I opened a bookstore in ancient times

After the Lord Qian said "nothing important", he sat in Su Yao's shop and drank tea leisurely.

I don't know if there are any flowers to drink.

He didn't speak for a long time, just let Su Yao hang out.

Cheng An took a quick look and knew that this was a deliberate gesture of finding fault.

My Boss Su stood there for a while.

Do you want to talk or not? If you don’t talk, get out of here.

Cheng An winked at Anwei Bing again: Hurry up and invite the eldest son back.

Why is it that when the eldest son leaves the house, someone comes to ask for trouble, he really knows how to choose the time...

Thinking of this, Cheng An suddenly became startled.

Shouldn't this be a deliberately chosen time?

on purpose.

why?

But Cheng An has always stayed by Fu Ling's side, and all the people who come and go with him are Song Jin's level.

He really doesn't know what kind of background relationship is behind this young man like Mr. Qian.

Su Yao didn't know either.

Su's bookstore has always been not well-known in old Beijing, and it does business in a regular manner, so it doesn't usually need to check the relationship with the school.

Can't get in touch either.

It doesn't matter, why did you come to the door suddenly?

Although Su Yao is a candidate, Mr. Qian is already a member of the officialdom.

Even if the grade is low, it can still suppress a powerless commoner like Su Yao.

Su Yao had no choice but to brace himself to cope.

Just thinking carefully about whether he has offended anyone recently, Mr. Qian finally had enough of a cup of tea.

He had an easy-going and kind face, but there was always a slight meanness and contempt in his eyes, which made Su Yao feel very awkward.

Lord Qian put down the porcelain cup slowly: "Boss Su's tea is good."

Su Yao smiled slightly: "My lord praises it, they are all common teas."

"Why am I absurd?"

Lord Qian raised his eyes and smiled, "The tea from Boss Su's house has been passed on from generation to generation. It is better than the books in your bookstore."

A master of yin and yang.

Cheng An hates the tone of words.

But he has his measure.

It is not clear about the background of this person, so he cannot be easily offended.Pulling and mobilizing the whole body, if the back is too big, it will cause trouble for Boss Su and the eldest son.

After staying with Fu Xiang for a long time, Cheng An was still cautious and sober.

Since he couldn't move, he could only hope that his Fu Xiang would come back quickly.

But Fu Ling didn't just go to Baibao Pavilion in Yanqingfang today.

Mr. Xiao Fu had several important matters in the court looking for him, and the dark guard Bing rushed to Baibao Pavilion, but he couldn't find anyone at all.

Dark Guard C had no choice but to contact the other dark guards, and was sweating anxiously outside.

He was in a hurry, and in the bookstore, Mr. Qian still chatted with Su Yao leisurely, and mentioned the emperor's relatives several times.

Su Yao is very measured, and will not talk about related topics.

It has to be said that Mr. Qian is very good at asking questions.

But Su Yao is very sensitive and is used to Tai Chi.

After going back and forth several times, Mr. Qian was obviously a little angry, and suppressed his smile: "It's just a small talk, Boss Su is so perfunctory, does it mean he doesn't want to chat with me?"

Su Yao smiled gently: "It's something that matters to nobles, it's not something I can talk about."

"How can I say a few words? The sky is high and the emperor is far away, who else can do anything to Boss Su?" Master Qian raised his eyes and smiled.

Su Yao also laughed: "My lord is right, so of course I can't do anything. But I don't go out very often, and I don't know much about the state affairs of the king, so I'm afraid I won't have much to talk about."

Mr. Qian couldn't get a word out of his mouth, and now Su Yao said "one question and three don't know", the gloomy eyes of Mr. Qian obviously flashed past.

Su Yao pretended not to see it.

When Mr. Qian saw his calm and gentle face, he was filled with dark anger.

He paused, and smiled: "After talking for so long, I'm thirsty too. Boss Su's tea is good, please pour me another cup."

He pointed casually: "That's it, sweet milk tea."

The front shop of sweet milk tea is gone, so I have to go to the back kitchen to empty it.

Su Yao responded politely.

Master Qian reached out and handed over the porcelain cup.

Su Yao stretched out his hand to pick it up, but Cheng Anzheng saw something wrong, before he could hold it up, the porcelain cup fell to pieces on the ground with a "bang" before Su Yao could touch it.

The rest of the tea splashed on the corner of Su Yao's robe.

Cheng An really wanted to splash blood on this man.

Lord Qian smiled pretendingly: "Yo, the cup fell."

Su Yao remained calm: "Your Excellency is startled, I'll change a glass for Your Excellency."

He turned around to pour another cup of tea, but the old servant behind Master Qian said, "Boss Su, the broken porcelain cup is still on the floor."

The old servant's voice was pleasing to the eye, and his tone was submissive, but once the words came out, they were annoying.

Cheng An suppressed his anger, took a step forward, and smiled: "I'll clean up for you right now."

Master Qian glanced at him: "I'm still waiting for tea to quench my thirst."

Cheng An was furious.

Just now seeing that this person came here to find fault, Su Yao sent Qi Bo back to the backyard.

Right now only Su Yao and Cheng An are there, and this man stops Cheng An from moving.

What's the matter, you splashed tea all over my Boss Su's body, and you still want my Boss Su to clean up the broken porcelain pieces for you?

The person whom our family Fu Xiang holds on top of his heart, how dare you bully him?

Isn't it just because you are in the proofreading department, my boss Su can't offend you?

The more Cheng An thought about it, the more angry he became, but he couldn't get angry, so he could only suppress his anger and smiled: "I'll clean up your lord right away, and I'll pour you a cup of hot tea."

Mr. Qian just didn't answer.

The old servant lowered his eyebrows and looked pleasing to the eye: "Boss Su's servants are very unruly. The master is still standing here, how can there be a reason for a servant to intervene?"

The prime minister's concierge is also a seventh-rank official. In the past, even in Beijing, there were not many people who dared to show Cheng An's face.

Cheng An was furious, so Su Yao could only wink with him quietly and let him leave.

This person came here to find fault, I'm afraid it will be difficult to dismiss.

The proofreading department publishes the publications, but the outline of the book cannot be passed, and it depends on the proofreading department's words.If this is a tie, Su's bookstore will really be unable to do business.

Su Yao had to endure it first.

But tidying up and cleaning up is not a fatal matter.

Su Yao then ordered Cheng An to pour tea, and squatted down to sort out the broken porcelain pieces.

Cheng An was naturally worried, but Master Qian said again, "What are you doing here instead of pouring tea?"

Cheng An: If Boss Su wants to do something, you will die.

He looked worriedly at Su Yao who was tidying up, and left angrily.

Mr. Qian thought he was used to doing this kind of thing like smashing glasses at other people's homes.

A good porcelain cup was smashed to pieces.

Su Yao lowered his head and carefully picked it up for a while, but he still hasn't picked it up completely.

Master Qian gave him a condescending look, then smiled: "Recently, there is a Mr. Sanjiang who is very famous. I heard that his words are only sold in Boss Su's shop?"

Su Yao is polite: "Are you talking about "The Legend of Begonia Qimeng"?"

"Exactly, that's the name."

Lord Qian glanced at him again, and told the old servant behind him, "Go get me a copy."

The old servant responded.

The bookstore is very spacious, but this man insisted on passing Su Yao who was squatting.

Su Yao stepped aside quickly, but was bumped by this man.

For some reason, a large piece of porcelain was appearing in Su Yao's hand, and it was scratched with a brush.

Su Yao frowned, and a streak of bright red blood oozed from his left hand.

Master Qian paused for a moment: "Ah, the servant is old and blind, and accidentally bumped into Boss Su."

This hole is still a little deep.

Su Yao frowned slightly, feeling a little hurt.

Cheng An went to pour tea like a fly, and ran back like a fly, but he still saw a big gash in Su Yao's hand.

Cheng An put the tea on the table, and hurriedly helped Su Yao up: Qian, you are really dead.

Master Qian just smiled: "Boss Su is still a scholar, and he can't do the work of servants at all."

No matter how good-tempered Su Yao was, he didn't want to talk anymore.

Master Qian looked over again: "Boss Su, why don't you go and bandage it up, what are you doing standing there? You are still here with me, let others see, if you don't know, you may think that I am embarrassing Boss Su."

He sat down in the store like a grandfather, and there were no other customers.

Su Yao turned around and left, winking at Cheng An again.

Mr. Qian is a guest, not Fu Gezi, so he can't be thrown in the front shop.

Cheng An could only show a beautiful smile of "you will die soon", and stay to greet him.

When Su Yao went back to the backyard, he didn't dare to disturb Qi Bo and Ah Yan, so he cleaned up on his own.

It really hurts.

Su Yao frowned slightly, the backyard was quiet, Su Yao calmed down for a long time before getting back up.

The money came from a bad person.

But if you talk about offending recently, there is only one Wanjia.

Is Wanjia looking for trouble again?

Su Yao suppressed his grievances and was going out, but saw Gui Pi push open his door with a "meow meow meow", and sat at the door and yelled twice.

Cinnamon can open the door.

Very smart and a big orange.

Su Yao knelt down, touched the soft cat's head, Guipi licked him, Su Yao avoided it and smiled: "Don't touch it, it hurts."

Guipi let out a "meow", but didn't understand, but followed Su Yao's footsteps all the way to the front shop.

Mr. Fu's cat is very clingy to Su Yao.

Su Yao had no choice but to let it go.

Taking a deep breath again, he lifted the curtain of the front shop.

These two thought they were here for Su Yao, but they didn't make things difficult for Chengan.One is reading a book quietly, and the other is standing quietly.

Su Yao took a few steps closer, and just as Mr. Qian was about to speak, the old servant behind him was suddenly startled, and hurriedly grabbed Mr. Qian.

what did he see...

Isn't that Fu Xiang's cat? !

Many people in Beijing know that Fu Xiang raises cats, but they don't know that Fu Xiang raises a big golden and fluffy orange.

But this old servant happened to meet with the original owner once.

His original master's family was also a small official, and he was relegated to the outside world. He didn't want to follow, so he came to Jiujing.

Although this old servant is old, he has a good memory.

Isn't this fat head and big ears the cat of Fu Xiang's family? !

Why is Fu Xiang's cat here?

The old servant felt cold from the soles of his feet to the bottom of his heart when he remembered Wan Guanshi's angry appearance when he came to the door.

What Guanshi Wan said, the person who plotted against him and deliberately made Old General Cheng embarrass him was not Boss Su, but Xiang Fu...

This old servant was very strange at first: how could a small boss with no name, no surname, no power and no power, and a failed scholar, have anything to do with Old General Cheng from the Houmen family?

If it's Fu Xiang, it's quite normal to have a relationship.

No matter who Fu Xiang is, even if Old General Cheng meets him, he might have to give him some face...

The old servant trembled suddenly.

Mr. Qian was already puzzled when he pulled him, but when he caught a glimpse of his terrified eyes, he was completely baffled.

He only looked at Su Yao, and opened his mouth: "Boss Su, your tea..."

The old servant hastily pulled him again.

This time the move was so big that even Cheng An saw it.

Master Qian turned his head impatiently: What are you doing?

He just gave Su Yao some color, and was about to start the second wave of beating, but was interrupted several times by his old servant.

The old servant's heart trembled: You can hold back your words!

Since he came to Qian's house, he noticed that Mr. Qian was frivolous and impatient, but the old Beijing was originally peaceful, and Mr. Qian was considered a moderately powerful figure, so he also stayed.

When I came here this time, I thought it was strange, and I also felt that Mr. Qian was easily instigated by others, but thinking that Wan Guanshi suffered from being dumb for no reason, and the other party is a small person, it's okay to come here.

Who would have imagined that the old Beijing would be so hidden...

This is much more dangerous than Jingzhong.

At least there won't be a Fu Xiang in Beijing!

The old servant hastily grabbed Mr. Qian, and didn't care too much, just whispered a few words in his ear.

After listening to Master Qian, he was silent for a while, but said indifferently: "What kind of thing, I have never heard of it."

The old servant trembled all over.

What do you call Fu Xiang?

Knowing that you were born in a remote place and entered an official position late, Mr. Fu Lingfu, you really don't know, do you?

The old servant hastily pulled him away a few steps, and explained in detail.

Lord Qian frowned slightly: "Oh, I remembered."

The old servant breathed a sigh of relief, and heard him say relaxedly: "Didn't you retire for a few years to recuperate? Isn't it a white body now, what is there to be afraid of?"

Old servant: ...

You want to die, you can do it, but hold me back.

The old servant regrets it now, regrets it very much: If I knew it earlier, I would not have come to this encounter.

My heart skipped a beat when I left the house today.

Should have known that nothing good happened.

The old servant had no choice but to try his best to explain to his adult who was not afraid of death: "My lord, even though he is not in the court now, his family has a strong influence, and several disciples from a whole family are in the court. Just talking about worldly acquaintances can overwhelm people." .”

He tried hard to persuade again: "I've done the beating and beating. Let's accept it as soon as it's good. Will it work? What does it have to do with our family?"

"It doesn't matter how, Guanshi Wan and I have a deep friendship." Lord Qian frowned suddenly.

It's already time, so don't talk to me, okay!

Besides, you only came to Jiujing three years ago, where is your friendship!

Now that the old servant thinks back, he only thinks that the surnamed Wan is a scammer.

He made up for it too late, but Mr. Qian still didn't understand: "That man has no official position now, and there are so many promising children in his family, how can he talk?"

He waved his hands again: "I haven't finished beating yet. This little scholar surnamed Su looks gentle, but he has a soft temper. Brother Wan is right, he is a vicious person."

You and your Wanxiong get off together!

The old servant roared inwardly and lifted the table.

In the past, he only thought that Master Qian was impetuous and soft-hearted, but now he realizes that his eyelids are also shallow.

The eldest son and grandson of Mr. Fu, who is the master of the Fu family, why can't he speak?

Really confused.

The old servant stomped his feet anxiously, wishing he could leave first.

But to do his best as a servant, he still has to earn some money.Otherwise, if Mr. Qian had an accident, he would not be able to get rid of it.

Boss Su's hands were made by him!

The old servant regretted, panicked, feared, and anxious, and was about to patiently persuade Mr. Qian again, when there was a pause, Mr. Qian turned around and went to die again.

The old servant pulled him back and forth, and just opened his mouth earnestly, when he raised his eyes, he saw a person standing at the door.

Fu Xiang is back.

Old servant: Well, I'm cold.

To keep you from leaving just now...

Mr. Qian, who is not afraid of death, opened his mouth leisurely: "This is Mr. Fu?"

Fu Ling came back in a hurry, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw that Su Yao had a white cloth wrapped around his hand.

The corner of the robe was also wet.

There was also a tea stain on the ground.

His eyes sank, and before he could speak to Su Yao, two people came out from behind the bookshelf.

One is terrified, the other arrogant.

Fu Ling slightly raised his eyebrows: "I have long admired the name of Mr. Qian."

"Yo, have you heard of me?" Lord Qian sat down again calmly.

The old servant was startled, and hurriedly pulled him up.

The old man didn't know where the strength came from, but he forced Mr. Qian to stagger.

Mr. Qian frowned suddenly, but before he could speak, the old servant couldn't care less about anything, he even pulled and pushed him away, with a forced smile on his face: "I'm just kidding, I'm laughing, my lord had dinner this afternoon." Some wine, some are not sober, just disturb Boss Su for half a day, you must not take it to heart..."

Su Yao was very puzzled when he saw the smile on his face, fawning on his face while shrinking.

Didn't he still look arrogant just now?

When Su Yao was suspicious, the old servant dragged Mr. Qian to the door with all his might.

Mr. Qian still couldn't carry it clearly, and even wanted to go back.

The old servant burst into tears from the bottom of his heart.

Bronze really can't move, I will resign when I get home...

Fortunately, it was pulled out. The old servant just stepped out of the threshold of the bookstore with one foot, when he suddenly heard a faint voice behind him: "Stop."

The old servant couldn't control it, and his whole body trembled.

He has been in Beijing for many years, and he has heard a lot of gossip about this Fu Xiang's methods.

What kind of person is this? He is a ruthless person who strips you and asks you to kneel down and thank him.

Today, I still have this murderous person surnamed Qian, I'm afraid I'm going to explain it here...