Li Luo was a little surprised and smiled and walked up to him and pulled Cheng Xi into the yard, asking:

"Didn't you say that you will be invited to sit in a few days after everything is done? Why did you come today?"

Cheng Xi had a smelly face, but was stunned when he heard this and said strangely:

"When did you say it? I don't know you've moved!"

Li Luo was also stunned when he heard this and couldn't help but look back at Cheng Shi.

Cheng Xi guessed that it was probably Cheng Shi who ate the words.

She looked at Cheng Shi suspiciously:

"Fourth brother, don't you have to go to the yamen today?"

Cheng Shi glanced at Cheng Xi, ignored her, turned to Li Luo and said:

"After you have done it, you will have someone go to the mansion to say something, and you can also send a letter to the yamen."

Li Luo nodded and said ok, and Cheng Shi strode.

Cheng Xi, who was completely ignored, couldn't help but frowned and hummed, then turned to ask Li Luo:

"When did you move, why didn't you come and tell me? I'll bring someone to help you!"

Li Luo invited Cheng Xi into the house and said with a smile:

"A few days ago, my grandfather gradually improved, so I planned to slowly bring the items over. It happened that the Fourth Master Cheng came over yesterday and saw that I had plans to move, so he simply found someone to help him move everything in one go."

Cheng Xi heard the sweat of the head - the people in the Gyeonggi Guard have always been used to the work of raiding houses, so they must have moved very quickly.

She couldn't help but mutter:

"What yamen? This is too idle... What did the fourth brother come here to do yesterday?"

Li Luodao:

"It was said that the last time the calligraphy and paintings were so eye-catching that I wanted to settle for a long time, and asked me if I had any intention." She smiled slightly, "If I wanted, I didn't need to come forward. I just had to hand over the calligraphy and paintings to him."

Cheng Xi couldn't help but laugh:

"Hey! That's the silly Jinduo!"

Li Luo shook his head and poured a glass of water for Cheng Xi:

"No, I heard that it is a business of cultural, calligraphy and painting. I want me to give it a name." She spread out the Chengxintang paper brought by Cheng Shi, "...even the paper and ink were replaced, so today, the Fourth Master Cheng made a special trip to send paper and ink."

Cheng Xi's mind was twisted and couldn't help but say "tsk":

"No business is not a traitor... I used to be a fool!"

She thought about it, but she thought the idea was good.

Li Luo used to risk Li Mei's reputation to create calligraphy and paintings, but later he simply did not make a name for himself. It would be far better to take a mysterious name to fool people - don't everyone like this, the more he doesn't know his true face, the more profound he feels.

According to Cheng Shi, who still thinks money is too hot?

She couldn't help but give Li Luo an idea with great enthusiasm:

"What name do you mean? A layman? Or a son? Or a son? If you don't want to be born, you will be old, and you will be successful!"

Li Luo made her laugh, but she was also eager to try it out.

The two of them gathered together and muttered for half a day. Cheng Xi thought of a bunch of strange names, but in the end he didn't take out a serious one for Li Luo.

She left the supplement and said before leaving:

"When I go back and find someone with knowledge to ask for advice, I will come up with a name that will last forever!"

Li Luo ignored Cheng Xi's poor words and smiled and sent her out.

When he returned to the house, he saw Fu Dong delivering the paper when he was cleaning up the journey, Li Luo said:

"I'll do it. You'll rest if you have nothing to do and keep your head first."

Fu Dong carefully stacked the Chengxintang papers neatly and said:

"I am not so delicate!" She straightened her waist and breathed a sigh of relief, "Miss, is this the kind of Chengxintang paper we saw last time?"

Li Luo nodded and walked to the table and sat down. His fingers gently brushed across the hard, thin and smooth paper surface.

Fu Dong sighed:

"That's something that is worth more than gold... Master Cheng is really willing to do it!"

This is the only paper that is sold instead of a knife, five taels of silver per piece. And a maid like Fu Dong only costs three or five taels of silver per piece.

Li Luo remembered Cheng Shi and threw the paper on the table: he turned around and sold the painting, but he couldn't lose the money!

Did he think that if he could make a stroke, he would not make any mistake? If he was careless, he would be afraid that the whole piece of paper would be ruined.

...I really believe in myself.

But Fu Dong sighed:

"Miss, Master Cheng Si not only dealt with the man surnamed Zhou, but also hired a doctor and an old lady to take care of the master. He is a fifth-rank master, and he also helped you sell calligraphy and paintings, and helped us move. Now he also sent such precious paper and ink... Although he had a bad temper before, he was really a good person!"

Li Luo lowered his eyes and stared at the paper, and suddenly said:

"You go and rest."

Fu Dong wanted to say something, but she looked at Li Luo who was calm and calm, and finally retreated.

Li Luo gently stroked the dark patterns on the paper, closed his eyes and warned himself in his heart.

Waiting for the clearness of the river is unavailable, and the clouds and muddy roads are unavailable.

*

Rong Qian stood in the yard and looked at the carved door that had already fallen off the silk cloth.

Before he was eight years old, he lived in Jinling Mansion. Whenever he went to find his parents, he would run outside the door to call them loudly. Then his mother would come out with a smile, telling him not to be naughty, but his father often called him in the house with a smile.

Emperor Showa ascended the throne when he was eight years old, and the Su family in Jinling also moved into the Chengen Marquis Mansion in the capital when he was eight years old.

Since then, he has stood outside this door every day, watching the doctor in and out with the doctor's back, watching his mother come out from behind the door with a deep sorrow, and whisper to him:

"Qian'er, be good to treat your father better, so we will take you to Xiangguo Temple to play."

His father never got better.

After leaving Beijing at the age of nine, he never returned to this yard.

There was a sound of footsteps behind him, and Pei Lin walked behind Rong Qian and said:

"Master, I'm here to invite you again."

Rong Qian said coldly:

"Has the Marquis woke up?"

Pei Lin couldn't hear his joys and anger, so he had to bite the bullet and said:

"It was sent by Mrs. Hou. He said he wanted you to come over and talk, but he didn't say whether the Marquis was awake."

Pei Lin said, and couldn't help but feel despised.

Yesterday, the Wei family sent someone to invite Rong Qian, saying that Cheng'en Hou Su Jing woke up and wanted to see him. However, after they came back, they were stopped by Su's second wife Yang, saying that Cheng'en Hou had just fallen asleep and asked Rong Qian to see Wei first.

Rong Qian ignored her.

Later they came to invite him a few more times, always asking Rong Qian to see Wei, but he didn't mention whether Chengenhou woke up.

Rong Qian stood quietly for a moment, then suddenly turned around and strode away.

Pei Lin was stunned for a moment and hurriedly followed.

They walked through two yards, but at the second gate they met a young man with white face, with a slightly plump figure and a look of Yang's eyebrows and eyes. He was Su Duo's son Su Pei.

Rong Qian slowed down and stopped.

Su Pei's pale face was covered with a hint of sleepiness and a slight flushing after a hangover, his steps were floating, and his clothes were slightly wrinkled.

When he saw Rong Qian, he was stunned for a moment, and then showed a hint of ridicule:

"Isn't this our prince?" He shook his head and walked to Rong Qian, "What wind has blown you back today? Why, the old guy can't do it anymore? Are you calling you back to be the marquis!"

The smell of alcohol mixed with an inexplicable smell and sprayed straight towards Rong Qian.

Rong Qian lowered his eyes and looked at Su Pei.

The blood is not gorgeous, the essence is refreshing, the smoke is floating, the eyes are not guarding the soul... It is the same as what King Wen looked like after taking Hanshi Powder. Please pay attention to the latest chapters
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