Zhe Jinchun

Chapter 809 Zangfeng Pavilion

Huan Shisanniang seemed to be in a very good mood, even the fluttering purple gauze seemed to be filled with joy, she said happily: "I've already thought about it, I want to pick some beautiful ones for the fourth and sixth sisters." As for the hairpin, Ninth Sister is delicate, and pearl flowers are the most suitable. I also want to choose a good-looking bracelet to wear."

She wrung her fingers and said this with a naive and innocent look.

"Okay, it's all according to my sister." Huan Ziyu smiled very warmly, and helped Thirteen Niang to the door of Zhenbaofang.

At this time, the shopkeeper of the treasure shop had already rushed out, nodding and bowing to salute, and hurriedly said: "Oh, rare customer, rare customer, it is really a good fortune for the small shop to visit Mr. Huan Silang. This is Thirteen Ladies, you really look like a celestial being. Please come in quickly, the private room has been prepared for a long time, just waiting for you two."

Huan Ziyu didn't speak, but Thirteen Niang smiled and said: "I want to make the shopkeeper feel sad, my fourth brother has something to do for a while, and he will leave after sending me here, but I will be alone for a while. If the shopkeeper wants to see the fourth brother, he has to wait for him to pick me up after finishing his work."

Hearing the words, the shopkeeper didn't even froze for a moment, his face was full of smiles, and he said repeatedly: "It's okay, it's okay, there are thirteen ladies from the Huan family visiting our shop, and that's what we have been doing for a few lifetimes." It’s a blessing to come. The thirteenth lady will pick it up slowly, and wait for Mr. Silang to pick it up.”

Just kidding, the Huan family is a top gentry family, if Huan Shisanniang wants to buy jewelry in their Treasure Shop, it will be a living sign, she really can't even invite her.

Huan Ziyu flicked his sleeves at this time, and said with a little helplessness: "Sister Thirteen is blaming me, brother can hear it."

Thirteen Niang covered her mouth with a smile, and said obediently: "That's all I said, brother four is the best, don't forget to pick me up later."

Huan Ziyu looked at her dotingly, and his voice became more gentle: "I will never forget my brother. You can pick out later and buy more for yourself. I see that you don't usually like to dress up. No, even mother likes to see you dressed up beautifully. Today, what the thirteenth sister likes is on the fourth brother, and the fourth brother will come back in a while, and I will account for you."

When Thirteen Niang heard the words, she laughed until the veil rippled, and said softly and softly: "Fourth brother keeps his word, don't forget me for a while."

"Brother, I understand, thirteenth sister is good, go in." Huan Ziyu smiled as warmly as jade, and his voice was as sweet as jade hitting each other.

After hearing what he said, Thirteen Niang didn't say anything else, she just bowed to him, then turned around and helped Qinmei's hand, and walked in slowly.

Huan Ziyu then ordered the servants at the side: "Take care of Thirteenth Sister and don't let anyone rush her."

The group of servants and guards probably consisted of not more than 40 or [-] people, they responded in unison, the momentum was quite astonishing, telling the ordinary people passing by to avoid them, how could they dare to look at them more?
Seeing Thirteen Niangs walked into the shop accompanied by the shopkeeper, Huan Ziyu just stretched out his sleeves, folded his hands, and walked forward slowly.

He didn't call for a car, nor did he ride a horse, he just walked forward like this, and there was only one servant with him.

The servant's appearance was very ordinary. It looked like he was over thirty years old, but he seemed to be more than that age.Wearing the uniform of the Huan family's second-class servant, he followed Huan Ziyu with his head down, looking cautious.

Huan Ziyu didn't seem to be in any hurry, so he took this servant and walked east along Deshengmen Street, and after walking for about half a stick of incense, he came to a room called "Zangfeng Pavilion". In front of the pen and ink shop.

Arriving here, Huan Ziyu stopped in his tracks, looked up at the signboard, for some reason, he let out a long sigh.

Everyone knows that a sword hides its edge, but they don't know that the pen of a literati is like a sword of a warrior. The sharpness and writing of his writing are far more powerful than a sword.

With a little emotion on his face, he stepped into the store.

However, as soon as he entered the store, this expression immediately faded from his face.

"Go upstairs." Huan Ziyu ordered in a low voice, and Huan Ziyu stepped up the stairs with a gloomy expression on his face.The servant shrugged his shoulders and said yes in a low voice, and followed behind him step by step. The figures of the master and the servant swayed at the stairs, and then disappeared.

The strange thing is that since they entered the store, the clerks and shopkeepers in the Zangfeng Pavilion seemed to have no eyes, and they were doing what they should do, but they were allowed to enter the room as if they hadn't seen each other.

When he got to the second floor, Huan Ziyu's face was sinking like water, and his whole body exuded a cold aura.

There was only one room on the second floor, and it was at the end of the corridor. Huan Ziyu walked over without thinking, raised his hand and pushed the door open.

The door opened, but there was a man in a brown shirt standing in the room, with a dark complexion and ordinary appearance, it was Zhang Wuyong.

Seeing Huan Ziyu walking in, Zhang Wuyong immediately bowed to him, but didn't speak.

Huan Ziyu also didn't say a word, and walked in with his hands behind his back with a sullen face. The servant walked in behind him and closed the door behind him.

"What's going on here?" Huan Ziyu's voice suddenly sounded at the moment the door was closed, and the angry voice rushed out, shaking the scroll on the wall .

Zhang Wuyong stood there calmly, without moving, as if he didn't hear his words.

It was the servant who looked up at Huan Ziyu with flat eyes.

"What does Shang Shulang mean?" He asked abruptly.

The slightly hoarse voice was not panicked, as if he didn't care about Huan Ziyu's anger.And on that face that was so ordinary that he could forget it in a flash, there was a calmness and arrogance that did not match his identity.

"Why do you still ask me?" Huan Ziyu was so angry that he almost pointed a finger in his face, "Now you are asking me? You don't know about the good things you did? "

"Shang Shulang, calm down, and listen to Mr. He's explanation." Zhang Wuyong's voice rang out at the right time, the voice was still flat and calm, just like the expression on his face at this moment, there was a very indifferent indifferent.

"Okay, then please ask Mr. He to come and explain." Huan Ziyu smiled angrily, his face was ferocious, the veins on his forehead were bulging, and his whole face was flushed red, "I call you How did your medicine end up on His Highness the Crown Prince? Don’t you know the relationship between His Highness the Crown Prince and my Huan family? If something happens to the Crown Prince, how will my Huan family’s plan be accomplished? If His Royal Highness is abandoned, I will The Huan family will definitely be involved, and even the family will be ruined, don't you know? Are you blind, and you can even put the medicine in the wrong place?"

He was almost speechless, his voice of questioning was louder than his, and the expression on his face could be called furious.

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