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Chapter 161 Super Luxurious Carriage

"It's not embarrassing to return the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting!"

Xiao Lan snorted, it still remembered the last time Mu Luo taught Hua Ya to draw orchids, she drew a few circles and made it into a flower, and she was complacent and thought that she was quite talented.Fortunately, Mu Luo was hypocritical and didn't hit her directly.If she had met a man with a poisonous tongue like Ji Qiancheng back then, she would have been humiliated beyond recognition!

Hua Ya ignored Xiao Lan, walked into a carriage shop on her own, wiped the sweat from her brow, and asked the boss: "Do you have any super luxurious carriages here? Rent one for me."

"Yes, but the price is a little bit more expensive. I wonder where the girl is going?"

The boss poked his head out of the counter and looked at Hua Ya. The girl in front of him was dressed in shabby clothes, and she really didn't look like a rich man who could afford a luxury carriage.

Recently, there have been more and more local ruffians riding in Bawang cars, so he has to be more careful!
"The price is negotiable!" Hua Ya took out a 100 tael silver ticket from Li Qingchong's purse and waved it in front of the boss's eyes, "I'm going to Baiye Town, and I'm leaving now. Arrange a stable driver for me. The body is weak and cannot withstand the bumps."

"Okay, okay!" The boss was relieved when he saw the bank note, and quickly waved for a driver.

Not long after, Hua Ya got into the carriage. She lay down in the carriage covered with soft brocade and sighed comfortably.

Xiaolan is telling the story of his previous experience with Huaya to Niaoniao, and Niaoniao listens attentively and listens with gusto.

There were questions and answers, chatting happily, Hua Ya listened to it and fell asleep in a daze.

In the dream, it seems that I have returned to the old mansion again. The messy study room is full of messy books. A little girl in her teens is sleeping on the table. The Book of Songs under the pillow.

"Huahua, Huahua!" a voice called her excitedly.

"What are you doing?" The little girl rubbed her eyes, sleepy.

"Do you think this flower is very beautiful?"

A painting floated over and stopped in mid-air. On the painting was a beautiful flower field. The moonlight was shining down softly, and the petals were rippling with crystal clear dew, as if there was a light breeze blowing the flower field. It was as picturesque as a poem. .

(End of this chapter)