mr. Fu, take it away and look at it, it hurts your eyes when it's dark."

"It's over." The lights flickered, making Fu Ling's eyes darken slightly.

He picked out two of them: "These two, draw again."

Su Yao took a quick look at Xu Ze's paintings yesterday. Xu Ze's painting skills are outstanding, and he didn't feel anything wrong.

Hearing Fu Ling's tone, he seemed dissatisfied.

Su Yao hurriedly took a look.

It's two portraits.

In Fu Hetai's "Yunxian Mengyi", the protagonist Jiang Yunxian accidentally rescued a narcissus in his previous life.

He only played twice, but Fu Gezi described this character as too extraordinary, and many judges like it.

He is beautiful and kind-hearted, and has a sense of immortality and mystery, so it is easy to gain favor with him.

It is normal for Xu Ze to draw two pictures of this narcissus alone.

There seems to be nothing wrong with this painting.

Su Yao checked the two pictures carefully, and Fu Ling was on the opposite side, looking at this situation, his eyes became darker.

Su Yao couldn't tell that the narcissus in those two paintings was very similar to him.

The facial features are not much the same, but the mannerisms and expressions...

Fu Gezi felt like it at first sight.

Fu Xiang firmly believes that this is definitely not an illusion, but an intuition aimed at his rival.

He also likes this narcissus very much, otherwise he would not spend so much effort to describe an insignificant supporting role.

But even if he wants to draw Su Yao's appearance, he has to draw it himself, so what's the matter with other people's drawing?

What's more, this picture book will be sold all over Old Beijing.

Fu Gezi couldn't help but darken his eyes.

He thought of the potential rivals in old Beijing, and his jealousy came up again.

Su Yao looked up from between the two paintings, and saw Fu Gezi's face blackened inch by inch.

How can this be so dark?

It seems that Xu Ze's family biography is still not good at drawing characters.

Su Yao felt that he was good at calligraphy and painting, and didn't notice any flaws.

Sure enough, Fu Gezi had a high vision.

He hurriedly smiled: "Mr. Fu doesn't look good, so I'll tell Mr. Xu right away. I just don't know—Mr. Fu thinks, how should this painting be changed?"

Fu Ling didn't lift his eyelids: "The painting is too beautiful, let's make it ugly."

Su Yao: ...Huh?

Su Yao was dumbfounded for a moment.

Did I hear it wrong?

And...there is Party A's father who made such a request?

Fu Gezi, is this a book written by you yourself?Shouldn't the author have a father-like heart?

And I think my own son is ugly.

Su Yao really suspected that he heard it wrong, and confirmed it with Fu Ling again: "Mr. Fu thinks that this character can't be so good-looking?"

Can't be as good looking as you.

Fu Ling paused: "Just follow the ugly picture, as ugly as it can be." He added: "If you can't draw it, don't draw it."

Naturally, Su Yao didn't know that Fu Gezi was eating Wumingfei vinegar from the whole old Beijing, and hearing his bad tone, he had no choice but to respond directly.

He sighed secretly again, Fu Gezi is a miraculous person, and he should have seen it by now.

That being the case, Su Yao thought of Xu Ze again: Then how should I tell Xu Ze?

Party A's father thinks your drawing is too good-looking, so he wants you to change it to be ugly, how ugly is it?

After saying this, Su Yao felt like he was making up nonsense.

Su Yao once again lamented that Party A is such a wonderful group, put away the sketches, and made another meal: "Mr. Fu, let's eat."

The night is already low, and the strong and salty smell of the soup is wafting in the warm wind.

The smell of meat obviously eased the face of the foodie pigeon, so Fu Ling took advantage of the situation to say a few words and began to eat.

Fu Gezi looked pretty when he was eating.

Last time, I saw that he drank the milk tea to be very noble and glamorous. This time, he also ate the braised chicken like a full banquet.

The etiquette of a wealthy family is taught really well.

The behavior of the concubine is also so elegant.

Su Yao raised her head from the rice bowl, took a sneak peek, and was admiring secretly, but met Fu Ling's eyes.

Fu Ling raised his eyes: "What is Boss Su looking at?"

For some reason, Su Yao saw a three-point tease in his eyes.

He peeked at being caught, he was a little embarrassed at first, but when he saw the narrowness in Fu Ling's eyes, he suddenly felt a little joking.

Su Yao put down his chopsticks: "I'm thinking, if Mr. Fu is willing to show his face, the judges in the old Beijing will definitely think that you are a living Jiang Yunxian."

Yanyan is as independent as a lonely pine, and it is as bright as the sun and the moon in the arms.

So apt.

Jiang Yunxian's demeanor in "Yunxian Mengyi" is simply written by Fu Gezi himself.

Fu Ling didn't like him graciously admitting to peeping, and was slightly taken aback, feeling boundless joy in his heart.

He paused, but asked back: "Boss Su likes Jiang Yunxian very much?"

"Jiang Yunxian is such an open-minded and free-spirited person, which is rare in the world." Su Yao admired it more than liked it.

Fu Ling also noticed it, and only smiled slightly: "The judges thought he was aloof and unstained, but in fact, he also cared about him in the world of mortals."

"Really?" Su Yao became interested.

At any rate, it is a popular story in old Beijing, so Su Yao has naturally read it.

What, is there a hidden plot?

It's worth the meal to chat with the author of the best-selling book.

Fu Ling evoked a smile: "At the end of the article, the real person wants to give Jiang Yunxian the Golden Pill and let him stay in the fairyland. Why did he refuse?"

This is the brightest passage in the whole book.

Resigning with the immortal's instruction, Jiang Yunxian's open-mindedness has been improved to a higher level.

Su Yao followed the words just now and speculated: "Then...he doesn't want to live forever because there is someone he cares about in the mortal world—a sweetheart?"

Fu Ling smiled: "At the end of the article, Jiang Yunxian settled down at the Pingzhou Inn, just as the Xia family celebrated the young master's entrance examination."

He paused: "I didn't write it. On the day the young master of the Xia family was born, Pingzhou was full of narcissus."

"It's that narcissus spirit!" Su Yao was startled.

He followed these words for a while, and suddenly found that all the foreshadowing lines in the book were closed.

No wonder……

When the beautiful and kind-hearted Narcissus passed away, Su Yao was still quite sad to see it.

It turned out that there was such a funeral.

Fu Gezi is worthy of being a big name in old Beijing.

Write!

Seeing Su Yao's pleasant surprise, Fu Ling was also satisfied, and just continued: "Originally, this story is just the beginning of the relationship between the two of them. After that, there will be encounters, acquaintances, and acquaintances in this life. After being together, they will... "

Su Yao listened enthusiastically: "Then why did you only write here?"

"Because I don't want to write."

Fu Gezi's reasons are very concise and clear, and they are justified.

Su Yao was in the middle of his head, when suddenly cold water was poured on him.

Pigeons are the most disgusting creatures in this world.

All should be chopped braised!

Pigeon Benge is not ashamed: "I don't write, it's a matter of course. When the little narcissus died, I heard that the judges in the old Beijing were all crying. Don't reincarnate and continue to write, or you will waste their feelings..."

Su Yao's chef's spirit could hardly be suppressed.

Does anyone care about the cuckoo pigeons?

No one cares that I'm going to stew!

Su Yao barely suppressed the urge to go up and pinch Fu Gezi's neck to force him to write, and gave a professional smirk: "Mr. Fu, hurry up and eat, I also cut some fruits, just to eat after dinner."

Fu Ling paused.

what happened?

We had a good chat, and suddenly you want to urge people to leave quickly?

Su Yao: Don't eat it, go back to the pigeon nest and code for me!

Fu Ling was rarely ignorant, so when he was kicked out according to Su Yao's arrangement, he was still a little confused.

I don't know if Su Yao understood the hints of Narcissus and Jiang Yunxian.

I don't understand.

Still a little angry.

For the first time, Fu Xiang, who has insight into people's hearts, felt that he had fallen into a big hole, and he still didn't know how.

Su Yao made the pigeon angry, so he didn't give Fu Ling any of the dishes to celebrate Ah Yan the next day.

Cheng An resentfully put away the food box: "My lord, don't you want to give it to Mr. Fu?"

Su Yao was silent for a while: "The dishes I cook for Ah Yan are not for others to eat."

Su Yao turned around and poured a spoonful of hot oil on the boiled pork slices, and the tangy aroma of pepper, pepper, and minced garlic wafted away.

Cheng An... Cheng An was sad for the eldest son for a second, and was instantly happy.

Then give me a little more, Brother Dark Guard.

Su Yao usually eats vegetarian dishes that are hearty and nourishing... In short, they are not something that secret guards should eat often.

But Cheng An always likes to leave it to him.

Anwei Bing is basically equal every time, watching Cheng An eat another meal.

Su Yao is not obviously fat, Cheng An has gained a lot of weight in the past month and a half.

Anwei Bing saw Cheng An's face buried in eating fish fillets, and he refueled his eldest son again.

Hurry up and take Boss Su back to the house.

Such a good person, if you don't do it, you will be snatched away by others.

What the dark guard B was talking about was the Mr. Xu who came.

Although Master Xie and Dr. Bai are nice people and are very interested in Boss Su, Boss Su is obviously not tempted.

This Mr. Xu is different.

Boss Su obviously cared a lot about him.

Su Yao did it out of empathy for his life experience.

He substitutes himself, and always feels that Xu Ze is like himself back then.

I couldn't help but go to help more.

Xu Ze came in the afternoon, and Su Yao was waiting for him. Although he was overwhelmed with words, he finally said truthfully: "Mr. Fu's meaning is to trouble you to change these two paintings...to make them look worse."

Although this requirement sounds a lot like I made it up.

But it was indeed Fu Gezi's personal request.

Xu Ze glanced at it, but didn't feel any superfluous surprise, and just kept silent.

After Xu Ze handed in the drawing that day, he realized that this picture book was going to be sold all over the old capital, and he felt a lot of discomfort.

It is normal for Mr. Fu to see that these two pictures were so emotional when he was painting them.

Although the two had the same idea, Xu Ze was still unhappy out of natural hostility towards his rival.

He lowered his voice: "I understand, I can fix it right away."

Can you understand this too?

understand what?

Cultural people are indeed communicating in different dimensions.

Su Yao claimed that he did not have the realm of a literati, so he could only nod directly: "Okay, Mr. Xu, as soon as possible, I have already made an appointment with Xie's engraving workshop. The sooner the book is written, the sooner it will be sold."

Xu Ze paused for a moment, then pushed the two drawings to Su Yao: "Boss Su thinks, do these two drawings still stand out?"

Su Yao naturally looked at it well, and fearing that he would be hit by Fu Gezi, he hurriedly said with a smile: "The painting is very good. I don't know what other people think, but I like it very much."

Xu Ze listened carefully to his tone.

Sure enough, I couldn't tell who it was.

Xu Zemo paused: "These two paintings are useless, so give them to Boss Su."

After thinking for a while, he added: "Boss Su doesn't have any of my paintings here yet. I'll have some free time someday, so I can draw a few more with Boss Su and decorate the facade."

It's a good feeling.

Xu Ze's paintings are very valuable.

Thinking of this, Su Yao scolded himself with a smile: I'm crazy about doing business, and I think about money first in everything.

He thanked Xu Ze for his kindness, and wrapped some snacks for him.

The child is too thin.

Cheng An was rather reluctant, and when he helped pack the food box, he finally felt a sense of crisis belatedly: he thought Boss Su only delivered food to our master.

Cheng An was complaining, but saw Su Yao wrapped a box again: "Go to Xie's Carving Workshop and give this to Shopkeeper Liu."

Lin Niang is the big shopkeeper, she is very busy, and after the incident of retiring the marriage last time, she has not been able to talk, so it is not convenient to meet each other after all.

A few days ago, Su Yao wanted to discuss embroidery books with Xie's Carving Workshop, but he didn't want the second shopkeeper Liu Qi to come in person this morning, saying that he would be in charge of the publishing of Su's Bookstore in the future.

It's not like they didn't have any contacts before, but this time, shopkeeper Liu's attitude is not very good.

Shopkeeper Liu is very good at doing business, but he has a problem, he is fussy and stingy.

Linniang insisted on arranging for him to personally take over the business of Su's bookstore, asking for the best workmanship, but she refused to raise the price, which made the shopkeeper Liu very angry, and scolded him at home for several days: "If you have money, you can't make money." , in vain to use good business to subsidize favors that are beyond reach..."

But the Xie family is his main family, and his body deed is in Linniang's hands, so he dares not speak out.

The list must be ranked first, the things must be made according to the best, and the price must not be overcharged.

Shopkeeper Liu felt aggrieved and could only show his face to Su Yao.

Su Yao is a person who pays attention to affection.

Just thinking about the original embroidery is very troublesome, and he is in a hurry because it takes a lot of time in the engraving workshop. Since the chat is not very pleasant, let's make up something.

At this moment, Su Yao didn't know the day when shopkeeper Liu would thank him so much, so he just told Cheng An: "Just tell me that I have made some new dim sum, and invite shopkeeper Liu to try it."

He also asked: "Don't send it to the wrong person."

Cheng An joked: "I've seen it twice, how can I send it to the wrong person?"

Cheng An is safe and agile in his work.

Su Yao was also relieved, and was packing up the dishes, but saw something dropped by his feet.

Su Yao picked it up and saw that it was a black jade pendant with a black gold thread.

Like a fan pendant.

Cheng An took a look: "Ah, isn't this Mr. Fu's stuff?"

Carving auspicious clouds in ink jade has a rare texture and fine workmanship.

Such a luxurious item is indeed affordable for Fu Gezi.

"Have you seen it in Fu's house before? Is it Mr. Fu's?" Su Yao confirmed.There are often other valuable customers in the shop, so don't take them by mistake.

This jade was carved by Fu Ling himself when he was young.

Cheng An would not admit his mistake, but just nodded.

Su Yao handed it to him: "Then you can drop by and return it to Mr. Fu."

Cheng An stayed at Su Yao's place rather happily: "I don't want to see Mr. Fu."

When I saw it, I had to be scolded again.

Every time Cheng An talks back to Fu Ling, it starts with self-reflection.

Cheng An was wronged.

Pushing Su Yao again: "This thing is precious, and it would be shameful for me to take it back. You can go, young master."

The eldest son must be waiting to see you.

"Row."

What Cheng An said made sense. If you don't know how much money you lost, you should take a trip.

Su Yao hadn't been there since he met Zheng Fu Yin outside Fu's house last time.

Because of the Prince's singing prostitute incident last time, Zheng Fu Yin has been dismissed.

The new governor of the old capital, whose surname is Song, is said to be a very talented senior official who was a member of the late emperor's reign.

Su Yao and other old Beijing civilians have not seen it yet.

Soon it will be the beginning of summer, and the flowers and trees around Fu's house will become more and more lush, full of enthusiasm and luxuriant vitality.

There were few people in Yanqingfang, and unknown birds were chirping and jumping around Su Yao.

As soon as Uncle Wu stood at the door, he saw Boss Su approaching slowly.

The afternoon sun was clear and bright, making Su Yao's complexion even fairer.The weather was approaching summer, and it was already scorching hot. The sun set from the treetops, and a thin layer of light sweat appeared on Su Yao's forehead.

Boss Su's complexion got better and better.

Looking at it from a distance, Uncle Wu just sighed, fortunately, Boss Su was born in the old capital, if he was in the middle of the capital, the eldest son might not have the chance to strike.

Uncle Wu hurriedly stepped forward to meet the person: "Boss Su is very polite. Are you here to find our young master?"

Su Yao saw a gift: "Mr. Fu left something in my shop yesterday, and I will return it."

Su Yao was about to give the fan pendant to Uncle Wu, but Uncle Wu didn't accept it: "Boss Su, please return it to our young master himself. This thing is precious, and it's hard to tell if it's lost in my circle."

So be careful.

Su Yao had no choice but to follow him in.

There are other people in Fu Zhai.

Under the sieve of the sun, the flowers and trees on the ground are dimly shaded, and the crape myrtle flowers are still blooming just right, and the yard is pink and purple.

Fu Ling was sitting on a small stone table in the courtyard, playing chess with another scribe who was much older.

Although the man was older, he looked extremely upright, with elegant demeanor, bright eyebrows, and smiled before saying a word. Su Yao could imagine what a magnificent person he would be if he was young.

You don't need to be young, Mr. Song is still famous now.

On the unofficial list of beautiful men in Beijing, only Song Jin, an old man in his 40s, overwhelms a group of young men every year.

After all, he was the one who was smashed several blocks by the sachet of a noble lady in Beijing after she was in high school.

Afterwards, Guochao never produced such a handsome Tanhualang again, and the boudoirs in Beijing regretted it for many years.

Seeing that there were guests, Su Yao didn't want to stay any longer, and greeted the two of them from a distance.

Just as he was about to take out his things and leave, Fu Ling left him behind: "Master and I are about to finish this game of chess. Boss Su will be a witness to us. It has gone from one win in one game to two wins in three games, and now we are talking about five games." Three wins."

Fu Ling frowned slightly: "If the master refuses to admit it, I'm afraid there will be endless troubles today."

Song Jin raised her eyes to look at Su Yao, and seemed to smile a little: "Now that you are older, why do you bully Mr. with others like this?"

The two were talking, but their hands didn't stop.

Judging from Su Yao's level of chess playing, this move is like a fight between gods and gods.

Uncle Wu and Su Yao go to a dragon well, Su Yao's cup is bottomed out, and the chess game is divided.

Bai Zi was unable to recover, so Su Yao saw Fu Ling's master and began to throw away: "This round doesn't count, we won four out of seven rounds."

Fu Ling sipped his tea: "Master, if you lose, you lose." And helplessly: "It's fine if you play tricks on me, there are others here."

"That's right."

Song Jin looked back and took a careful look at Su Yao, "This game doesn't count, isn't it because the little beauty distracted me?"

Su Yao first made him dumbfounded from laughing, and then dumbfounded from calling him this title.

Is it Fu Gezi's teacher?

This temperament is not at all like Fu Gezi's.

Song Jin called out to tease Fu Gezi, seeing Fu Ling's eyes darkened, she just thought it was funny: "Little beauty is my student's friend? Can she play chess?"

Su Yao didn't know how to answer when she heard Fu Ling's low voice: "Master."

This kid has been like this since he was a child.

If you are upset, you can call someone by name, and if you are upset with your teacher, you can shout "Master" in a deep voice.

Song Jin responded very graciously, and after making people angry, she was very happy again, so she changed her words: "What is Boss Su looking for, this student Song?"

Fu Ling didn't give a specific introduction, and Su Yao didn't know what to call him, so he could only say, "I've met you, sir. I'll return Mr. Fu's things."

After all, take out the fan pendant.

Song Jin frowned slightly, and couldn't help looking at Fu Ling, but he didn't make any movement.

Su Yao held the fan pendant in his palm: "I took a look, and the thread is a little loose."

Fu Ling looked as usual, and put it in his arms: "Thank you, Boss Su."

"Should be."

Su Yao smiled, "I have to tell Mr. Fu that Mr. Xu promised to change the painting, and he will probably send it to you tomorrow for a look. If it works, we will start making the embroidery book."

Fu Ling said "Mmm" and nodded: "Boss Su has worked hard."

Su Yao looked at Song Jin, and said with a smile: "Then, talk to Mr. Fu, I still have something to do in the shop, I need to go back earlier."

He said goodbye, but when he got up, his cuffs were hung down, and two paintings fell out.

It is the narcissus painted by Xu Ze.

Fu Ling's eyes suddenly sank, and Song Jin's eyes were quite playful.

Fu Ling softened his tone: "Why does Boss Su carry the sketch with him?"

And dissatisfied: "Why are the waste manuscripts still kept?"

Su Yao was about to pick it up, but Song Jin picked it up first.

Su Yao could only smile gently: "Mr. Xu doesn't seem to be very satisfied with these two. But I looked good, so he gave it to me."

Just put it away casually, forgot to put it at home, and brought it out.

Song Jin is such a smart person, he only takes a few glances, and his eyes are even more playful.

He looked at Fu Ling: "I don't know, when did the old capital have such outstanding painters?"

Fu Ling's complexion was not good: "I also see that the painting skills are outstanding. Why don't you give me the painting, and I will keep my waste manuscripts."

Song Jin naturally refused, and said with a smile: "The demeanor of the person in this painting is so extraordinary——"

He deliberately paused: "If there is such a person in this world, then I will spend all my money and try my best to meet him. Now that I have this portrait, there is a word for it..."

Song Jin frowned: "I can't put it down, that's the word."

Fu Ling thought to himself that my master didn't mean to piss me off on purpose, but at the same time, he knew Song Jin's temper well and couldn't be serious with him, so he had no choice but to keep a dark face and keep silent.

Su Yao looked around and said with a smile, "Then, since sir likes it, let's give it to him."

Song Jin still wanted to say something: "Is this wrong? Didn't Mr. Xu 'specially' give it to Boss Su?"

Fu Ling felt heartbroken when he heard his voice, and said in a deep voice: "Since Boss Su is willing to give up his love, Master will take it. Although Boss Su is easy to talk, Master shouldn't take advantage of it and act like a good boy."

Fu Ling's words were serious, and Song Jin wanted to get angry at him: "Really? But it's clear that Mr. Xu 'specially' gave Boss Su something, how can I win the love? It's better to give it back to Boss Su."

Fu Ling's face was so cold that it almost froze.

Su Yao didn't quite understand what they were talking about, but he quite understood Fu Ling's expression.

Fu Gezi was angry.

withdraw.

Su Yao smiled and said, "Mr. likes it, so I will give it to him. I am familiar with this painter Xu. If I want a painting, it is easy to get it."

Song Jin teased Fu Ling persistently: "It seems that Boss Su and Mr. Xu have a very close relationship."

The pigeon seemed to be about to explode.

There were many mistakes in what he said, Su Yao casually said a few words, and walked away quickly.

The courtyard was very quiet, and Fu Ling didn't lift his eyelids: "Is Master happy?"

Song Jin saw that "Get out of here" was written all over his face, and smiled leisurely: "It doesn't matter if I'm happy or not, what matters is—"

"Boss Su of your family, there are quite a lot of people outside thinking about it."

Fu Ling took a deep breath.

Taught by Song Jin since childhood, his temper has been clearly grasped by him.

The master really knows how to be angry.

Song Jin saw that he was really displeased, so she was serious: "Didn't I also kindly remind you?"

"Would you like to be kind, Master knows for sure." Fu Ling didn't lift his eyelids.

It really pissed people off.

Song Jin poured him tea: "Don't lose your temper with me."

Fu Ling wouldn't really get angry with his teacher, so he took it casually: "Uncle Wu brought him in just to show Master. Let's see, Master, how is he?"

Song Jin paused, eyebrows and eyes curved: "Better than you."

There was a faint smile in Fu Ling's eyes, and he said again: "Master is satisfied. It is better to hit the sun than to choose the day. This is the master who has seen it."

"What if I'm not satisfied?"

When Song Jinfang asked, he thought that with Fu Ling's vicious eyes, someone who can take it to heart, it is impossible for others to be dissatisfied.

He was silent for a while, and his tone was finally serious: "Although you must have your own ideas, I just want to tell you one thing. You have vision, but don't treat others as blind."

After thinking about it again, he said with a smile: "I can see, people don't see you at all."

Fu Ling was neither salty nor indifferent: "There is a person like Master here, how can others look at me?"

"do not."

Song Jin sipped her tea, "Whether you kidnap someone or not, it's because you are incompetent, don't talk to me."

Nodding the table again: "If you want someone, you have to have some snacks."

Fu Ling was silent for a moment.

Song Jin also reminded in place, whether it will be successful or not depends on fate.

There was a moment of silence in the courtyard, and Song Jin read again: "Did you take that piece of jade out again?"

Fu Ling said lightly, "I like it."

Song Jin said "hmm", wanted to test something, thought for a while, and then gave up.

Fu Ling took a sip of tea and asked, "Did Lu Yu tell Master about the No. 2 of the academy's small test, Su Yan?"

"I mentioned it."

Song Jin was silent, "I've read the test papers, and it's true that he's outstanding. He's not in the top spot, but you suppressed it on purpose."

Paused: "I can't tell much about a single prose. The pavilion written by this kid has the same square characters. I can't tell if it is."

Fu Ling was silent: "If he is, Su Yao still doesn't know anything."

Song Jin smiled, "If he is, then we should find the little emperor's grandson first."

As he spoke, he hated iron for being weak: "Since you know Boss Su, why don't you move around often? This time, Lu Yu was the first to notice it."

I added: "No wonder we've known each other for so long, and they still don't care about you. You can't even deal with your rival in love, so what use are you for?"

Fu Ling let him scold him head and face, sent him away, and picked up Guipi again.

The cinnamon is fluffy, and after eating and sleeping for a spring, it becomes more and more round.

Fu Ling was sitting in the courtyard with a heavy lump in his arms, and the bright sun was shining from among the shadows of the trees. Uncle Wu came running: "My lord, I have accepted a letter."

Fu Ling felt a bit blocked, and only said: "Read it."

Uncle Wu wanted to say that this letter was strange, the envelope had no words, but it was not the usual secret letter format.

But Fu Ling seemed to be in a bad mood, so Uncle Wu decided to open the envelope directly.

"Your respect, brother. The day before yesterday, I heard that brother was ill, and I was very anxious. However, due to the defense of men and women, I never went to see him in person. I hope that brother is all well."

This letter is so strange.

Uncle Wu went on to read: "I don't know if my elder brother still remembers the order of my parents in the past. A good marriage is the joy of the two surnames. I think back to when I was a child, I used to study with my elder brother in a family school. When I was young, I often violated the rules. Thanks to Su Shibo, Aunt Su and Brother Su for not giving up..."

Uncle Wu paused.

This is a letter to Boss Su?

Uncle Wu stopped to look at Fu Ling, but found that Fu Ling's face was dark.

……Too.

Does Boss Su actually have a marriage contract?

Uncle Wu suddenly trembled.

After all the calculations, there was never a marriage contract.

Why... If it wasn't for the wrong delivery of the letter, our eldest son wouldn't know about it.

The matter of sending letters has to start with Cheng An delivering snacks to Xie's Carving Workshop.

Cheng An sent the dim sum to Xie's carving workshop, just in time for the carving workshop to distribute wedding candies, saying that Miss Xie's family is getting married.

Cheng An ate two mouthfuls, and when he returned to the bookstore, he saw a strange boy standing at the door.

There was a box of wedding candies on the counter, and he held a letter in his hand, and said, "This letter was ordered by my lady, and I want to send it to Boss Su."

Cheng An wanted to pick it up, but the boy was straightforward and refused to give it: "My lady told me that this letter has to be handed over to Master Su or Qi Bo."

Boss Su was not there, and Qi Bo also went out.

Only Ah Yan was looking at the store, Ah Yan said helplessly, "I asked for it just now, but he refused to give it."

This guy is young, and he looks very awkward.

Cheng An could only say: "My son will be back in a while, can you wait?"

"I've been waiting for a long time. When I go back, the candy is gone." The boy was anxious, "Where did Boss Su go?"

Ah Yan didn't know where Fu Ling lived, so Cheng An told him carefully.

Look at him dumbfounded and said it several times.

The boy responded and hurried away.

Seeing his swift figure, Cheng An couldn't help worrying: "I don't know our young master, so don't send him the wrong one."

Ah Yan smiled and said, "Didn't you just stop talking? You are very recognizable, the one who looks the best."

Who knows, this stupid boy didn't look for him according to this standard at all.

He ran to Fu's house, and Wu Shugang sent Song Jin away.

The boy went back in a hurry, and saw an old man standing at the door from a distance, and thought it must be Qi Bo.

The eldest lady said that Mr. Su was not in good health, and Qi Bo usually didn't dare to leave his side.

That must be it.

He handed the letter to Uncle Wu: "This is a letter from my family to your son."

The eldest lady ordered not to make it public, so he simply didn't even give his name.

Uncle Wu took the letter with a dazed expression on his face.

He talked endlessly, and ran away after delivering it.

Whose servant is so ineffective in doing things?

Uncle Wu was surprised, and worried that something important and secret had happened, so he hurriedly took it in.

Then there was the matter of talent.

Uncle Wu secretly glanced at Fu Ling, trembling in his heart, he quickly lowered his head, and quickly flipped through the letter.

It's a divorce!It's a divorce!It's a divorce!

Eldest son, this is a letter of resignation!

Uncle Wu's heart suddenly returned to his place when he mentioned his throat.

Linniang was about to get married, and she was so busy preparing for the wedding that she remembered that she had asked for a letter from Nurse Ying saying that she would retire, but she hadn't done it yet.

She sneaked in and wrote one.

Because I wrote it in a hurry, I basically thought of where to write it, and sent it out as soon as I finished writing.

But her servant girl was lazy and refused to go out in the hot weather, so she just looked for someone.

Uncle Wu couldn't help complaining: I didn't make it clear in the first sentence about retiring, it was like getting married at the beginning.

He calmed down, and told Fu Ling about the letter.

Fu Ling took the letter and glanced at it twice, but his complexion did not improve.

Uncle Wu: ...?

Son, it's a divorce!Retire!

Do not worry about it!Boss Su is still your cabbage!

Uncle Wu only felt that the air pressure in the whole yard was low, and then he saw Fu Ling waving.

Dark Guard B appeared: "Master."

Fu Ling said lightly: "Go and collapse the roofs of the main house and the kitchen."

Dark Guard B: ...Huh?

Fu Ling said coldly: "Don't you understand?"

"Yes." Dark Guard B hurriedly responded.

Ying Wan was somewhat hesitant: Is there something wrong with my ears, or something wrong with my brain? !

Uncle Wu was stunned when he heard this: "...My lord, how will we live in the future?"

Fu Ling calmly said, "I won't stay here anymore, pack up your things and go."

Doesn't it mean that I move less and appear too far away?

Song Jin really irritated Fu Xiang this afternoon.

The previous marriage contract made Fu Xiang understand that if he didn't do anything, the whole world would covet his cabbage.

Maybe before he knew it, Bai Cai was dug away by others.

Fu Xiang had always been patient with Su Yao, but at this moment he realized that patience was useless.

Slowly figure it out?

No.

It is Fu Xiang's consistent style to strike first.

Residents of Yanqingfang only heard two loud bangs in late spring, half an hour later, when Su Yao was about to close the shop, he saw Fu Ling coming.

Also dragging luggage with big bags and small bags.

Su Yao: "Mr. Fu, is this...?"

Fu Ling smiled in the spring sun: "My house suddenly collapsed, I beg Boss Su to take him in."