Crazy! Crazy batch of chief ministers reduced to subordinates

Your Excellency gave Miss Beisheng a birthday gift. If Miss Beisheng recognized it as something from Yu Linglong Pavilion, that would be really...

When Master Lang gives a gift to the girl he loves, he must learn from Prince Zhao and send it directly to a jewelry store. In the future, not only the gold and silver jewelry will be available, but also he can make a lot of money.

Lang Zhuo raised his eyes and scanned the two-story building, and smiled, "The young Marquis is already engaged. Aren't you afraid that the princess will be unhappy with such a generous gift?"

Zhao Shu tensed up and lowered his eyes. Lang Zhuo's words were like a knife stabbing into his heart, severing the nerve between him and Bei Sheng.

He bowed slightly and explained with all the forbearance: "I prepared this birthday gift for Bei Sheng before the princess and I got married. No one else can say anything."

Lang Zhuo was a little angry, but he suppressed the anger in his heart and said: "Other people can't say anything, but if Princess Fan Yang knew that the person receiving your gift was Beisheng, wouldn't she come to trouble Beisheng? If you If you want to hide it, the inscription on the plaque should be changed."

Zhao Shu was stunned, but he didn't think it was inappropriate without reminding him. Now that he and Beisheng have broken up, his name on the door plaque will definitely attract criticism.

So he bowed again and said, "Thank you, sir, for your guidance. The student understands."

Bei Sheng had been sitting by the window on the second floor. He picked up the tea cup and took a sip of tea. His eyes were dark and unclear, like a deep spring with no bottom.

The conversation between the two people downstairs fell into her ears, and she couldn't help but laugh. She got up and lifted up her skirt and went downstairs, arriving in front of Lang Zhuo's carriage.

She didn't pay attention to Zhao Shu's surprised look. After saluting, she only looked up at Lang Zhuo and asked, "Can you please inscribe an inscription for my store?"

After being stunned for a moment, Lang Zhuo said cheerfully: "Okay."

For a moment, Ao Feng was so embarrassed that he just wanted to find a place to get in. When he turned around, he thought that if adults weren't embarrassed, why should he, a subordinate of him, be embarrassed?

Orfeng and Qingyang got off the horse, held hands as Lang Zhuo stepped on the footstool to get out of the carriage, and followed him into Yu Linglong Pavilion.

Beisheng shouted inward: "Shopkeeper Liu, prepare your pen and ink."

It was an elegant man in his thirties, seven feet tall, carrying a pen, ink, paper and inkstone. He was dressed in a long jade-colored dress, with a turban on his head, and the corners of his clothes were fluttering.

Lang Zhuo looked shopkeeper Liu up and down and asked Zhao Shu, "Is he one of yours?"

Zhao Shu moved the wicker chair for Lang Zhuo to sit on, and said, "The shopkeeper and the two waiters in Yu Linglong Pavilion are all from Beisheng."

Lang Zhuo was not surprised and just sat down silently.

He has already seen Beisheng's methods, so it is not surprising that he has his own manpower. What attracts Lang Zhuo is the endless power in her body, which is always revealed inadvertently, and she wants people to keep exploring what kind of person she is.

Bei Sheng spread out the paper and gave his hands dipped in ink to Lang Zhuo. Lang Zhuo only glanced down at her, then took the thick pen from Bei Sheng's hand and wrote on the white birth certificate. The powerful four characters "Yulinglong Pavilion" were inscribed with "Lang Jingpu", and the reign name was also dropped.

His calligraphy was more magnificent than Zhao Shu's. Zhao Shu was overjoyed when he saw it and said, "If I had known that Lord Lang was willing to give an inscription to Yu Linglong Pavilion, I would have gone to find Lord Lang early in the morning, and I had your inscription." , then our store will definitely prosper."

Beisheng picked up Lang Zhuo's calligraphy treasure, gently blew the wet ink on it, handed it to shopkeeper Liu, and said warmly: "Go to the Baijin Smith's shop now and make it into a gold plaque, which is better than the original one." The ones are bigger.”

Lang Zhuo raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Shopkeeper Liu took a boy and went there.

In the Yu Linglong Pavilion, except for a waiter who was greeting the guests, Bei Sheng, Lang Zhuo and Zhao Shu were sitting in the private room on the second floor.

After two rounds of tea, Lang Zhuo didn't say he wanted to leave. Even if he had nothing to say, he still sat there. The navy blue court uniform lay flat on his body. His brows and eyes, which looked like the light ink of distant mountains, were looking down at the tea in the cup, with an unclear expression, which made Zhao Shu feel uneasy.

Bei Sheng was on the other side, flipping through the account book as if there was no one around. Occasionally, she picked up a fine brush and scribbled a few words. The sunlight poured in from the window and just fell on her body.

Lang Zhuo would also raise his eyebrows to look at Bei Sheng from time to time.

Zhao Shu may not have noticed Lang Zhuo's intention just now, but now he can easily judge why Lang Zhuo stayed there.

There was a sour feeling in his heart, but Zhao Shu smiled again after a moment. He had nothing to do with Beisheng anymore. It was a good thing that someone was willing to stay for her.

Zhao Shu glanced at the copper drain in the corner and saw that it was already three minutes later.

Then he stood up and bowed his hands to Langzhuo: "I have been out for a long time, so I left without informing my parents."

"Yes." Lang Zhuo raised his eyebrows slightly and said calmly: "That's fine, I have to go back to Anguo Duke's Mansion to see my master later, and I will go back with Bei Sheng."

Bei Sheng also closed the account book and walked over with it in hand, saying: "I have read the account book and marked anything that I think is inappropriate. Please take it back and have a look, please, if there is anything wrong with it." Correction."

Zhao Shubing did not take the account book and said, "Yulinglong Pavilion belongs to you. You have the final say whether it is right or wrong. I... will not interfere from now on. I'll take my leave."

Beisheng: "..."

Zhao Shu did not hesitate at all, took two steps back and left the private room, stepped down the stairs, and exited the gate of Yu Linglong Pavilion.

Bei Sheng felt a sense of sadness in his heart. He looked at the account book in his hand in silence for a long time before placing it on the case and silently sat back in front of the case.

Lang Zhuo, humiliated like a light cloud, sat down opposite Bei Sheng and reached out to close the two windows.

He didn't want people on the street downstairs to look at him while he was talking to Bei Sheng.

In the vase on the desk was a bouquet of plum blossoms carved from white jade, which had been polished until they were shiny. Lang Zhuo was somewhat envious of Bei Sheng's sudden rise to become a rich man.

She and Yan Mo teamed up to deceive Xiao Yi out of everything. They got tens of thousands of taels of silver, and now they also have the jewelry store sent by Zhao Shu, which is really rich.

And he has nothing but a false reputation. If Bei Sheng is greedy for money, he really can't afford it.

As he thought about it, Lang Zhuo couldn't help but smile at himself.

Beisheng looked at him and felt an indescribable sullenness in his heart, but he also knew that Mr. Lang couldn't afford to offend him, so he could only use kind words to coax him, and he must not anger him with wild words.

After hesitating for a moment, he raised his eyes and said, "I already understand your thoughts. Although a person like me is not worthy of you, there is nothing shameful about saying it."

Lang Zhuo looked neither happy nor sad, and listened quietly to what she said, and asked: "What do you want to say? You sent Zhao Shu away, and you want to take care of me again?"

The word "cooking" is too serious, how dare she!

She lowered her head and looked at herself. Apart from knowing some things that could never be put on the table, what else could she use to match Lang Zhuo?

Lang Zhuo's deep affection for her made her frightened, and it was compounded by her inferiority complex. Only to hide her unbearable feelings, she took up the air to treat Lang Zhuo and had great hostility towards him.

But if you think about it carefully, what did Lang Zhuo do wrong? Like Zhao Shu, he just likes her.

And she used Zhao Shu in order to survive in the capital, couldn't she use Lang Zhuo?