I opened a bookstore in ancient times

There were three people on the opposite side, but Fu Xiang was right.

Fu Xiang also has people.

Five, six, seven or eight dark guards followed.

Even if Fu Ling was not in Beijing, there was always someone secretly following him.Especially in this kind of temple fair where the crowd is messy, not only must you pay attention to the people around you, but also pay attention to the things you touch and eat.

For example, the dim sum at this tea stand.

The servant made a plan in vain, and the dark guards saw all the cakes he got.

It's just that the time is short, the dim sum signaled by the dark guard fell into Fu Ling's eyes, it was two pieces.

Fu Ling shook the folding fan: Although I used the external hook just now, I still drew the two inside draws myself.

The truth is good luck.

Pigeon raised her eyebrows without blushing.

The three people on the opposite side cursed inwardly.

While they were throwing provocative glances at each other, Su Yao had already tasted a piece of each plate of dim sum and was half full.

The servant hugged the tea tray and secretly smiled in the distance.

The funniest thing in the world is that you beat your head and blood for the beauty, but the beauty is still sitting and drinking tea and eating snacks.

Didn't give a glance.

Who did you say you called?

It doesn't matter who you call.

The rivals in love are already standing in front of them, it is more important to kill them first.

The four of them were fighting in secret again. Seeing that there was still a piece of yam cake left on the plate, Su Yao smiled, "No one will eat this piece, and I don't know what it's written in. Give it to me."

Naturally, no one will compete with Su Yao.

Su Yao picked up a piece, only smiled and said: "It's also a word, 039 was once Jinghongzhaoying 039."

Under the sad bridge, the spring waves were green, and it was once a shocking photo.

Although famous, it is a sad word.

In fact, there are some wishful words of good luck in ordinary dim sum.

I think it is because the level of culture is not very popular these days, the shopkeeper of the dim sum shop listened to the words elegantly, and they often sang them in the tile shop, so they added them to the pastries.

But it's not a particularly good idea.

Su Yao was silent, but Fu Ling became more and more complacent.

The truth is really lucky.

Two sentences make a world of difference.

Fu Ling happened to be lucky.

Fu Ling smiled slightly, and this arrogant smile fell on the eyes of the other three people, making it even more dazzling.

Today was a lively day, the words were so meaningful and no one spoke, Su Yao just took a bite and wanted to add some tea.

The teapot had just been brought to Xu Ze's hand, Xu Ze picked up the teapot with one hand, and Xie Lang handed over Su Yao's teacup.

Xu Ze was poured, and passed back the same way.

Fu Ling didn't even touch it.

Su Yao said politely, took a small sip, and Fu Gezi's face turned dark.

It's started, right?

Bai Min didn't touch it either, but it didn't prevent Bai Min from giving him a smiling look: "It hasn't stopped all this time, so there's no way to talk about it."

Fu Ling's face darkened.

Su Yao drank half a cup of tea and finished eating this piece of soft, sweet and glutinous yam cake, which made him almost half full.

There was still half of the snacks on the table, and the four little friends didn't eat much.

Su Yao had no choice but to call the tea stall boy to pack.

Just as Xie Lang was about to open his mouth, Su Yao stopped him with a smile: "I paid the money just now. Treat you as my invitation today."

Everyone paused, Xu Ze only raised his eyes: "Boss Su doesn't need to spend money, how can I let you pay alone when you are away?"

"That's right." Bai Min hurriedly said, "This tea stand is a good place, so it must be expensive. We've all eaten it, how can we ask you to pay for us?"

Am I afraid that you will rush to pay the bill and quarrel again?

Su Yao is polite: "Where did you eat, I ate so much alone."

"You are not in good health, you should eat more."

Xie Lang chuckled softly, "This dim sum is too expensive, I know it. Anyway, let's talk about the amount, and we can share it equally. Your bookstore's income doesn't count too much, so it doesn't have to be like this."

After paying everything, Su Yao didn't want to bother anymore.

Just as he was about to refuse, Fu Lingyu said calmly from the side: "Boss Su has such a good intention, why do you bother to stop him? What's more, Boss Su's bookstore is now getting a lot of money."

He smiled slightly and said, "My book sold very well, and I made a lot of money for Boss Su."

This is true.

But for some reason, this situation sounds weird.

The three of them stared at Fu Ling immediately.

And a little angry: How can the surname Fu start flirting with any topic?

Fu Xiangbafengfu: Now that one-on-three has started, I will stop holding it.

He lowered his eyebrows and looked at Su Yao, his eyes curved: "Speaking of which, Boss Su's business has been good recently, but he hasn't thanked me yet."

In broad daylight, the sky is bright.

If the remaining three are able to watch him flirt like this, they are not worthy of being pigs.

Xu Ze put down the porcelain cup lightly, his eyes sparkled slightly: "If Boss Su wants to thank you, can you give me some credit for the embroidery book?"

Before Su Yao could speak, Xie Lang smiled faintly: "The embroidered version of "Yunxian Mengyi" is a big seller, but "Qingshi Anthology" is almost a household name in old Beijing."

He looked at Su Yao with a smile again: "I have passed a few times anyway, can I thank Boss Su?"

Given the situation at the table, Bai Min was naturally not to be outdone: "Although I don't have any books, I do my best when treating diseases. Boss Su's ability to run a good business and make a lot of money is not due to my credit, but also to my hard work. "

Su Yao was silent as the breeze blew by.

This... the appearance of scrambling to be the first to show your merits.

Su Yao suddenly thought of a word: Competing for favor.

... What a broken word.

Su Yao shook his head and said these words. Facing the four expectant faces, he thought for a moment, couldn't help but bend his eyebrows, and said softly, "So I'll treat you to a snack today."

There was a silence on the table, and all four of them froze.

Although this was just a smooth talk, Su Yao's tone was too... well-behaved.

The four pigs could all hear, or imagine, the slight hint of coquettishness.

The four were startled at the same time.

Immediately refreshed.

The boy at the tea stall was eavesdropping on this, and joked about these pigs again.

Sure enough, the tearing was bloody, the beauty's tone softened, and she lost her temper in an instant.

But the boy underestimated one of them.

Fu felt refreshed for a moment, and then saw that the other three were as comfortable as him.

Immediately upset.

But this is Su Yaoyuan's place, and he can't smash it, so he can only swallow it by himself.

For the first time, Fu Xiang was in a bad mood today.

Su Yao didn't know what his soft words had been made up in his head, but he thought that the effect of rounding things up was quite good, so he called the boy again: "Have you picked out the packing box?"

Just now I called the boy, but the boy said he had to choose a bigger food box first, and watch the show for half a day, and now he hurriedly replied: "Shall I show it to the young master?"

He came forward with two exquisite mahogany boxes in his hand: "Young master doesn't have much snacks left, just use a small box. There are two kinds of small boxes left in our stall, which one do you think looks better?"

They are all mahogany boxes with regular script on the top, which is the old brand of "Fuxiangzhai".

The boy smiled and said, "The new wooden box this year is written by Master Lu Shan of Qingshi Academy."

This dim sum really suits Lu Shanchang's taste.

Su Yao smiled and nodded, and saw a box painted with a pair of cranes, river cliffs, sea water, and misty clouds, which is very elegant;

The other box is painted with twigs of peonies, which are beautiful, colorful, and unparalleled in beauty.

Old Beijing was originally famous for peonies and peonies. The shopkeeper of Fuxiangzhai also likes Fengya, so he has these two kinds of wooden boxes.

nice box.

It won't work if you don't tear it up.

Mr. Fu's pen name is "Hetai", and all three people at the table know it.

Fu Ling smiled faintly, and simply said first: "I see that the crane looks pretty."

Flying the river to skim the water, passing the day through the clouds.

The elegant posture of these two cranes is really beautiful.

It just so happened that Su Yao also read Fu Ling's pen name, and was about to go along with the flow, when Xu Ze interrupted: "The appearance of the crane is beautiful, but the painting is not fine."

Together with Danqing, Xu Ze is the expert.

As soon as Xu Ze opened his mouth, he used his own words to brushstrokes, and he talked about it in a logical manner.

Finally, I will give a concise conclusion: "The painting is too rough, and at first glance it seems that the work is in a hurry. Fuxiangzhai is a big shop, and such things that are usually used as gifts should be more refined."

Since the boy met a top expert, he naturally responded repeatedly.

Since ancient times, red faces and white faces have always sung together, so Xie Lang took advantage of the situation and smiled: "Mr. Xu is an expert, so it's not easy to compare. But it's not buying Danqing paintings, so you don't have to be so particular about it. I think today is the master of the old capital. For the temple fair, bring home the famous flowers from our old Beijing, just in time for the occasion."

Xie Lang This is the idea of ​​buying souvenirs when visiting tourist attractions.

Su Yao smiled and felt right.

There are cranes elsewhere, but flowers are special.

Fu Ling's eyes sank, and seeing that Su Yao's expression was wrong, he was about to speak, but was interrupted by Bai Min: "I also think flowers are better."

He raised his eyebrows and looked at Su Yao again: "This year, you said that you wanted to grow peony, and you asked me if you could do it. I don't know if your asthma will attack if you put some fragrance powder on it, so I didn't agree. Buy it now A box is not bad, I see that you don’t have such fancy decorations there.”

Su Yao became more and more moved by the words.

Fu Ling's complexion turned dark.

After a short pause, he interrupted in a deep voice: "I still see the beautiful crane pattern."

Su Yao paused.

Fu Ling raised his eyes coldly, and retorted one by one: "Mr. Xu is proficient in the way of painting, but this is the most, and it is just an object to be received and sent. The style is cute and beautiful. As you commented just now, the old Beijing Can you get the gift box from the shop?"

Xu Ze paused, but only said: "Boss Su is shopping, since I'm here, I can't help but say something, so as to save Boss Su from wasting money."

As he said that, he looked at the boy at the tea stall again: "I've said too much, do you Fuxiangzhai mind?"

Xu Ze has a kind of lofty aloofness unique to literati, because of his young age and taciturnity, he usually doesn't show it very much.

But there is also a bit of arrogance in putting on airs seriously.

The confrontation between the two sides, the boy at the tea stall was watching the play with relish, and at the same time he finally became a little bit cowardly...

Seems like it's starting to come true...

The customers are naturally the biggest, and the old brands are the least afraid of scolding.The servant hurriedly responded politely, because he was suddenly a little timid, and his attitude was more flattering.

Xu Ze just looked at Fu Ling quietly.

Fu Ling paused, feeling a little sulky in his heart.

He suppressed himself, and then softened his tone: "Strictly speaking, these two boxes are not eye-catching. Since Mr. Xu insists on picking in front of others, I have nothing to say. Master Xie also thinks that skills should not be judged." ?”

Xie Lang nodded, then smiled again: "It doesn't matter if you write or write, then you should choose an auspicious object that suits the occasion."

Fu Ling raised his eyebrows faintly: "That's right. Today is the sixth day of June, and the flowering period of peonies in old Beijing has already passed. When should I buy peonies in Daci'an Temple? What is the scene?"

He continued: "Old Beijing blooms peonies every year. Boss Su wants to see them. The paintings are not very good, how can they compare with real flowers? Cranes are rare in old Beijing—"

Fu Ling paused, then raised the corners of his mouth again: "Speaking of which, the abbot of Daci'an Temple has two cranes. Choosing the pattern of cranes is a serious and appropriate occasion."

Xie Lang couldn't help but choked.

The boy holding the box at the side asked Fu Ling to explain, and he was convinced: ... I didn't know that my box could tell so many flowers.

As soon as Fu Ling shut up, the atmosphere became slightly stagnant.

The servant saw the black face and lowered his head secretly.

Suddenly, I felt that I was a little bit away from the battlefield, too close...

Everyone was silent, but Bai Min smiled lightly: "You have been talking about it for a long time, but I can't quite understand it."

Bai Min just glanced at the box: "I was born in Old Beijing. I don't know if the Daci'an Temple keeps cranes or not. I have only heard of our famous peony since I was a child. To put it bluntly, this flower is beautiful; to put it bluntly, What peony words, peony pictures and old Beijing are also emerging year after year."

He looked at Su Yao and raised his eyebrows: "Literati love it very much, because peony is a sentimental tweed."

Bai Min is used to running trains, and when he speaks provocative words, he is extraordinarily frivolous and flirtatious.

Fu Ling suddenly arched his heart full of fire.

Seeing Su Yao's expression again, the fire burned to the top of his head.

Su Yao was very moved.

The tip of my heart really moved slightly.

...a sentimental flower.

Su Yao suppressed the slight waves, raised his eyes and smiled: "I want this peony style."

Fu Xiang was instantly ignited.