Chapter 160 The Freshest Is Not a Bowl of Chicken Soup

The hollowed-out wooden door with flower branches slowly opened, and the little eunuch swung the whisk lightly and quietly retreated.

Ning Que looked at the high threshold in front of him, and then he was stunned and tidied up his appearance. He looked at the precious pens and inkstones that had been missing for a long time, smelled the mud and ink breath that had been hidden deep in his memory, and remembered the door today last year. What happened was a little confused.

A middle-aged man stood in front of the bookshelf with his back facing the front entrance of the Imperial Study Room. The man was wearing a plain thin cotton shirt and a belt woven with black and gold thread around his waist, which looked a little thin. Although he couldn't see his face, Ning Que could easily guess the other party's identity.

Without eunuch's guidance, he didn't know whether he should be kneeling on his knees or bowing with his hands and bowing his body. According to the principle, it should be the former, but few Tang people were willing to let their knees get dusty, so he was a little hesitant for a moment. and embarrassment.

At this time, the middle-aged man suddenly spoke, and his indifferent tone and content of the words promptly relieved Ning Que's embarrassment and hesitation: "It's not a ceremony to sacrifice to heaven, don't kneel down at any time."

In just a simple sentence, Ning Que developed a strong favor for this middle-aged man. In his imagination, the image of the Tang Dynasty king who dominated the world has always been associated with the words "Magic, Indifferent and Solemn", but I didn't expect the other party to be so gentle.

"I heard you are my secret guard?" the middle-aged man pulled out an old book from the bookshelf and asked casually while watching.

Ning Que bowed a long time and replied, "Yes."

"This dark guard is too dark, and I don't even know it myself." The middle-aged man smiled, pulled out a bookmark from the edge of the bookshelf, put it in the old book as a mark, and suddenly asked, " How did you get into this room last year?"

Ning Que was thinking about how to claim himself at this time, wandering between the low-level students and the low-level officials for a while, and naturally eliminated the low-level officials first. After listening to this question, he subconsciously replied: "The student went to the palace to receive an errand and was taken here. waiting."

The middle-aged man sighed lightly, as if he was confused about some things. After a moment of silence, he said, "Since he is taking an errand, why did he enter my imperial study? Did anyone see you come in at that time?"

At this point, Ning Que's nervousness was a little relieved, but his doubts became more. On the way to the palace, he had imagined the scene after seeing His Majesty the Emperor. In his imagination, he thought that after His Majesty the Emperor would definitely laugh happily after seeing him, and he would snatch a few steps to pretend to be unhappy. Holding his hands to stop himself from kneeling, then let go of his beard and gently stroked his beard and nodded repeatedly, his face full of admiration, and said excitedly, "You have let me seek death." I want to reward you with thousands of hectares of good land and countless beautiful maids. As for the official positions in the court, you can choose...

However, this is not the case. The facts prove that although Ning Que was not as beautiful as Prince Longqing, he still thought of many things too beautifully in his excitement and excitement.

Just as he was a little disappointed and confused, Ning Que suddenly understood something as he listened to His Majesty the Emperor's last question.

Last year, the little eunuch named Lu Ji arranged for him to come to the imperial study. Since His Majesty the Emperor has been looking for him for half a year, the flower blooms on the other side of the sky in the court was a sensation. The little eunuch named Lu Ji and Xu Chongshan Commander, there is no reason not to associate this matter with yourself. His Majesty the Emperor has never found himself, which only shows one thing--ethnicity Xu Chongshan or the little eunuch named Lu Ji did not report to His Majesty the Emperor about his entry into the imperial study.

As for why they didn't report, there may be many reasons, such as forgetting, idiots, and worrying about the trouble this matter will bring. Ning Que didn't know the reason at this time, but he knew that if his answer was with Commander Xu and If the eunuch's answer is not right, it is very likely to cause great trouble to the other party, and may even cause trouble to himself.

So he frowned, thought seriously for a moment, shook his head and said sincerely, "No one should know."

His Majesty the Emperor laughed loudly as he heard the answer coming from behind. He stuffed the old book in his hand back into the bookshelf, turned around and looked at the young student at the door of the imperial study room, and said with emotion: "The character is indeed good, no wonder he looks down on you at the second child."

Ning Que looked at the bookshelf and found that the other party was just an ordinary middle-aged man with beautiful eyebrows and gray hair. He was not a monster as majestic as he imagined and even more terrifying than the image of Suzaku. He looked at the other party's expression and Smile, knowing that his answer should be considered a bet, although he himself doesn't know where it is right.

His Majesty the Emperor looked at Ning Que and suddenly waved his hand, saying with a smile: "Come here."

Looking at the smile on His Majesty the Emperor's face, Ning Que's heart tightened slightly and forced himself to suppress his nervousness.

His Majesty the Emperor pointed to the words spread out on the table and asked with a smile: "Did you write this words?"

Ning Que glanced at the afterglow, looked at the five big words dripping from the pen on the yellow paper, and instantly recalled the pride and joy he had after writing one day last year, and replied softly: "It was indeed absurd student that day. do."

"Not ridiculous at all." His Majesty the Emperor looked at him with a smile and said, "I like your words very much."

Finally, the process of praise and appreciation began, but Ning Que suddenly realized that he didn't know how to deal with it. Perhaps because His Majesty the Emperor spoke this sentence, his tone was too natural and casual, with only calm appreciation, without the excitement of being exposed, as if he was He said that the green onions that the Queen peeled last night was very clean and the pancake was very sweet. How can I thank you and how can I move you?

His Majesty the Emperor obviously did not expect Ning Que to be moved by his words and burst into tears. He gently stroked his long beard under his jaw, looked at the five words of flowers blooming on the other side of the sky on the table, and after enjoying it for a while, he sighed and said, "I'm looking for you." It's so hard."

His Majesty the Emperor in front has always been calling me, but at this time it was suddenly replaced by me, and the atmosphere in the imperial study changed suddenly. Moreover, the rich meaning hidden in this sentence is many times stronger than the previous sentence, and it has changed from extremely sparse and elegant to extremely strong appreciation. Ning Que is not used to the former, but he still doesn't know what to do if he hears the latter. How to deal with it.

His Majesty the Emperor looked at him with a smile and suddenly said, "The fish leaped at this time, and the flowers bloomed on the other side of the sky. You only wrote the last sentence, and always felt a little flawed. Since you found you today, why not finish the two sentences? How do I grind the ink for you?"

Letting the Emperor of Tang grind ink and loose pens and papers for himself is undoubtedly the highest treatment for those who are fond of calligraphy in the world. In fact, it is a treatment that they dare not even imagine, and such Compared with the treatment, even if you stuff all the popular girls in Hongxiuzhuo into the study and add fragrant and grinding ink, it is not worth mentioning.

Hearing this, Ning Que was shocked and sincerely declined, "How did this make it happen? As for the two couplets of fish jumping at this time, it was originally a trick of Your Majesty. The student was just a copying method. I will write it today... Your Majesty is here Before, how dare students write in a clumsy way?"

He lived in a wandering life since childhood and struggled to survive at the bottom of the Tang Empire. He really didn't have much experience in dating with noble people. He was able to hang out with the Tang Dynasty princess Li Yu on his journey back from the grassland. That's because At that time, Li Yu was a pretty little maid. Although he knew Li Yu's identity, in order to make it easier for him, he always insisted on treating Li Yu as a little maid. At this time, he was facing the most powerful man in the world, so how should he get along with him?

If it were other young people who had no experience in the world, they would probably be in a panic in the imperial study today. But Ningque is still Ningque after all. He was a child and could survive in the sinister world. In addition to the hatchet on his waist and the courage to kill people, his mouth is sweeter than honey and more adorable than a puppy. Shaking your tail and begging for mercy is an indispensable means.

Regarding things like winning the favor of the top and flattering noble people, as long as he is willing to do it, he can do it better than anyone else. When he was in Weicheng, he was a young foreign military household, and was loved by the military and civilians all over the city. He could make several generals in Weicheng love each other as their nephews. He could imagine his ability. At this time, he used this ability to flatter His Majesty the Emperor. Of course, it was Take it at will without any hindrance.

Listening to the words "My Hand" that happened to be the first, His Majesty the Emperor was slightly stunned. He couldn't help but look up at Ning Que's face, and laughed and scolded: "You are so slapped so hard, all over the world Everyone knows that my handwriting is very bad, so how can I afford the word "Pearl and Jade"? What's more, it's in front of you guys."

Ning Que smiled. He was extremely thick-skinned and did not think of this reprimand. He had seen the words written by His Majesty the Emperor with his own eyes, which was indeed quite... not very good, but so what? No matter how stiff the flattery is, you will still be flattery. Your Majesty, even if you know that the words you write are bad, you will still feel happy if you are praised by others, let alone if I like it?

Looking at Ning Que's disregarded expression, His Majesty the Emperor felt a little happy. He thought that although the calligrapher I liked was much younger than I thought, his vision was really sharp and unique. This review was ten There are eighty-seven who are flattering me, but seeing what he said is natural and sincere, perhaps the remaining two or three points indicate that my calligraphy has indeed improved a lot, but it is quite impressive?

"Stop talking. Since I finally caught you, you have to write a few words tonight so that I can take a good look."

"Your Majesty, the student was too mentally exhausted in the academy last night and was a little weak. He really couldn't write any good words. It's not that the students dared to disobey the holy intentions, but that one of the books emphasizes spiritual fullness..."

His Majesty's face became a little ugly, but thinking that this was indeed reasonable, he knew very well how difficult it was to enter the second floor of the academy. He thought that the boy in front of him could defeat Longqing and enter the second floor of the academy. He would definitely go to the future. He will be a pillar of the empire, but he is afraid that his ambition will be extremely lofty. If he blindly treats the other party as a calligrapher and a lyricist, he is afraid that the other party will feel a little humiliated.

Ning Que said in embarrassment, while secretly watching the emperor's face. Suddenly, he took out a few books from his sleeves and placed them respectfully on the desk as if he was a magician.

"Your Majesty, this is what students have written in recent years. I have selected some that are still eye-catching. Please give me some advice."

His Majesty the Emperor listened to this and looked at the books on the desk. His eyes suddenly lit up. He quickly lowered his waist and stretched out his hand to spread the books flat. Then he looked at the ink traces on the books, either in the lines or grass, and fell into a long silence. .

I don't know how long it took, but a joyful admiration finally broke the tranquility in the imperial study.

His Majesty the Emperor shook his head and exclaimed in surprise: "Good words! Really good words!"

He turned around, looked at Ning Que's eyes and said, "Ning Qing, I heard that you opened a shop in Dongcheng, Chang'an. I believe that what you have done over the years is not these few, so I can take it quickly so that I can appreciate it. Something."

Ning Que was stunned. Facing His Majesty's thirsty look at the Emperor's thirsty look, Na Na Ran replied awkwardly: "Your Majesty, the books written by students, this and that are basically... are all used to sell money."

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Not far outside the south gate of the towering imperial city, there is a quiet Taoist temple hidden among green trees, which is exactly where the south gate of Haotian Dao is located.

In the deepest hall in the South Gate Temple, Yan Se, the divine talisman master who had been in the academy for a heroic spirit and wanted to compete with his second senior brother, seemed to have become a child who did something wrong. He sat cross-legged on the dark wooden floor, his beard under his jaw as if it had been burned, and his eyes were no longer slutty and stared at the floor in front of him innocently. He didn't dare to look at the opposite side at all, but although he didn't dare to look at the opposite side, The wrinkles on her face that were flowing densely like mountains and rivers were already filled with guilt and pleasing expressions.

The national teacher of the Tang Dynasty, Li Qingshan, looked at the senior brother in front of him, with a faint look like a resentful woman in the deep palace. His respect for his senior brother on weekdays had already turned into disappointment and anger.

"Ning Que cannot enter the South Gate of Haotian Dao, which means that although he is your student, after you die, I, Haotian Dao South Gate, will never have a talisman master of my own, which means that you After I died, no one could hold on to the south gate again."

Master Yan Se raised his head, looked at his junior brother with a silly smile, and comforted him, "It's not that serious. Since Ning Que is my student, if he becomes a divine talisman master in the future, he will never be able to see something happening in the South Gate. No matter. In addition, although I am a veteran, you are still young, and maybe Ning Que would have died long ago when you died. If that is the case, what's the use of him?"

Li Qingshan looked at his senior brother expressionlessly, sighed after being silent for a long time, shook his head and said, "Senior brother, do you really don't know the difference between the two? If Ning Que enters the South Gate, I will give the Lord of the South Gate in the future. If you do it for him, he will be my national teacher in the Tang Dynasty. It will be difficult for this Nanmen to weaken. But if he is just your student, he will at most become my Nanmen Guest in the future. But what is the use of this guest? Liu Bai, Southern Jin Dynasty He is also a guest at the Xiling Temple, but when did you see Liu Bai born and die for the Temple?"

Yan Se agreed to the request of the second senior brother of the academy to accept Ning Que as a student of Fu Dao in his personal name, but completely cut off Ning Que's possibility of entering the South Gate of Haotian Dao. He was originally ashamed, and when he came back to face Li Qingshan, he felt a little shameless. At this time, listening to Li Qingshan's words becoming heavier and heavier, he was even more embarrassed. In the end, he didn't dare to look at the other party's resentful gaze and left in a panic.

Through the trees, the disciple of Haotian Dao Nanmen, Dao Gong, respectfully wards and avoids the situation. However, Master Yan Se had no idea of ​​showing his kindness and lust. His face turned pale and hurried forward. He left the main gate and headed straight for the side gate, waiting to be pushed forward. I opened the side door and walked into the side alley, reached out to dust off the green leaves on my shoulders, and the wrinkled old face finally replied to a little normal.

Although I am sorry for the master, I finally found the successor. Yan Se was ashamed, but he couldn't suppress his joy. Previously, in the South Gate Temple, in front of the national teacher Li Qingshan, the joy was covered by shame, and he entered the side alley. Finally began to show.

A carriage was stuck in the alley, and he was slightly stunned when he looked at the emblem of a certain Marquis' Mansion on the shaft of the car.

A man who looked like a manager jumped out of the carriage, looked up and down at Master Yan Se, as if he was a little confused about the appearance of the old Taoist priest. After a long time, he remembered the earnest instructions of his master, and said sincerely with a humble smile: "The villain has paid tribute to Master Yan Se. He is the chief manager of the Marquis of Anle. Today, he is here to find you at the order of the Marquis of Marquis. I heard that the master has a copybook in his hand..."

Master Yan Se stared at the face of the manager coldly, too lazy to think about the other party's purpose, and said in a cold voice: "Get out."

After saying this, he pushed the manager away and walked proudly towards the alley.

The marquis's manager looked extremely ugly behind him. However, thinking about Yan Se's high status as a divine talisman master, he did not dare to have any complaints. He just kept following his footsteps and shouted in a crying voice: "Master, you Listen to the villain finish his words."

An old voice suddenly came from the entrance of the alley: "What kind of identity is Master Yan Se? What kind of identity are you? Marquis Anle asked Master Yan Se without any hesitation, or Zhuang Yi asked him to enter the Marquis's Mansion, or Su Rong came to meet, and they all had to be the rituals of the younger generation. He actually asked you to come forward with a manager. The Marquis did this matter a little more miserable."

The marquis's office manager dared not provoke a talisman master, but it does not mean that he dared not provoke many people in Chang'an City. He listened to these seemingly admonishing words but actually made no secret of their provocation. My heart arose, walked out of the alley, looked at the old man standing next to a green bamboo sedan chair, and waved his hand and scolded, "What is my identity..."

Suddenly, his body was stiff, his voice trembled, and he knelt on one knee to salute, saying, "Nothing is worthy of your concern to the Grand Secretary. The villain is so confused that he went back and passed the Grand Secretary's words to the Marquis."

The white-haired old man looked at the manager of the Hou Mansion kneeling in front of him and waved his hand, "I didn't expect that you are not good at adapting. Being a manager of the Hou Mansion is competent."

The old man's surname is Wang and his name is Guanshi. He is a great scholar in Wenyuan Pavilion of the Tang Dynasty. He has been in decline for three dynasties and has been respected by His Majesty. Even Prince Li Peiyan looked at the old man and asked him to greet him, let alone a mere Marquis of Anle.

Although the marquis's office manager did not know why the Grand Secretary Wang appeared outside the Lane of Nanmenguan, he did not dare to talk too much. He saluted the two old men and then ran away with his own carriage.

Master Yan Se frowned and looked at Grand Secretary Wang, bowed and asked, "Old Bachelor, today is a rest period, so you don't have to go to court. Why are you here? It's not a good reason to leave the palace and go on a walk."

"A few days ago, I had a fight with Lao Jijiu. Is this reason sufficient?" Master Wang coughed twice and replied.

Yan Se thought about it and said annoyedly, "That was the incident of your quarrel last winter, and not the previous few days?"

"Anyway, that double hook copy of the flower blooms on the other side of the sky is in that old guy's house. Not only does that old guy not let me see it, he also often uses this matter to anger me." Grand Secretary Wang couldn't hide his excitement in his heart and caressed his beard. He said angrily: "The double hook copy is too confined to the original meaning of the lines. It only has the original form, but has no intention. How can you get the copy that Your Majesty gave me?"

"What you said is unreasonable." Yan Se knew this case well and shook his head and said, "Everyone in the Fang family knows that if you want to copy the original meaning of the original work, the double hook method is of course the best method."

Yan Se is the only remaining divine talisman master at the southern gate of Haotian. Wang Shichen is a veteran of three dynasties. For decades, the two of them have been familiar with each other and have a common identity, that is, the master of the calligraphy world. At this time, we talk about copying. The method will naturally not give in to each other.

"Even if the double hook copy is the best." Wang Shichen smiled slightly and said proudly: "So what? When I took the chicken soup post back today, I would not hang it in the study, but hang it in the middle hall, and I would not be angry with that old man."

"Wait." Yan Seyi said, "What is chicken soup?"

"It's the paper that you took away from Hongxiuzhao."

Master Wang looked at him and said solemnly: "Now the news has spread, and the books sold by Lao Bizhai in Dongcheng have been taken away. I think those books have no special meaning, but this The chicken soup post is very different. You can use this chicken soup post to determine that Ning Que has the potential of a divine talisman master, which is of great significance. If I could get this post to be included in my home, wouldn't it be great?"

Yan Se said with emotion: "These rumors spread faster than the Fushu."

Grand Secretary Wang stared at him and said, "Stop talking, Anle Hou was extremely stupid, and he actually sent a manager to ask you for help. I am Grand Secretary of the Three Dynasties, and I came to the alley to block you, and what I wanted was your student's. Books, this face is already great enough. Don't say you don't give me face, otherwise we will both become very shameless."

"I only hear the aura of an old hooligan from your words, and I don't think you are ready to take face." Yan Se said annoyedly: "You and I have known each other for decades. I really didn't expect that you, a great scholar of the three dynasties, would have done it. Such a small thing messes up my mind!"

Grand Secretary Wang said furiously: "It would be fine if it's something else. Hua Kai Yipeng has been making too fierce in Chang'an City this year. That old man bullied me too much. If I can't get this face back, I How can the Grand Secretary of the Three Dynasties gain a foothold in the court?"

Yan Se looked at him and suddenly spoke, "Ten thousand."

The anger on Grand Secretary Wang's face suddenly faded away, and he smiled and said, "Four thousand."

Yan Se took out the thin paper of the account book from his sleeve, handed it over, and said, "The deal is completed."

Grand Secretary Wang took the piece of tissue paper, without even looking at it, turned around and sat back on the green bamboo sedan chair, shouting to his entourage, "Why are you still standing there! Go back to your house quickly! The best way to make Rong Baozhai Master Xing invited me to the mansion! Then I asked the third brother to prepare for a banquet for the mansion tomorrow to celebrate his birthday, and invite guests to come and enjoy the chicken soup!"

The green bamboo sedan chair ran wildly with the wind and dust, and a dialogue between the Grand Secretary and the Butler came faintly.

"Master, your 80th birthday has passed last month."

"Idiot! The boss's second girl just happened to celebrate her birthday this month!"

"Invite that little girl Jin Wucai, the most important thing is, don't forget to invite her old grandfather!"

"If he doesn't come, I'll come to invite him in person!"

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Ning Que was nervously facing the saint in the palace, looking for every opportunity to flatter the saint. He didn't know that the note he wrote after drinking last year had been sold for 2,000 taels of silver, and it was only a friendly price.

As for the object of the note paper writing content, Sangsang, who had never had the chance to see the note paper, was nervous and speechless in the old Bizhai, who was approaching Alley 47.

Listening to the constant sound of knocking outside the door, looking at the officials of various governments who were waving silver notes and showing anxious expressions through the crack of the door, as well as the people of all kinds standing across the street excitedly, etc. The maid had no idea how to deal with this situation.

Thinking of the young master's explanation before leaving, she sorted out all the collected books, opened the bed board and took out the box, placed them neatly with the precious silver notes, and then took two extremely thick iron chains and put them in. All doors and windows are locked.

After doing these things, she walked back to the front pavilion and nailed the difficult door paving board to death with big iron nails. She felt a little relieved and did not care about the sounds that were higher than the waves outside, and wiped off the forehead. Sweat beads, carrying a big black umbrella and several of the most important central halls that Ning Que had ever told him, opened the back door of the courtyard and sneaked out.

It was early at this time, and it was lunch. When Sangsang walked into the Hongxiuzhao brothel, he didn't see any scenes of Yingying, but he just smelled countless delicious wines and foods. He hadn't eaten for a day and a night. She couldn't help swallowing.

Jian's close maid Xiaocao was holding the railing on the top floor and staring at the bottom in a daze. Suddenly, she saw Sangsang appearing in the building. She was immediately overjoyed and rushed down as fast as possible, holding Sangsang's hands with both hands. A lot of complaints:

"Why haven't you been here these days? Is your young master forbidding your feet? Ning Que is really the case. Jian doesn't let him come to these romantic places because he wants him to focus on his studies. I actually used this to vent my anger on you! Also, I heard that you have been visiting the princess's mansion for the past six months. Are you used to seeing noble people and forgetting about us despicable friends?"

Sangsang didn't care about Xiaocao's complaints. She was going to compete with the people who were striking in Chang'an City at this time and asked directly: "My young master was drunk last year. He once wrote a note to you. , where?"

Xiaocao was slightly stunned and then said, "I'll help you ask."

A moment later, Xiaocao ran back and said, "I asked, it seems that Sister Shuizhu took it away at that time. What did you look for this thing? It has been so long, but who knows where it was thrown away."

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Cao Youning has always been a bit confident in speaking in Chang'an City, because his brother-in-law is the Minister of Works, and since the Minister of Works was vacant at the end of last year, his brother-in-law has been regarded as the next Minister of Works. However, who knew that things suddenly changed in the early spring of this year. A senior official who returned to Beijing from the Governor's Office of Heyun became a strong competitor of his brother-in-law. His Majesty has been silent about this appointment, and the Prime Minister and the Grand Secretary have never made up their minds.

At this critical moment of tension, his brother-in-law became more and more low-key and silent, so Cao Youning's confidence in speaking in Chang'an City became weaker and weaker, especially at this moment, facing the top card in Hongxiuzhao The tone of the red girl Shui Zhuer can no longer be described as low-key, and even seems a little humble.

"I said good girl, just be fine, give me that post."

Cao Youning looked at the lush and plump woman in the chair. If he had been on weekdays, he would have been shaking his mind and wanted to pounce on him. However, today his mind was all occupied by that matter and he didn't care about this at all.

He said sincerely: "The student you just mentioned, named Ning Que, is the owner of the flower opening post in the palace. Now His Majesty has confirmed his identity and is talking to him in the imperial study room at this time. If I I'm afraid I can save some money if I lie to you, but I know you and I will never treat you like this. Miss Water Pearl, you can't treat me like this! "

Shui Zhu'er had woken up from her previous shock at this time, rubbed her forehead with some headaches, and said helplessly: "But that account book..."

Cao Youning corrected very seriously: "It's not a tent book. The wind in the Nanmen Temple has spread all over Chang'an City. Now everyone knows that book, and that book should be called a chicken soup post."

Shui Zhuer waved his hand helplessly and said, "Okay, I'll follow you, but that... chicken soup post is indeed not in my hands. After I took it back that day, it was taken away that night."

"Who took it?" Cao Youning asked nervously, "Miss, you have to recall it carefully. You must know that this copybook is extraordinary. The Nanmen worshiper judged that Ning Que had the potential of a divine talisman master based on this post. It will inevitably become a famous post in the world in the future!"

Shui Zhuer smiled angrily and said, "What do you need to remember well? The old Taoist priest is dirty, has a weird temperament, but is more generous. How could I forget this kind of regular customer?"

After listening to her description, Cao Youning was stunned for a while and suddenly slapped his thighs suddenly and said in shock: "Oh! My little ancestor! That's not a dirty Taoist priest, that Taoist must be Master Yan Se, the divine talisman master!"

Shui Zhuer was shocked and covered her lips with a handkerchief, unable to speak for a long time. She wondered what was going on in this world? It became so absurd in one day. That lovely and lovely young man became the great calligrapher His Majesty has been searching for for half a year, and the vulgar and dirty old man who would come to drink and have fun after more than last month. He is actually a divine talisman master!

Suddenly, she thought of something, stood up in surprise, and instructed the maid to carry out an abandoned small table from behind the house.

"Look at this table, it is the dirty old Taoist... No, it is the worship of the South Gate of Haotian Dao, the only remaining divine talisman master, and the senior master of the National Master, Master Yan Se, who used his lifelong skills to express his feelings. This chicken soup post copied on the desktop!"

She wiped the dust on the table with her hands, looked at the sloppy handwriting, and felt that she was indeed a unique flower of people with huge eyes. She was so foresighted. She admired herself and said without stopping. Serial...

Cao Youning put his face on the table and stared at the sloppy but profound handwriting. His eyes gradually became brighter and he said happily: "Miss Shuizhuer, the price is up to you, so there is no need to say these to set off the atmosphere."

Shuizhu covered his lips with a handkerchief and smiled, with no embarrassed expression on his face, and said, "Three thousand taels."

Cao Youning stood up straight and said resolutely: "Get the deal."

"Can't sell."

The gate of the courtyard was suddenly pushed open, and Sangsang and Xiaocao walked in quickly.

Cao Youning said strangely: "Why can't you sell it?"

Sangsang looked carefully at the handwriting on the table and said seriously to Shui Zhuer: "Sell rubbings."

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