Ugly Beauty: The Second Miss Waste

Chapter 109 Ancient Books
Then their masters must also be distinguished and belong to the upper class.

Jun Qingli's innate nobleness and incomparable temperament and feeling, as well as the contemptuous but dismissive temperament and feeling, prove that his status is an out-and-out superior person, or even if he is not, his status and family background are absolutely undeniable. not simple.

After observing Liuyan and Yutong's way of doing things and the rules of life, Qingcheng came up with such an idea that had vaguely surfaced in her heart before.

At dawn, Qingcheng changed into men's clothes, put on a mask, and quietly left the Immortal Cave.

In mid-May, the air in the morning is just right, neither cold nor hot.

Qingcheng walked all the way to the largest ancient ink studio in Kyoto.

Gumozhai is a place that specializes in selling ancient books and paintings, as well as the Four Treasures of the Study.

Qingcheng stepped inside, it was morning, so there was no one else inside except the buddy and a shopkeeper.

A strong scent of ink came to the nostrils, with a simple and simple atmosphere that has been depressed for many years.

Although the smell is strong, it is not pungent, but has a soothing magic power, as if you were in a place full of ink fragrance thousands of years ago.

Qingcheng walked slowly through the rows of bookshelves, and the ancient books on them seemed to have accumulated over time.

Qingcheng turned around and looked at the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, they were indeed antiques.

The guy who was arranging the picture scrolls came over and politely asked what Qingcheng needed.

Qingcheng scanned the calligraphy and painting on the wall, and when she saw a calligraphy and painting, her eyes lit up.

"I want to see that painting." Qingcheng pointed to the painting and said clearly.

The guy immediately took down the painting, carefully placed it on the table, and let Qingcheng watch it.

The painting shows the back of a man in white clothes, his sleeves fluttering, his ink hair is scattered, and a few strands are blown away by the wind, as if he could see the wind blowing the corners of his hair.A jug is thrown at his feet, the stream is gurgling under his feet, and the moon is bright above his head, which sprinkles a layer of brilliance on the stream, and also casts a layer of lonely eyes on people.

Every scene seems to be attached with the emotions of the painter. The more beautiful the scene, the more lonely and arrogant the back will be.

Qingcheng's heart moved, when she saw the painting, she thought of Jun Qingli.

Like, too much like, but Jun Qingli has never been so lonely.

But Qingcheng still wanted it, so she simply made up her mind and said firmly to the buddy: "I want this painting."

The clerk smiled and politely reminded Qingcheng: "My lord, I got this painting by accident a year ago. Although it is not an ancient painting, the price is not cheap, 1000 taels of silver."

Qingcheng knew that this painting might not be so expensive, but she thought it was worth it, so she took out a bank note from her pocket and handed it to the guy.

The clerk handed over the silver to the shopkeeper, then carefully put away the painting and rolled it into a scroll.

The clerk was overjoyed. He had just opened the door early in the morning, and he had so easily completed a business. It seemed that the young master in front of him was probably a generous owner. With a smile on his face, he asked enthusiastically, "Is the young master still in business?" Need something else?"

Qingcheng took the painting in his hand, glanced at the bookshelf, and said lightly: "I want some books, about the history of all the countries in Canglan Continent, and all the materials of famous families, exotic customs, legends of three religions and nine streams, as long as it involves Canglan Bring all the books."

Hearing this, the buddy was a little dazed, thinking to himself, what do you need so many books for?
But it would be a fool not to do business. There are really many books about Canglan in the store, and some of them are orphans.

The clerk immediately went to the bookshelf to find all the books that met Qingcheng's requirements. Qingcheng watched him move the books back and forth, and glanced at the books piled up in front of him. There were probably hundreds of them.

Qingcheng thought for a moment, picked up a few books and flipped through a few pages. Many of them were read by her before, and they were useless. In a few minutes, Qingcheng had flipped through dozens of books, and the books in front of her were also divided into Two piles were bought, one pile was kept, and one pile was not.

The buddy has already searched for all the books, and that's about it. Seeing that Qingcheng is holding a book in his hand, the pages of the book make a rustling sound, as if being blown by the wind to turn the pages.

Qingcheng frowned slightly as she looked at the ten books she had left behind.

The man saw her separate the books and put them on both sides respectively, and then heard her voice as clear as ice resounding above her head.

"That's all!"

The buddy glanced at the title of the book, and among the ten books, six of them were orphans, and there was only one in Canglan.

"My lord, there are six copies here, all of which are orphans. There is only one copy in the world. I'm afraid the price will be much higher."

The clerk said in embarrassment that the guests who come here on weekdays basically just come to have a look. It is really rare to really spend a lot of money to buy so many ancient books, and most of them are single copies.

Even the richest people would not waste so much money on these books for nothing, after all, they are expensive.

"You make an offer!" Qingcheng disapproved, looked at the ten books on the table, and said lightly.

"A single copy costs 100 taels, and other books cost 640 taels apiece, so the total is [-] taels." After calculating the price, the guy reported the truth to Qingcheng.

Qingcheng lowered her head, her eyes lingering on the ancient books and the table.

Qingcheng calculated the market price, and Canglan's tael of silver was equivalent to about three hundred yuan in modern times.

So the books here cost [-] yuan a book?This is really expensive.

So these ten books cost about 20 yuan, which is really cruel. Qingcheng bought the painting because he really liked it, so he didn't care about the price.

But this book is so expensive, she has very little money left, and the profit of the Immortal Cave has not yet come up, which is really embarrassing.

Seeing Qingcheng's sudden silence, the man knew in his heart that the business might not succeed.

Indeed, this price is sky-high for our bank, but the price is dead, even if it is changed, it cannot be reduced too much, and the customer must spend 1000 taels of silver to get a discount.

Qingcheng took out the taels of silver in his sleeve, leaving only a 500 tael silver note.

Qingcheng picked up one of the books again, opened it and quickly scanned it. Wherever he looked, he could roughly see what the content was. It was basically useless. Qingcheng took out two more lonely copies, which happened to be 440 taels.

The clerk packed up the two books that Qingcheng had picked out, took the 500 taels from Qingcheng, and went to the counter with a smile on his face to look for the money.

A man in black robe walked into the store, what Qingcheng saw was his boots, inlaid with gold thread, and the stitches on the hem of the clothes were the famous Dongling embroidery.

Qingcheng stood up, looked up at the person who came, thick eyebrows slanted into her temples, her starry eyes were all-encompassing, followed by a man in green and green clothes with a blank expression on his face.

When Chu Ziyue came in, what he saw was a pair of cold eyes hidden under the mask, which were naturally cold and indifferent, but extremely bright, such eyes are very attractive.
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