When Sun Feng walked into Cuiliu Pavilion, he was still confused.

It’s not because of the surrounding Yingying Yanyan, but because he has never been to this place before. With his salary and treatment, he doesn’t dare to enter even the gate of Pingkangfang, not to mention Cuiliu Pavilion.

Where is Pingkangfang? Anyone who is familiar with Chang'an knows that this is the largest sales vault in Chang'an, and everything you want and you can't imagine.

However, Wang Chang and Wang Yi were walking like the wind. Although the consumption of Pingkangfang was divided into three or six levels, the ranking of Cuiliu Pavilion was already enough to be ranked third. Wang Chang dared to come, but once he came, he had to tighten his belt for a month, which was not worth it.

When the two came in, someone had been waiting in the hall for a long time. Before Wang Chang could blow the willows and brush the flowers, they were taken to the private room on the third floor by a sister.

As soon as the door was opened, I saw a middle-aged man kneeling on the table full of wine and food, wearing a row of mustache, with long and narrow eyes and white and rosy face. He was squinting his eyes to look at them.

When Wang Chang saw this person, his original thoughts of looking for flowers and asking for the willows instantly cooled down and he hurriedly worshiped: "Little nephew Wang Chang, pay homage to Uncle Thirteen."

The middle-aged man glanced at Wang Chang and waved his right hand to the side, as if a grain of dust was bounced away. Before Wang Chang could get up and bow down, he saw the sister who led the way coming up, sneered, and pulled his arm out.

Seeing this, Sun Feng's heart was thrilled, and his forehead was sweating profusely. He knew this person, although he only knew his name, but he did not expect that the boss of Pingkang Bookstore was also him.

Wang Yuan, the head of the Wang family in Chang'an, Taiyuan, was the head of Wannian County. All the business of the Wang family in Wannian County in Taiyuan was managed by him. Even when the county magistrate Changsun Ping met, he had to be polite. You must know that Changsun Ping was a figure commensurate with the cousins ​​of Empress Changsun and Changsun Wuji.

"Liar, villain Sun Feng, I have met the king's affairs." Sun Feng was humble and bowed his head and knees.

"Yeah." Wang Yuan was very satisfied, nodded, pointed to the seat opposite Hu's table, and signaled Sun Feng to sit down.

Sun Feng didn't dare to sit, but he didn't dare to refuse.

After taking the seat, Wang Yuan poured a glass of wine on his own, took a sip, and then said, "Tell me about the talk book."

Sun Feng hurriedly said, "Tell the king that the story of "Zhiyin" was brought by a land area called Xiagou Village about twenty miles north of Chang'an. The person who delivered the book was named Xi Yunfei. He was a 14 or 15-year-old young man, but......"

"Hmm?" Seeing Sun Feng stop, Wang Yuan frowned slightly.

Sun Feng swallowed his saliva and continued, "The villain went to pick up goods that day, and the goods from the Wei Mansion were also sent to the palace. In addition, the villain also saw the seventh lady of the Cheng family there."

Wang Yuan closed his eyes and murmured softly: "Wei Zheng, Cheng Yaojin, have you actually contacted the royal family?"

The voice was not small, but Sun Feng heard it clearly. Seeing that Wang Yuan didn't say anything, he said again: "It's true that those trucks of goods were sent directly to Shangshi Bureau by villains. The receptionist also said that the saint was anxious to wait for the kimchi and almost called someone to urge him."

Wang Yuan raised his eyelids lightly, with a puzzled face: "Kimchi?"

"That's right." Sun Feng wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, and then said: "The goods that the little man went to Xiagou Village yesterday were all pickled. It costs 30 cents a small can. Wei's mansion bought two hundred cans and 300 cans were sent in the palace."

Wang Yuan continued to close his eyes and thought for a moment, staring at Sun Feng and said, "I remember tomorrow is the day when the book is released. You seem to have to go there, so I will bring some kimchi for me."

Sun Feng was stunned when he heard this, secretly glanced at Wang Yuan, and saw that he was also staring at him. He hurriedly lowered his head and responded, "Yes, yes, the villain will do whatever he wants."

"Yeah." Wang Yuan did not continue to say anything else, and reached out to support the table and stood up. He walked slowly to Sun Feng's side, saying, "Let's stay in Cuiliu Pavilion tonight, don't work too hard and miss me."

After saying that, he walked out of the wing room, leaving Sun Feng, who was already covered in sweat.

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After Wang Yuan walked out of the door, he paused in place. His narrow eyes opened slightly, and a ray of light flashed by. He turned left, and he was not going downstairs, but walking deep into the corridor.

At the entrance of the stairs, a servant who was welcoming and seeing him glanced at Wang Yuan's back, smiled at the guests passing by, and led the guests who had finished their work downstairs.

At the door, the servant who sent the guests away did not return to the third floor, but walked to the backyard of Cuiliu Pavilion, stopped in front of a dilapidated room, leaned against the door panel, and said, "The eagle fell in love with the peaches in the monkey's mouth, which is new."

Scream~

The door of the room opened, and a sloppy old man with gray hair walked out with a lantern, looked at the sky, and said, "Today's firewood is broken, I still have to go back to take care of my grandson. Please inform Sister Yan when I look back."

The servant nodded and watched the old man leave.

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On the side of Wang Yuan, when he walked to the depths of the corridor, there was only one door. Without hesitation, he pushed the door open and entered. There was an ancient women's boudoir inside. The room was very large and divided into inner and outer rooms, inner and deep rooms, outer rooms were study rooms and tea tables.

Wang Yuan walked to the tea table and sat down, closed his eyes and rested.

After a moment, footsteps came from the corridor outside the room, and then a gust of fragrant wind poured in. A young woman dressed in wealth and was different from her appearance outside. She looked nervous and stood respectfully in front of Wang Yuan waiting for her appointment.

Wang Yuan was playing with the teacup in his hand, and after a long time, he spoke: "I sent someone to condom Sun Feng's mouth. This matter reveals something strange. The paper cannot be made by a little farmer."

The woman nodded: "Don't worry, Yan'er is the best at this, so she will not let the boss down."

"Yeah." Wang Yuan responded in a nasal voice, or thought of something, raised his eyes and said, "Is the new young man trained well?"

"I'm much more honest. That brother is her life. As long as the little guy lives comfortably, that girl will do anything."

Wang Yuan didn't say anything, and knocked his index finger twice on the mouth of the teacup, saying, "Send her and give her a reasonable identity."

The woman was stunned when she heard this, her eyes a little reluctant, but she did not dare to resist Wang Yuan, so she could only nod and said, "Yes."

"Yeah." Wang Yuan looked up at her: "This Cuiliu Pavilion has been in your hands for three years. Your talent is not bad, but your mind is too narrow and your vision is too limited. You can read more books if you have nothing to do. Don't hook up with those lusty people all day long. Over time, you will become a useless person."

The woman dodged her eyes and hurriedly lowered her head: "Yan'er was wrong. Thank you for reminding me. Yan'er must devote herself to learning and become a person who is useful to the master and the master's family, and live up to the master's expectations."

"Master's family?" Wang Yuan raised his eyelids and stared at the woman.

"No, no, Yan'er didn't mean that. Yan'er was only loyal to the master, and Yan'er was only loyal to the master."

Perhaps the woman was remedial in time, Wang Yuan squinted his eyes again. The veins of the right hand that was originally holding the teacup were exposed, but it gradually calmed down at this time. He raised his eyes and looked eastward, and Wang Yuan's eight characters had to shake gently.
Chapter completed!