The Devil's Coming [Quick Transmigration]

"How did you get it? Of course it's a relic left by your parents."

In the study room, Su Ying casually threw a thunderbolt.

The shopkeeper's expression changed uncontrollably.

If it was just an unexpected jade pendant, it would be impossible to know that it was related to Mo Zhai and come here to receive it from the book store. As far as he knew, this bookstore was given to the girl by his master.

Even if the girl later cruelly abandoned everything and ran away, his master became furious and threw the abandoned bookstore to them. He ignored it all these years and seemed to have completely forgotten about it... But who Do you know what the master is thinking?

Even if the master doesn't tell them, they have to be wise as subordinates.

Therefore, over the years, the shopkeeper has always paid attention, thinking that if the girl comes back anytime, he will report it to the master as soon as possible. Whether it was rekindling an old flame or exacting revenge, that was none of his business.

And as soon as this jade pendant appeared, he recognized it. I was so happy for a moment that I secretly thought that all these years of waiting were not in vain.

But now when Su Ying said it, the shopkeeper's hair stood on end, and the joy in his heart immediately turned into unreasonable fear and anxiety: A relic from his parents? No, no, it's not really what he thinks, is it? After the girl had a relationship with her master, she dared to marry another man and have children. After her death, she even asked her son to bring relics to provoke him. How audacious and unafraid of death!

No, that girl probably didn’t mention the past events. It was probably because the young man got the incomplete and wrong information from some source after getting his parents’ belongings. He thought that the bookstore was their family’s property, so he came to take it over rashly. heritage.

The shopkeeper couldn't help but look at the young man in front of him.

The appearance is very good, but the brain is not good and the head is too strong. He is dressed well and seems to have a good family background, but who else in the world has a family background that can compare to his master?

Could it be that that girl is blind!

It's a pity that a young man in his prime is looking for death. If you're not afraid of death, I'm still afraid of death!

Can I survive tonight? Will he be silenced by his master soon because he knows too much?

Can you pretend you didn't see anything now and kick people out?

From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the guys who were secretly paying attention. He knew that this idea was useless. If he pretends not to have seen anything and drives people away, if someone secretly informs his master, I'm afraid he will become cold faster.

The shopkeeper was thinking a lot, and he was getting more and more panicked.

But after thinking about it, he tried to speak with some luck: "Young master, please forgive me. The token in your hand is indeed left by the master's family. My master has a close relationship with the real master of the book store, and has been in charge of the book store for twenty years. , waiting for the master to take over every day, and now that someone has finally come, we must verify one or two things, so as not to let down the trust of the master..."

At this point, the shopkeeper finally gave up.

"As far as I know, the head of the family back then was a woman. I wonder what the young master has to do with her...?"

After asking this question, he waited for the young man to say "That's my mother", and then the knife around his neck suddenly fell.

But after waiting for a moment, there was no response.

He looked carefully and saw that the young man had a thoughtful look on his face, as if he was also very distressed.

After thinking about it, the other party spread his hands and said, "I said I don't know, do you believe it?"

"Believe it, believe it, of course I believe it!"

As if he had temporarily escaped from the guillotine, his ups and downs in mood left him no time to say anything more, so he nodded repeatedly.

"My parents passed away early, and they only left this jade pendant before they died. They said it was a token of the store in Shangjing. If you bring this token, you can take over the store. But I have never had the opportunity to come to Shangjing before... "Su Ying told lies without blinking, and his expression looked as sincere as possible. As he said this, he reached into his sleeve and took out an unopened letter. The surface of the envelope was painted There are red maples as red as fire, "Oh, and this letter. They said, if you don't believe it, hand over this letter."

He blinked one eye deliberately, like a Riddler who vaguely guessed something but didn't know much, and said mysteriously:

"I only know that this is the handwriting of an old friend. After your master has read the letter, you should feel free to leave the bookstore to me, right?"

No, it’s time for both of us to feel at ease and hit the road!

The shopkeeper's heart that had just dropped was lifted again.

Handwritten by an old friend! This directionality is too strong!

No, could anyone really write a letter and entrust the child he had with another man to his former lover, and ask his former lover to take good care of the child?

Back when the girl dared to leave, he should have known that she was a bold and strange woman. Now she was able to do something like sending the son of her love rival to his door. This is because he really thought that his master had a big heart and could open his mind. Boat!

The shopkeeper leaned back in the chair behind him, feeling tired.

It's over, it's over, just wait for death and stop struggling.

He forced a smile and took the jade pendant and the letter: "Don't worry, sir, I will deliver it to my master truthfully. I have confirmed your identity. What is yours is yours." For example, the quota for a trip to Huangquan Road.

"Okay, then I'll come back tomorrow."

The young man in front of him believed what he said without hesitation, and agreed with a smile. He didn't seem to be worried at all that he had cheated on the jade pendant, but refused to admit it afterward. Chunliang was so naive that it was unbearable.

Only those who are so naive would take the initiative to deliver it to your door, right?

Thinking of this, the shopkeeper felt sad and couldn't give up. He had no intention of continuing to run the bookstore. It’s better to pack up and go back to reunite with your family and cherish this last time.

The two opened the curtain and walked out.

His steps were light and lively, his back looked cheerful, and every strand of his hair seemed to be floating with musical notes. His footsteps were extremely heavy, as if he was about to rush to the execution ground in the next second.

Walking out of the inner room, I found that it was not quiet outside. For a bookstore, it is too noisy.

"What's going on?" As soon as the shopkeeper opened his mouth, he saw the person who was stopped by the waiter at the door of the bookstore, and a look of disgust suddenly appeared on his face, "Why is it you again!"

Surrounded by several waiters was a scholar who looked to be in his mid-twenties. His straight green robe had begun to turn white from being washed many times. His facial features were elegant and handsome, but he did not look like a scholar at all. Instead, he looked like a scholar. He nodded vigorously and laughed, not knowing what he was talking to the waiters.

"I told you that there is no shortage of people in the Ink Studio, and we don't collect books. What are you doing here all day long? Hurry up and find whatever you can to make a living!" The shopkeeper, who was already in a bad mood, stepped forward and said, Pushed him away unceremoniously.

The scholar suddenly staggered and fell to the ground.

The waiter next to him took the opportunity to complain: "Shopkeeper Fang, don't let him go. This guy was sneaking around in our bookstore just now. We felt something was wrong, and as soon as we saw it, we found that he was stealing books!"

A customer who was also in the bookstore echoed: "Yes, a good scholar can do such a sneaky thing. It is really a deteriorating world and a bad heart!"

Several scholars nearby who were affected by the map cannon immediately quit: "What does this have to do with scholars? We are ashamed to be associated with such scum who have been expelled from their jobs long ago!"

A few scholars were so upright that they waved their sleeves and criticized. All the onlookers around nodded and whispered.

Under such public sentiments, the face of the young man who fell on the ground not only showed no trace of shame, but raised his head and showed a smile: "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, it's all misunderstanding! I really didn't steal the book, I just read it without realizing it." I was so absorbed that I forgot I had it in my hand before I left. If I really wanted to steal the book, I should hide it well. How could I hold it openly so that everyone can see it? "

The man got up from the ground and bowed to the shopkeeper.

"...People who are down and out cannot afford books, so they have no choice but to come to bookshops and look at them. It is not my intention to cause misunderstanding."

As soon as these words came out, people immediately felt sympathy.

This is especially true for people who have had a similar experience, where they were poor and could not afford to read books, so they tried every means to read, borrow, and copy books. There is no shame in saying this kind of thing, it will only make people admire you.

The premise is that the person who said this is not the scholar in front of me.

Among the few scholars who were ashamed to associate with him before, some people ridiculed: "He is worthy of being a top scholar and Wenquxingjun. He cheated in the imperial examination and was dismissed from his rank. He is so poor that he lives with beggars in a ruined temple outside the city, and he still thinks about it. If you want to study, you are not as good as me! I really admire you!”

"What Brother Zhang said is that he has no food and clothing, will not be able to take the imperial examination for life, and still thinks about studying. He is indeed Wenquxingjun. I heard that your starving mother is still looking forward to Wenquxingjun's high school champion before she dies. I'm afraid she can't wait. arrive."

The speaker sighed, as if he was not worthy of the old man.

The onlookers were in an uproar.

"Shangjing is really a geomantic treasure. How many melons have you eaten since you went out today?"

Su Ying exclaimed.

From the whispers of everyone, he had understood the identity and deeds of this man.

——Chu Jizhou, a talented man from the south of the Yangtze River, came from a humble family but had few great talents. He was famous for his talent since he was a child, and his poems spread throughout the Qi Dynasty. In the place where literati gathered in the south of the Yangtze River, there were countless talented people, but they were swept away by this life and suppressed everyone under their feet. Therefore, they all said that he had the talent of number one scholar and was the reincarnation of Wenqu Xingjun.

And Chu Jizhou did not live up to his reputation, and he continued to win in the imperial examinations. Until he came to the capital to take the imperial examination in the last subject, he was involved in a major fraud case, was dismissed from the imperial examination, and was no longer allowed to participate in the imperial examination.

When news of this incident spread back to the south of the Yangtze River, the wealthy businessmen who had originally curried favor with his family's relatives and friends and were vying for his daughter to marry him hurriedly cut off all contact with his family and scattered like birds and beasts. His father was so angry that he fell ill and passed away. After returning to his hometown to take care of his funeral affairs, this man actually dared to come to the capital. He tried every means to attract noble people and seek connections, but failed, so he wandered the streets all day long, slept in ruined temples at night, and hung out with beggars. Those who were originally trampled under his feet Everyone is sarcastic and generous.

Laughter, ridicule, and accusations were heard all the time. But the person involved who was being watched by people still had a smile on his face, and he was still holding on to the shopkeeper, and he must explain thoroughly that he "didn't steal the book but just forgot to return it".

The shopkeeper was so entangled by him that he couldn't do anything. He was too lazy to continue to tangle with this scoundrel. It wasn't worth it for a book, so he had to try hard to pull his sleeve out of the other party's hand and nodded: "Okay, okay, you didn't steal the book. You didn’t steal. But I won’t welcome you in Mozhai anymore, so don’t come again.”

"How can this be done?" Chu Jizhou immediately turned his back on the guests. Not only did he not leave, but he also looked like he was making a clear argument, "The bookstore opens its doors to welcome guests, how can it be reasonable to turn away guests?"

As he spoke, he smiled at Su Ying next to him: "Young Master, do you think so?"

Su Ying did not answer his words. Instead, he asked an irrelevant question on a whim: "Can you write storybooks?"

Chu Jizhou was stunned for a moment, and his face went blank for a moment.

What the hell is a storybook?

"Since he is the number one scholar, writing shouldn't be a problem, right?" Su Ying added in an expectant tone.

"Ah, yes, of course!"

Chu Jizhou came back to his senses and nodded quickly. No matter if he could do it before, he must know it now!

"That's great." Su Ying patted his shoulder happily. Before he became the owner of Mozhai, he had already hired an employee. "Young man, I admire your talent. Stay here and write good stories for me."

Life is so boring without stories. The stories on the market are really boring. Those who write stories are limited to the rotten rules, and they are all clichés. Su Ying always feels that this interesting guy in front of him can write interesting plots that let go of himself.

Amid the confused gazes of others, the two smiled at each other and reached a strange consensus.