Daughter of aristocratic family

Chapter 91 Hostility
  Now that he was out, Zhao Wangshu was not in a hurry to go back. After reading the book, it was time to go to the bookstore to buy some.

When she arrived at Yiboxue Store, she found a new antique store opened nearby. She walked in and was attracted by a white porcelain bowl on the display shelf in the store.

A landscape painting is delicately painted on the bowl, which looks particularly elegant and gives people an otherworldly feeling, full of poetry.

"How much does this bowl cost?" Zhao Wangshu asked curiously.

"Five hundred taels," the shopkeeper replied.

Zhao Wangshu thought about it and realized that she didn't bring so much money. "I really want to buy it. Can you give me a real price?"

"This bowl is so exquisitely painted."

This familiar voice made Zhao Wangshu immediately know that it was Ma Qiaoqiao, and he sighed helplessly, why did he meet these two people again?

"Miss Zhao, why are you here?" Ma Qiaoqiao seemed to have just discovered the existence of Zhao Wangshu, "Miss Zhao, are you following us?"

Zhao Wangshu smiled calmly, "Miss Ma, it seems that I came to this store first."

Ma Qiaoqiao's expression stiffened, "Sixth Prince, I like this bowl very much."

"Miss Zhao, can you give up your love and give it to me?" Lin Yi also looked at Zhao Wangshu, his eyes full of tenderness, as if he wanted Zhao Wangshu to be intoxicated.

Zhao Wangshu would not be confused by him, but he also did not want him to stare at it like this. He lowered his head to avoid his direct gaze and said, "I only asked the price for this bowl and did not buy it."

"How much does this bowl cost?" Ma Qiaoqiao asked.

The shopkeeper replied: "Five hundred taels of silver."

"Miss Zhao, should you buy it or should I buy it?" Ma Qiaoqiao did not bargain with the shop owner.

"I didn't bring enough money. Miss Ma can buy the bowl." Zhao Wangshu didn't intend to argue with her.

"Miss Zhao dares to enter the store and ask for the price when she has no money. Isn't this a joke?" Ma Qiaoqiao covered her mouth, "Oh, I speak frankly, will Miss Zhao be angry?"

Zhao Wangshu originally had a good impression of Ma Qiaoqiao, but now he felt that he had made a mistake. This girl was green tea.

"There's nothing to be angry about. I just didn't expect Miss Ma to say this. It's natural to ask about the price when buying something." Zhao Wangshu's tone was calm, not angry at all.

"In that case, I'll buy this bowl." Ma Qiaoqiao said.

"Miss Ma, please help yourself." Zhao Wangshu made it clear that he would not compete with her.

"Boss, wrap the bowl for me." Ma Qiaoqiao took out a silver note.

The shopkeeper took the cash check and said with a smile: "Okay, I'll wrap the bowl for the girl right now."

With that said, the shopkeeper picked up the bowl, wiped it carefully with a cloth, then took out a piece of brocade cloth to wrap the bowl and put it in the brocade box.

"Miss Zhao, if you want to buy something that you like, just say, you have no money, we can lend it to you." Ma Qiaoqiao leaned closer to Lin Yi, "right, Sixth Prince?"

"Listen Qiao Qiao." Lin Yi said dotingly.

"Thank you Miss Ma for your kindness, but there is no need to borrow money to buy things. I'm afraid I'm used to it and my desires will be hard to satisfy." Zhao Wangshu declined with a light smile.

"That's true. Borrowing money to live is not a long-term solution. Since Miss Zhao doesn't need it, I won't force it." Ma Qiaoqiao didn't really want to borrow money, but just wanted to humiliate Zhao Wangshu, but Zhao Wang wouldn't accept her. The trick.

Zhao Wangshu was not fooled, and Ma Qiaoqiao was not angry. She turned to Lin Yi and said with a sweet smile: "Sixth Prince, let's go see something else."

"Okay." Lin Yi was very obedient to Ma Qiaoqiao.

Zhao Wangshu went out from the antique store and entered Yibo Bookstore. There were about a dozen newly published calligraphy books on the shelf. Many down-and-out scholars write storybooks anonymously to earn living expenses.

However, when they become officials, they will not write anymore, or even admit that they have written scripts, lest it affect their future.

After all, "Collected Poems", "Collected Words", and "Selected Works" can become famous after being published, but they are from the lower reaches of the country.

Zhao Wangshu picked up a book titled "Wang Jiang Hu".

This is a novel that depicts the grievances and hatreds of the world, with twists and turns in the plot and vivid characters.

"Man, why does this "Wang Jiang Hu" only have two volumes? The first and middle volumes? Where's the second volume?" Zhao Wangshu read five chapters and decided to buy it back.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Grinding hasn't written the next volume yet." The clerk said with a smile on his face.

"When can it be written?" Zhao Wangshu asked.

"The shopkeeper is urging me. It should be ready in a month." The waiter replied.

"Are there any other good story books?" Zhao Wangshu asked.

The salesman said: "Girl, these four story books in the store have been bought by many people. Do you want to take a look?"

Among the four books he promoted, Zhao Wangshu had already bought two of them, and the other two were new. "I want these two, too. Get me two more bundles of mulberry tissue paper."

After buying a storybook and calligraphy practice paper, Zhao Wangshu took a carriage and went home. When he arrived at the study, he found Xiao Bin was there, and he politely saluted, "Mr. Xiao."

"Miss Zhao." Xiao Bin's eyes fell on the storybook in Zhao Wangshu's hand, and his expression moved slightly. The book "Lonely Pillow Waiting for the Moon" was written by him.

Zhao Wangshu gave Zhao Yin a bunch of paper and was about to go out. Xiao Bin suddenly asked: "Miss Zhao, do you think those down-and-out literati should write storybooks?
  Zhao Wangshu thought for a while and then said: "A scholar is down and out, but he is full of talent. Writing storybooks and selling them to the world to earn some money to support his family is also a way out."

"Don't you think it's disgraceful?"

Zhao Wangshu smiled faintly and said: "Character is important, but if the stomach is not full, how can we talk about character? The character of a scholar is not a castle in the air. You must first have food to eat and clothes to wear before you can straighten your spine."

"Some people are down and out, but they still have a strong character, which is admirable. Some people are rich, but they are just like a coward, which is contemptible."

"In my opinion, as long as you are self-reliant, there is nothing worthy of criticism."

Xiao Bin looked at Zhao Wangshu with bright eyes. He did not expect that Zhao Wangshu would understand the situation of the down-and-out scholar so well.

If she is a wife, she must be a good wife.

"Miss Zhao, your insights are really unique. I've learned a lot from you." Xiao Bin said with a cupped hand.

"Young Master Xiao is too complimentary. I just expressed my opinion." Zhao Wangshu bowed and returned the gift, "Young Master Xiao, if you have nothing to do, I will go out first."

Zhao Wangshu opened the door and walked out, bringing in a gust of cold wind. Xiao Bin's eyes became firm, "Chang Ming, when I went back yesterday, I saw someone escorting Miss Zhao back."

"Who?" Zhao Yin asked alertly.

"It's a man with outstanding appearance. His name is Yun Hao. He behaves very closely with Miss Zhao, and they obviously have a close relationship."

Zhao Yin put down the book and said, "I'll ask Yue'er."

"Chang Ming, it's inappropriate for you to ask Miss Zhao like this. My daughter's family is thin-skinned, so it's better to ask my aunt to ask." Xiao Bin said.

Zhao Yin thought for a while, "Okay, let me ask my grandma when she comes back."

(End of this chapter)