An oil lamp flickered.
Zhao An and the old woman sat face to face, while Jiu Yin stood aside and said nothing.
The old woman handed over a cup of tea and said with a smile: "Young man, I know that you have many questions in your mind, but the person who can answer your questions is not me."
"Senior, who painted that painting in your inn?"
Zhao An was very anxious. Why didn't she answer the question? Was she afraid?
The old woman fell silent and stared at the water in the cup without moving. Just when Zhao An was getting impatient, she spoke, "Young man, you said you invented charcoal drawing?"
"I am sure!"
Zhao An is very sure that he is a time traveler. Only time travelers can draw charcoal sketches and recite so many handed down works. So there was still a time traveler a hundred years ago?
The old woman's dried face was filled with a gentle smile, as if she was reminiscing about a nostalgic dream.
Xu Ruqing couldn't help but said, "Senior, do you have any difficulties? Why don't you tell us, maybe we can help."
"That painting skill did appear, but it's not important now. If you two are interested, you might as well reserve two coffins here. They will be needed sooner or later."
The old woman smiled faintly, as if she was talking about something very common.
Zhao An was a little dumbfounded. He came to ask her for advice with good intentions, but she ignored him in every possible way and actually sold coffins. It was a long time since he was alive.
cut!
If you don't say it, don't say it. Kill Chen first, and then the secrets will be revealed by yourself!
Zhao An glared at the old woman and walked away.
Xu Ruqing opened her mouth, sighed helplessly and went out.
The old woman said coldly: "Little girl, I think you are going to suffer a bloody disaster, so you might as well order a pair of supplies for your longevity to be prepared."
"The little girl has thanked the elders, but the little girl thinks she is extraordinary and cannot die, so she doesn't want this longevity gift."
Xu Ruqing stopped talking nonsense and quickened her pace to leave the Ninth World Hall.
Return to Tianshuiyuan.
Zhao An was filled with anger.
Xu Ruqing comforted him, "The old man is not telling me now. He must be worried, or the time has not come yet. You might as well be patient and wait. Sooner or later, she will tell you everything."
"My destiny is up to me. No matter what conspiracy or plan, no one can stop me."
After Zhao An finished speaking, he went back to his room to sleep.
Jiuyin came to Xu Ruqing's side and said: "There is something strange about that old senior. She is a powerful grandmaster, but with that kind of strength, she opens a longevity food shop opposite Tianshui Yuan. No matter how she looks, she looks like she is staring at Mr."
"I think so too, maybe she is an old acquaintance of sir."
Xu Ruqing smiled bitterly for a while, took one last look at the dim sky, and returned to the room.
The new salt and new paper business in Beijing is in full swing.
The aristocratic family broke through the threshold of the Duke's Mansion and asked for help, but Chen Guogong released the news to the outside world that the new salt would benefit the country and the people, and no one was allowed to stop the sale of the new salt.
After hearing this, the aristocratic family beat their chests and stamped their feet, secretly greeting the eighteenth generation of the Chen family's ancestors.
That was not what Mrs. Chen said when they took the money to show their respect.
However, now that Mr. Chen is giving a platform to the new salt business, no matter how unhappy I feel, I have to suppress this anger.
In Yunlan Pavilion, the disciples of the Southern Saint Sect sighed.
The Cui family presided over the sale of new paper, and the high-quality and low-price paper gained the popularity of Beishengmen, and they were only jealous.
They don't understand that papermaking has been passed down to this day. During this period, countless skilled craftsmen have succeeded, but no new papermaking technology has been developed. Now it is mastered by the Cui family.
Zhou Ying said: "Grandpa, is there a possibility that Mr. Zhou provided the papermaking technology?"
Zhou Miao's old face was full of bitterness. Even if Mr. Zhou helped, they could only watch helplessly.
"What are you afraid of? I will kill him then!"
Zhou Qing held the scabbard with murderous intent.
Zhou Ying held her forehead and said: "You shouldn't compete with Mr. Zhou. If you kill him, how will the world view you? Our Zhou family will be in the spotlight. Don't you see that he is irritating you!"
"He didn't join the Northern Saint Sect. He is just a lonely man. So what if he is killed? We can't just watch him help the Cui family against us!"
Zhou Qing's attitude was very determined.
An elder of the Zhou family couldn't help but said: "Actually, we should win over Mr. Zhou. If he relents, maybe we can get a share of the pie."
"Easier said than done."
Zhou Miao also wanted to have a good relationship with Zhao An, but the relationship between the two parties has been neither salty nor weak since entering Beijing until now, and Mr. Zhou is obviously leaning towards the Cui family, so extending an olive branch is not popular and is just a laughing stock.
"Why not turn to His Highness Prince Ning for help? It is said that Prince Ning has a close relationship with Mr. Zhou and is a frequent visitor to the Tianshui Academy Literary Society. With his mediation, he will definitely be able to turn things around."
The clan elder gave an idea, then his eyes fell on Zhou Ying, and he said with a smile: "As the most talented woman in the world, Miss Xu is devoted to that gentleman. If Miss Xu is willing to condescend, the predicament of our Zhou family will definitely be solved. "
"Second Master, what did you say!"
Zhou Ying was startled.
This old guy actually asked her to recommend herself as a pillow!
joke!
She is the pearl of the dignified Nanshengmen, and her pursuers are like crucian carp crossing the river.
Zhao An is very talented, but he is arrogant and arrogant, and she doesn't like it!
"Grandpa, please say something." Zhou Ying was a little anxious, but Zhou Miao lowered her face and said nothing.
In the face of the everlasting prosperity of the Zhou family, the character of the scholars and the aloofness of the holy sect seem not to be so important.
Zhou Ying's heart suddenly sank when she saw this, and she cried out: "Grandpa, are you going to use Ying'er's future to win over that bastard?"
"Ying'er, you know the Zhou family's situation better than I do. Grandpa won't force you."
Zhou Miao sighed and left the living room.
Seeing this, the elder of the clan continued to encourage: "Girl, Zhou Huang is an all-rounder, and he is very suitable for you. Moreover, if there is paper, our South Saint Sect will definitely rise. Otherwise, it will be delayed by the sun and the moon, and the North Saint Sect will become the dominant family. By then, the Zhou family will be in danger." That's right. As a pearl, you should think about your family."
The words seemed sincere, but Zhou Ying was in danger of swearing.
There are many women in the Zhou family, and there are many talented ones. Why choose her alone?
The banquet broke up unhappy.
Zhou Qing patted Zhou Ying on the shoulder, "Sister, please relax, my brother won't let you please that bastard. I'm going to visit Prince Ning right now and I'll definitely be able to come up with an idea."
After saying that, Zhou Qing hurried away.
Zhou Ying returned to her boudoir upset, and there were several of Mr. Zhou's masterpieces on the table.
"I have been playing around since the Ming Dynasty, climbing to the terrace for entertainment, seeing the vastness of the Taifu, and observing the camp of Shengde..."
Looking at the gorgeous Bronze Bird Table Fu, Zhou Ying's anxious heart gradually calmed down.
This was the first two days of the literary conference. Zhou Huang talked about the unknown "History of the Three Kingdoms" and composed poems casually. The beauty of his rhetoric and the exquisiteness of his words were breathtaking.
Such talent and affection moved Gu Shuojin. Not to mention her and Xu Ruqing, even Cui Wengong and her father were far behind. They were well-deserved new saints.
