Chapter 8 Misfortune rises and kills the servant

Chapter 8 misfortune rises and kills the servant

Although Leng Xuanrong didn't know why the shopkeeper of Nayan Moge "visited" her father, she knew that this matter must be related to the Qingyun brush she sold Mr. Dou in Nayan Moge before.

Leng Xuanrong also told Zeng Yanliang about her selling pens.

"My father has been closed these days because I said that 80% of the court would send people to investigate the robbery of the official bank. My father is now like a frightened bird. The shopkeeper of Kunyan Moge knows about his identity, and I don't want him to know for the time being.

Zeng Yanliang nodded and responded, patted his chest and ticketed. He will definitely take good care of her father.

The next day, Leng Xuanrong went out early and went straight to the Moge.

As soon as she entered the door, the little clerk quickly greeted her, nodded and took her to the inner room to sit down, served tea, and then went to his shopkeeper.

Shopkeeper Han entered the room and saw Leng Xuanrong sitting calmly at the table, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help raising slightly. He knew that his threat yesterday had worked.

"The presence of the servant's daughter really makes my little rock ink pavilion shine."

The shopkeeper Han deliberately bit the word "waiter's daughter" very heavily as yesterday. He sat opposite Leng Xuanrong, picked up the teacup with a smile and took a sip of tea leisurely.

Leng Xuanrong looked at the shopkeeper Han with no temperature in her eyes. She hated such a hypocritical villain the most.

Despite this, Leng Xuanrong still maintained a peaceful tone and said to the shopkeeper Han, "Shopkeeper Han laughed. There is no waiter's daughter here."

Shopkeeper Han frowned slightly, but he didn't see that the little girl in front of him looked very old, but this word and deed was really the stability of a large official family.

Shopkeeper Han, who didn't take Leng Xuanrong seriously, was also vigilant. He sat up straight and said coldly, "Miss Leng, although we are not familiar with it, we don't say anything in front of Ming people. I'm afraid you can't do it if you want to be careless now."

Leng Xuanrong narrowed her eyes and looked at Shopkeeper Han, thinking that this guy seemed to be trying to scare me.

hum.

If the current Leng Xuanrong was still Leng Xuanrong at this time in his previous life, he might have been scared by him. But now in Leng Xuanrong's eyes, this Han shopkeeper is just a rat.

"Shopkeeper Han." Leng Xuanrong smiled and whispered, "The little woman has never seen the world, let alone the Chinese language in your business. What do you mean by sloppy eyes? Can you ask Manager Han to explain it to me?

When Mr. Han heard Leng Xuanrong's words, he suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart. Looking at this teenage girl, his eyes could actually show the chill that made him shake Han Zhongyi.

However, this feeling was only for a moment. The shopkeeper Han coughed softly and stabilized his mind. At least he had been struggling in the business for so many years, and it was impossible for him to be shocked by a little girl.

Shopkeeper Han breathed a sigh of relief and showed the annoying smile that made Leng Xuanrong look at it. He said, "Since Miss Leng doesn't understand, I'll explain it to you. A few days ago, you took out a brush in our store and sold it to Mr. Dou in front of my buddy. Is there such a thing?"

Leng Xuanrong nodded, "I did this indeed. At that time, there was no rice in my house, so I had to bring that brush to the shopkeeper, but unfortunately the shopkeeper was not there. However, the endless sky made me meet Mr. Dou. I borrowed your treasure in this business. If you think I have occupied your wealth, the little woman will make amends for you.

After saying that, Leng Xuanrong got up and gave a deep salute to the Korean shopkeeper.

Shopkeeper Han hummed a little, but his mouth was lively, "Ouch, Miss Leng, please sit down quickly. How dare Han choose your reason for Miss Leng? This exchange is the fate of both of you. Both of you are nobles. It's a blessing for me to make a business with me.

The man next to him listened to his shopkeeper's words and couldn't help laughing. Shopkeeper Han turned his head and stared at him fiercely. The clerk was so scared that he shrank his neck and lowered his head and dared not make a sound.

Shopkeeper Han continued, "I heard from this guy say that Miss Leng sold a famous pen to Mr. Dou, so I took the opportunity to send paper and ink to Mr. Dou to see it specially. It was indeed the top grade produced in Jinlan Town. This kind of brush is really rare. To be honest, Han has always wanted to get a green cloud, but he has never been predestined. Because of this, someone in Kunyan County can take out a green cloud, which really surprised me, a person specializing in the business of the four treasures of literature..."

Speaking of this, shopkeeper Han lowered his voice, looked at Leng Xuanrong and said, "I don't know if Miss Leng knows that each of this Qingyun brush comes from the old craftsman, and every old craftsman seems to leave a special mark on the pen he made..."

Leng Xuanrong slowly frowned. She really didn't know about this.

In the previous life, this Qingyun only exchanged three coins of silver, and Leng Xuanrong didn't pay attention to it at all.

Shopkeeper Han saw that Leng Xuanrong's calm expression changed, and thought to himself, sure enough, the little girl is a little girl. Even if you pretend well, how can you defeat me?

Thinking of this, shopkeeper Han took a long breath, picked up a teacup and drank a sip of tea, and then said, "This mark may not be found by others, but I have seen countless famous pens in the past few decades. Naturally, I know the location of the mark on the green cloud."

Shopkeeper Han looked at Leng Xuanrong with pride and said with a smile, "The rest is even simpler. I asked my men to find the owner of this green cloud after a little search. Unexpectedly, this famous pen was directly sold by Leng Chengqi Leng Shilang of the Military Affairs Department by the hands of the master of the imperial city. I heard that this Leng Shilang was a literati who likes to collect good things. Although he abandoned his officials and fled, I guess that there should be something in his hand now. There should be... there is something better than Qingyun. Where is it hidden..."

The words of the shopkeeper Han are like holding a knife and passing by with a cold wind. Leng Xuanrong sat there listening silently. It was not until he finished speaking that Leng Xuanrong raised her head and said coldly, "So, shopkeeper Han wants what the Leng Shilang has hidden."

Shopkeeper Han smiled and shook his head, "Han is just a businessman, not a robber. In my eyes, everything in the world is business. Buy and sell, buy and sell. I have something and I have money. As long as you take out the things, Han will naturally not take it for nothing and pay for it. And... there is such a rule in the business, that is, a business account, which is better than that after the business is done, I, I, Han, may not remember who this cold waiter is.

Leng Xuanrong knows that although the shopkeeper Han said so, in fact, he should have investigated all the things he could find. Otherwise, he would not have come to the house in person with a gift.

Leng Xuanrong said tentatively, "Shopkeeper Han, you should know that a person who has been avoiding the world for a long time may not be able to hide anything in his hand."

The shopkeeper Han put down the teacup and waved his hand to Leng Xuanrong.

"Miss Leng doesn't know anything." Shopkeeper Han said in a low voice, "Han has some way in this circle of buying and selling the four treasures of the study. What did the cold waiter collect? Han asked someone to do a little investigation and then compare it with what has not yet appeared on the market... Hey hey..."

With a sneer, Mr. Han picked up his finger at the clerk.

The man immediately brought a sandalwood box with a faint fragrance. The shopkeeper Han carefully opened the box and saw a dark brush on the snow-white silk in the box.

"This pen is called Chen Niang. Miss Leng, please take a look. This pen is made of good black jade. It took many years of warm girls' hands to produce such luster, and this brush is as black as ink, which is made of the girl's hair."

After listening to the introduction of Mr. Han, Leng Xuanrong couldn't help but feel cold on his back. He glanced at the brush and stopped looking at it.

At this time, the shopkeeper Han collected the brush and then said, "This brush was originally a pair, and the other one was called Ye Jiang. The pen was also made of black jade, but the pen was warmly raised by a young general, and the pen was also made of the general's hair."

Then shopkeeper Han told Lengxuanrong about the legend of these two brushes. In the mouth of shopkeeper Han, the "chenniang" and the "night general" incarnated into a pair of bitter mandarin ducks separated by the war. Although what he said was very briefly, Leng Xuanrong remembered his father when he told it.

At that time, his father was magnificent and a famous talent. He also often told those fantastic stories to Leng Xuanrong. Sometimes he talked about mountains and rivers, sometimes about love and hatred, and there were also stories about ghosts and demons who entrusted their souls. I don't know how many nights Leng Xuanrong fell asleep listening to his father's whispers.

"Chen Niang" and "Night General", Leng Xuanrong sighed secretly. If her father had not abandoned the official and took her to escape, maybe this story would have been told to her by her father.

But now...

Leng Xuanrong looked up at the shopkeeper Han, who was intoxicated in the story, and a burst of nausea appeared from the bottom of her heart.

After telling the story, Mr. Han smiled coldly Xuanrong, turned back to the face of a profiteer, and said, "As far as I know, the 'Night General' should still be still in the hands of your father. As long as your father is willing to give up his love and sell the brush to you, you will be satisfied.

For this reason, Leng Xuanrong also understands the purpose of this shopkeeper Han. She promised to go back and ask her father what else was in his hand, and then came out of the Ink Pavilion.

The calm appearance of the Han shopkeeper's victory made Leng Xuanrong angry, but this incident also woke her up. Although she has experienced so many things in her previous life, she still has been negligent now.

In the previous life, things did not happen on that Qingyun brush. Now Leng Xuanrong thinks about it carefully, probably because of the problem of time. If nothing else had happened at that time, maybe someone would have found their father and daughter from the clue of the brush.

Along the way, Leng Xuanrong was thinking about how to resolve this crisis. The threat of shopkeeper Han did not intend to obey. All kinds of things in her previous life made her very clear. For a despicable villain like shopkeeper Han, she must not think that they can be safe after obeying once.

Leng Xuanrong can find a way to shut him up forever.