The Paranoid Prince is pretending to be pitiful again [Transmigration Book]

This group of people was just trying to have fun, and they didn't expect the little hammer to write any good words. They were obviously more interested in Duan Xingyu, who was clean and tidy, with red lips and white teeth, than that dirty kid. Naturally.

Duan Xingyu raised his wine glass and shook it, with a smile still on the corner of his mouth, "Then what if I write well?"

Qian Mingshi looked at him with burning eyes, "What do you want?"

Duan Xingyu replied: "It's very simple, let this kid go, and never buy him again."

As soon as he said this, Little Hammer's brother was not happy, "Who are you? Who told you to meddle in your own business?"

Duan Xingyu ignored him, and the man wanted to speak, but Qian Mingshi stopped him with a look.

"Okay." Qian Mingshi agreed readily, and asked him again, "What if I don't do well?"

Duan Xingyu thought for a while, and before he could answer, Qian Mingshi gave him the answer, "If the writing is not good, just sit down and have a drink with Qian."

"Whatever." He doesn't mind drinking or anything, but he is still a little nervous. The title of "Little Calligraphy Genius" is a joke among his classmates. In fact, he was only used by his father because his calligraphy was too ugly before. Do nothing to practice calligraphy.

If ordinary people spoke like this, the man in front of him would probably not buy it, but Duan Xingyu's appearance really made it hard to get angry with him.

The world is always more tolerant of good-looking people, and in many cases this is true.

The man let out a hearty laugh, "Hahaha, I don't know which family the young master is from? Why have you never seen it before?"

Seeing this, Lu Mingzhao also stood beside Duan Xingyu, saw the man sitting clearly, his face was a little disgusted, but he spoke extremely politely, "Mr. Of course, Mr. Qian has never seen the capital city before."

Qian Mingshi's gaze lingered on Duan Xingyu, and he said with a smile, "I see."

Lu Mingzhao looked at the man with the sharp mouth and monkey cheeks who had just insulted Duan Xingyu, stepped forward and pulled the man up, grabbed the man's hand, and with a little effort, the man's expression changed instantly, "Apologize."

"Ahhhhh...it hurts...it hurts...my lord, spare my life, my lord, spare my life!"

"Hey, cousin, forget it." Duan Xingyu stopped him, looked at the people sitting around, "write now, I just write casually?"

Duan Xingyu originally wanted to get away with it, but those young masters were also good. "That's not acceptable. Of course, you have to ask Mr. Qian to specify the words. This young master will only count if he writes it on the spot."

Duan Xingyu raised his eyebrows, was he afraid that he would not be able to write well by picking on his own well-written characters? "OK."

Qian Mingshi straightened his clothes, stood up, and kicked him in front of Duan Xingyu, "Shame on me, apologize to Second Young Master Duan."

"Second Master Duan, please forgive me, it's a young man with blind eyes who ran into you."

Duan Xingyu casually said a few perfunctory words, and then waited for Qian Mingshi to give him a question.

Qian Mingshi came up with a question: Flowers are good and the moon is full.

For Duan Xingyu, calligraphy is just a matter of picking up a brush, but the ink used by Qian Mingshi is really not very good.

He frowned, rolled his sleeves with one hand, and waved a pen with the other.

When he was writing, no one spoke first, Duan Xingxu and Lu Mingzhao looked at each other, their eyes widened in surprise.

They have never seen Duan Xingyu's writing, nor have they seen such a font.

Qian Mingshi looked at a bookish man sitting at the table, "Chen Guan, what do you think?"

Chen Guan's admiration was beyond words, "Okay, the structure of this type of font is not easy to grasp, I want to come to Duan Ergong who has practiced hard for many years."

Qian Mingshi's eyes became more excited, "Second Young Master Duan really wrote well, let me ask another question?"

Duan Xingyu originally thought that he could do it by hand, so he was a little more confident after writing a sheet, so he couldn't do it right now, "Okay, if Mr. Qian thinks my writing is okay for the next question, then I will give the beads to this little boy." How are you, baby?"

It's just a bead, so Qian Mingshi naturally doesn't care about it, besides, he heard that the second son is very playful, ignorant and ignorant, so he thought it was just a fluke.

Qian Mingshi thought for a while, then stared at Duan Xingyu's face, "Then write... the peony flowers die, and being a ghost is also romantic." [1]

Duan Xingyu's hand holding the pen paused, the corners of his mouth stiffened, ignoring his greasy eyes.

He wrote it down quickly.

"Good!" Chen Guan couldn't help admiring, "Mr. Duan has such a high talent for calligraphy at such a young age, it's really rare."

Duan Xingyu sneered, and said silently in his heart, "No, no, they were all forced."

Calligraphy requires patience and practice.

In fact, many things in this world are like this, and it has not reached the level of talent.

"Forget it," the smile on Qian Mingshi's face froze, and he waved his hands, "I heard that Second Young Master Duan has just returned to the capital, and he is not familiar with things in the capital, so Qian made friends with you. If you need anything, just come to me."

Duan Xingyu felt that the man's lewd eyes and frivolous tone were very disgusting, he secretly breathed out, but the upward arc of the corner of his mouth did not come down, "It must be."

"Little Hammer? Why are you here again?" At this time, a young man in purple clothes came down from the stairs, ran over when he saw Little Hammer, pointed at Qian Mingshi and said indignantly, "Qian Mingshi! What is it?" you?!"

Qian Mingshi couldn't care less about looking at Duan Xingyu anymore, he seemed to be a little afraid of the young man who just came down, he shouted to the people behind him, "Let's go!"

"Wait a minute!" Duan Xingyu uttered again at this time, pointing at the child, "Brother Qian, I just wrote something, and you forgot to give him the beads."

Qian Mingshi paused and laughed, "Master Duan reminded me."

He obeyed obediently, signaled the attendant to hand the glass bead to the little hammer, and hurried away in a thankful voice.

That kid was also a grateful one, he knelt down in front of Duan Xingyu and the others, "Thank you young masters."

"Get up!" Duan Xingyu stepped forward to help him up, he looked in the direction of the door, and changed his playful smile just now, "Child, did your mother tell you to do this?"

"what?"

The child looked at him ignorantly, how could Duan Xingyu have the heart to ask if his mother didn't want him anymore and was going to sell him?

After figuring out what happened, the boy in purple was very angry. He pointed at Goudan's brother, "Zhang Tie! Didn't I tell you not to sell your brother?"

As he spoke, he took out his purse from his clothes and stuffed it into the small hammer, "Take it, go home quickly, don't listen to your brother again."

But the child shook his head, holding the glass beads in his little hands like rare treasures, with a sincere, untainted smile on his dirty face, "You can only get rich by listening to my brother, this one The beads can cover my mother's one month's medicine money!"

Hearing this, Duan Xingxu also took out some silver from his sleeve and gave it to him.

The child shook his head like a rattle, and waved his hands quickly, "No, no, that's enough, I don't need your money."

Duan Xingxu couldn't bear it, "Take it."

Cai Yujun was even more angry, "Why are you so stubborn, kid!"

"It's really unnecessary, this bead can last for a while!"

Duan Xingyu pulled Zhang Tie aside, called the shopkeeper to come over, gave her some money, asked him to take Zhang Tie and Little Hammer as apprentices, and ordered her to bring the leftover meals to Zhang Tie. go home.

In the end, Duan Xingyu said to Zhang Tie: "You are young and powerful. If you want to make money, you shouldn't use this most despicable method. You should know what will happen if you get into their hands."

Duan Xingyu glanced at the little hammer over there, lowered his voice, "He is your brother."

Zhang Tie clenched his fists, his eyes were red, and finally he just said, "It won't happen in the future. Thank you."

He took the little hammer and left.

The shopkeeper is a middle-aged woman, and she also feels sorry for Little Hammer, so naturally she won't refuse, she just sighed and said: "Young masters, let me say a word, this time you are lucky, Mr. Qian is not favored at home, dare not It's only because you made things big that you let them go so easily. Next time you meet other people, don't meddle in their own business. Besides, this business is something you and I wish..."

Duan Xingxu retorted: "How do you know that child is willing?"

The shopkeeper choked for a moment, "The eldest brother is like a father, these two children have lost their father since childhood, it's really pitiful."

"Hey, it's not just Mr. Qian, this kind of drama is played out almost every day. Many young masters like to buy these poor children to relieve their boredom. It doesn't cost much. When they get tired of playing, they will sell them to the land of fireworks... ...You can help this, and he is lucky, what about the other children?"

Duan Xingyu had an indescribable feeling in his heart, "Then consider him lucky that he met us."

Duan Xingxu was pampered at home and never knew the sufferings of the world. Because of his young age, he seldom went out in the past, but this is the first time he saw such a thing, "What about the government? Is there no one to care about it?"

The shopkeeper's expression was indescribable, "The government can't control it even if it wants to, not to mention, these young masters are rich and powerful masters." She lowered her voice slightly, "Besides, these people have people behind them, you guys I should know more or less, how else can I manage it?"

Although Duan Xingyu had never seen such a thing with his own eyes before, he was well aware of the hardships of the people at the bottom in ancient times, and he also knew that there was too little he could do for them, but he still felt a little uncomfortable when he experienced it himself, and he was thoughtful.

Lu Mingzhao waved his hand to tell the shopkeeper to go down first, looked at Duan Xingyu and said, "You just returned to Beijing, and you don't know that although this place is under the foot of the emperor, the atmosphere is not so good. If there are more people who are either rich or noble, there will be more bullies. People, like Mr. Qian just now, are not very powerful people, but because he is the nephew of the general's wife, he is so arrogant. However, he did not commit any heinous mistakes, and the government also opened his eyes. Turn one eye and close one eye, after all, there are too many involved behind it, punishing a rich man is a trivial matter, so offending the general will not be worth the loss."