Ping An Biography

The girl in front of her is pretty, but she is obviously a prostitute, and the mother next to her is a bustard.Zhang Ning is not interested in this business. In his previous life, he was a very well-behaved person, but he could face it calmly.

Just about to find an excuse to say goodbye, he thought again: I came here to deliver things to Fu Le Yuan, now I am making excuses to slip away, it would be embarrassing to have to go in later.After thinking about it, he said: "To be honest, I'm from Yunjin Shop of Dazhong Bridge, and I'm here for business. Please tell me where to go. I'm looking for Fang Ling from Linshui Pavilion."

"So you don't need to be invited, you will come too." The woman in the light shirt smiled, "From Zhang's Yunjin Shop, come to send the screen pattern?"

"Exactly." Zhang Ning said in amazement, "The girl is Fang Ling?"

The woman in the light shirt nodded, looked him up and down again, and suddenly said: "You should be that subject... Zhang Ping'an?" One glance: "Didn't the carriage that passed just now belonged to Miss Wang's family? The Wang family is considered to be famous nearby. After guessing like this, I can guess that you are Mr. Ping'an, who is proud of being the best in Yingtianfu. No wonder you can sing such a good song." In terms of words, it is better to be famous than to meet each other, I believe that you should be number one in Tianfu."

Zhang Ning hurriedly said: "Don't dare to be or not, Miss Fang should have heard about it. Now I'm a person who has changed my reputation, and I don't dare to call myself a genius. I'm helping my family deliver things here. Take a look first. It's suitable." If so, I will bring the message back and rush to weave the screen for Miss Fang."

"Can't we just look at it on the street? Let's go in and talk about it." Fang Ling said, "There is no dragon's pond or tiger's lair in Fule Yuan." At this time, Zhang Ning replied cheerfully: "Be respectful, please."

The bustard at the side frowned and said: "Master Xu is still waiting." Qingsha woman said: "Let him wait, I am not feeling well today."

Zhang Ning bit the bullet and followed into Fuleyuan. The house he entered was just the tip of the iceberg.Walking up the stairs to the north, Zhang Ning was brought into a suite, and walked around a screen embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water. Zhang Ning took a look at it by the way, and the pattern was indeed not as exquisite and high-grade as Yunjin.Behind it is a bright room like a study room, with the wooden windows open, the sparkling Qinhuai River is in front of you, and the location is indeed a good location.As for why there is a big bed in the study room, that's all.

"This is a study room, and it's not near the busy city. It only hears the sound of the river, which is more suitable for the artistic conception of the inscription." The woman in Qingsha smiled slightly, "If Mr. Pingan is willing to inscribe the words and embroider them on the brocade, I will Willing to pay ten times the price for it."

I saw that she was born with a well-proportioned appearance, a well-proportioned figure, jade-like skin, light makeup that is delicate and not at all tacky, and thin eyebrows that are as smooth and elegant as a distant mountain. At first glance, she is more high-end than ordinary prostitutes, and she is indeed someone who can afford it .Don't think that her status is low, earning money is definitely easier than Zhang Ning or even Zhang Jiujin, just like the song "Eight thousand a month is really nothing".But Fang Ling's name is a bit like her real name, someone with a surname, not a stage name like Little Red Spring Flower, if it was her real name, it would be a bit insulting to the family, what serious crime did she commit to not be allowed to change her name and become a young lady?

Zhang Ning murmured in his heart, but on the surface he appeared dull. He really wasn't quite used to this new identity. He was usually cautious and couldn't let go.To say that he was not a dull person before time travel.

Since Fang Ling wanted the poem, it didn't matter. Zhang Ning looked elsewhere and said, "Since it's a study room, there must be paper and ink. I'll write down that poem right now."

Fang Ling said softly, "This concubine is serving Mr. Ping'an Wenmo."

"Don't dare." Zhang Ning said casually.Fang Ling was indeed waiting, grinding the ink, arranging the paper and inkstone, and dipping the ink into his hand.When he took the pen, he accidentally touched her fingertips, and quickly withdrew his hand reflexively... Fang Ling finally stopped laughing with her lips pursed, her cheeks flushed slightly.

After he picked up the pen, it seemed as if electricity came to his fingers all of a sudden, and he wrote like flying with a clear idea, and the four rows of cursive were instantly sprinkled on the paper. He also thought: Zhang Ning's handwriting practiced before is really good.Sure enough, Fang Ling happily said: "Good words!"

The second half is a bit uncommon compared to the "familiar" "Life is just like the first time you see it", so Zhang Ning raised his head and looked out the window for a while. special.Looking at his profile, she felt that he seemed to be concerned about the country and the people.The illusion of grandeur and righteousness in that kind of demeanor gave Fang Ling a sense of seriousness and stability at a young age, and she felt her heart beating again.

Zhang Ning murmured for a while and continued to pick up the pen to write. Fang Ling couldn't wait to go forward and read: "Lishan language is only half past midnight... Ye Yulinling will never complain." She felt a scent between her words, that is Mo Xiang, the filth that once hated her seems to have been washed away from the poetry, and the dust was blown away by the breeze, and she felt that she had become a young girl with a spring heart.

"How about Bo Xing Jin Yilang, who will make his wish in the sun."

Just when Fang Ling was immersed in the words, Zhang Ning said: "The work is completed. Miss Fang, don't you want to take a look at this brocade pattern?"

Fang Ling said softly: "Mr. Ping'an personally delivered it. Is there any mistake? Don't worry about it. It's just that this poem can..."

"No problem." Zhang Ning nodded briskly, thinking that he probably didn't have any intellectual property rights to talk about at this time, and he was too embarrassed to charge too high a price, and said, "When the time comes to embroider on brocade, the extra process and materials will be converted As for the price, Miss Fang can send someone to negotiate with the shop."

Fang Ling said: "If you compare Yunjin to a pair of dragons, this poem is the finishing touch. The price I offer is not to underestimate good poems, so Mr. Pingan doesn't have to refuse."

Zhang Ning just thought it was funny, and there was still this way of talking about business: the merchant wanted a discount, and she insisted on spending more money as a customer.But what she said is not wrong, helping Yun Brocade Shop to earn more money and going back can also reflect her own value. The feeling at home these days is really not good, and besides, my sister and the others are working very hard to make money.He inherited Zhang Ning's identity, and the place where he lived was Zhang Ning's home, but somehow he felt like he was dependent on others.

"Okay, Miss Fang said what she said, but it's disrespectful." Zhang Ning showed an unnatural smile, "If the screen is woven to your satisfaction, next time you need it, please come to Dazhongqiao Yunjin Shop to order I'm done. I don't dare to disturb you too much, so I'll take my leave, Miss Fang stay."

"Wait!" Fang Ling called him suddenly, and when he stood still again, she pondered for a moment before saying, "I'll make another deposit to show my sincerity."

Zhang Ning waved his hand and said: "No need, we operate with integrity and believe in Miss Fang's sincerity." Fang Ling insisted: "Yes, anyway, the deposit will be deducted at the time of settlement...how about Mr. Pingan sitting down for a while? "

Zhang Ning: "..."

"Sit down for a while, and I'll get you some money." Fang Ling smiled, a dimple appeared on the left side of her cheek.Seeing this, Zhang Ning thought, "What a beauty."But when I thought about her identity, I thought: Behind every heart-wrenching woman, there are some men who make her want to vomit.

Fang Ling turned around and walked out. After a while, she turned around and took a piece of silver and put it on the coffee table.Zhang Ning picked it up to observe it very politely. He was really curious about the appearance of the silver ingot at that time, and asked while looking at it, "How much is this?"

Fang Ling was surprised and then smiled: "Five taels, there is no lead in it."

"Five taels..." Zhang Ning thought "crackling" for a while. This seems to be an occupational disease brought about by his previous life, and he is more sensitive to the amount of currency.Converted according to the price of grain, one tael of silver is 600 yuan, and five taels is three thousand. The material abundance in ancient times was far inferior to that of modern times. In fact, five taels must be more than 3000 yuan.Zhang Ning thought to himself that the deposit for a piece of brocade for a screen is three thousand, how much is that piece of cloth worth?Selling such expensive things at home should be very clever?

Zhang Ning put down the money and said, "I... cough cough... I have to write a receipt."

"Mr. Ping'an..." Fang Ling held his arm nervously, as if he was made of glass, "Is it important?" Zhang Ning hurriedly said: "It's okay, it's okay, I was in prison a few days ago I was beaten up here, and there may be some hidden injuries." Fang Ling couldn't break up and reached out to lift his lining neckline, but there was no external injury, and she still said distressedly: "Where is the injury, let me see quickly. They Why beat you like this?"

Although many people have heard about the case, Zhang Ning felt that it was not that simple, and he was reluctant to talk about it for the sake of caution. Just now he said that being beaten was also because of a slip of the tongue, so he was evasive.Unexpectedly, Fang Ling saw the mystery and heard her say: "Mr. Ping'an can't trust me."

Zhang Ning thought: This girl seems to have a good impression of him, but how long have we known each other, is it normal to have reservations when talking to each other?Moreover, they have seen all kinds of people in this line of work, so they should be more sophisticated; but now they insist on talking about sensitive things with themselves, which makes people a little incomprehensible.

He didn't want to explain too much after thinking about it.

Fang Ling said sadly: "My surname is Fang, but my real name, and I don't have the heart to play tricks when I make friends with you."

"Fang...cough cough...Fang Xiaoru's descendant?!" Zhang Ning suddenly had a flash of inspiration.