GodfallTwo-dimensional

Chapter 338

In the capital, in an ancient courtyard, the sky is gradually turning yellow, and the sun is setting. The light scattered in the courtyard is reflected on the lake in this small courtyard, which has a special charm.

At this time, a middle-aged man with a little white hair on his temples, wearing a black robe worn by an ancient Confucian scholar, who looked about 40 to [-] years old, with a face as gentle as jade but still majestic, was sitting on a chair in the gazebo Fine tea.

The tea in the teacup is very particular, the royal brand West Lake Longjing Mingqian special grade Yushiba, the market circulation price is [-], but this middle-aged man with a warm complexion like jade tastes it as if it were ordinary tea. Can't see any facial expressions.

For those who can live in this courtyard... no, it should be said that they can live in this special and small area, it is a very special symbol in itself.

Perhaps people who regard money as dung in the eyes of ordinary people are considered to be able to live in this area, of course, there are one or two money fans who are considered exceptions.

The Royal Brand West Lake Longjing Mingqian Premium Yushiba, a middle-aged man in a black Confucian robe can taste it like drinking plain water, because although the price of this thing is relatively expensive, it is still easy to get in the market.

Of course, there are even rarer things in his house, eighteen old Longjing imperial tea gardens.

A few years ago, the price of a good Mingqian Longjing was about 5 yuan per catty, which means that the Longjing outside the eighteen trees.

As for these eighteen trees, 400 buds are picked from each tree, and a total of 7200 buds are picked. They can produce about two taels a year. It is no longer possible to talk about prices. It can be said that even if you have money, you can’t buy them. Rare stuff.

This kind of rare stuff is a special agricultural product for special people, and only a small number of people can drink it in the entire Nuo Da Tian Dynasty. It just so happens that the middle-aged man sitting in the gazebo in front of him is one of them.

In fact, this rare thing sounds very precious, and of course it is, but when it arrives in your hand, it does not have such a bright and beautiful packaging as outsiders think. It just picks up a little bit from that place in a film plastic bag, or takes rice paper. Wrap it up for you, the packaging is very unpretentious.

Even for the middle-aged man in black Confucian robe in front of him, he won't get too much. There are better tea leaves on it, such as the mother tree Dahongpao on Wuyi San, but there are only a few of them. Wei and his family's old man can taste it, even he has to stare blankly.

"Homeowner."

At some point, a strong man in a black suit came out from the corner of the yard, knelt down on one knee facing the middle-aged man sitting in the gazebo, bent deeply and lowered his head.

But the middle-aged man didn't seem to hear this sentence, he was still drinking tea, and he put down the teacup after a while, when the bottom of the teacup collided with the table, there was an indiscernible soft sound, and the ears of the strong man in the suit trembled slightly , but heard this sound that is impossible for ordinary people to detect!

When the soft sound disappeared completely, and the middle-aged man in the gazebo didn't turn around, the man in the suit still didn't raise his head, but said in a respectful voice, "Young master is over there recently. It has already begun to take action, and has created literary works that have swept neon, and I took a physical book from over there."

"Go on, I'm listening."

The middle-aged man sitting in the gazebo finally replied, but he didn't have any intention of turning around.

Seeing this scene made Li Dashan heave a sigh of relief, and took out a hardcover book from his arms and put it beside him.

Originally, this book was still not on sale at Neon, but as Li Dashan, it was still very easy to get a copy in advance, and this is also the Chinese version that was quickly printed out there.

He continued to sort out the information collected in the past few days, quickly organized the language, and said: "At the same time, the young master also published his own comics in the weekly jump magazine these days, and it seems that the progress is a bit...not smooth, and currently only The Poison Island family is the same as before, and the other families with a weaker foundation chose to leave separately, and the young master has no intention of pursuing it."

"Well, say hello to Neon, you go down first."

The middle-aged man said lightly, Li Dashan quickly responded, stood up slowly and backed away quietly.

When Li Dashan was about to leave, the middle-aged man called out to stop Li Dashan again, his tone actually carried a hint of uncertainty, "Don't do things too thoroughly, just say hello to warn those who are uneasy It’s fine to share with the person, and this matter, try...don’t let him know..."

"Okay, Master Patriarch."

Li Dashan bowed deeply again, turned around and quietly left the courtyard.

Immediately, the whole yard seemed empty again, and Wang Rendao stood up from the chair on the gazebo. It was a face as gentle as jade but vicissitudes of life. The elegant gentleman mentioned in the book is this type.

Even though Wang Rendao has already entered middle age, except for his slightly gray temples and a slightly vicissitudes of face, he shows no signs of aging at all, and he can be said to be a handsome middle-aged male god.

For the first time, the patriarch of the royal family of the Celestial Dynasty, who had a high status and a high position and authority, actually felt a little weak when walking in this courtyard where no outsiders existed!

After walking a few steps, he bent down and picked up the hardcover book that was put aside. Wang Rendao sat on the steps of the gazebo without any particular attention, not feeling that the steps were dirty at all.

He didn't have the airs that the contemporary patriarch of the Celestial Dynasty royal family should have, and he was not like the Celestial Dynasty Wang Rendao in the eyes of others, but seemed a bit simple.

At this moment, he began to look at the hardcover book in his hand with the yellowish light from the sky. On the cover were written five Chinese characters of "[-] Centimeters per Second". Wang Rendao stretched out his hand and slowly flipped through it.

It wasn't until the night was getting late that he closed the book in his hand, silently looked at the twinkling stars in the east, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Second speed of five centimeters?The child really followed her mother, but he couldn't catch up with her even at a speed of five kilometers per second...

It wasn't until a pretty middle-aged woman came out from the brightly lit room in the yard to call him, that Wang Rendao stood up slowly, flicked the dust off his body, and held the book tightly behind his back. , step by step towards the brightly lit room.

However, Li Dashan, who had just left the courtyard, had already taken the fastest flight to Nihong quietly. He had to come forward to talk to him about some things, and he never thought about whether the other party would agree, because behind him It is the Wang family of the Celestial Dynasty, and the man behind it is the Wang Rendao of the Celestial Dynasty.

(End of this chapter)