"This is thirty taels of silver, I'm sorry to Cheng Brother."

Shi Liang took out thirty taels of silver without any hesitation.

"Um."

Zhang Cheng took the thirty taels of silver, then shouted to the Litang: "The second floor of Tianzi, the second floor, the mountain is a pot of gouqing, I will invite Mr. Shi."

He had to invite this tea, whether Shi Liang drinks it or not.

Otherwise, with his strength and identity, it would be difficult to continue working in this teahouse. This is called duty.

However, in the past, Zhang Cheng invited the most black tea and oolong tea, and most of them were on the tea table on the first floor. However, it was the Tianzi Fang on the second floor, which was the best private room in the Datong Teahouse. The most expensive tea was also the most expensive.

Suddenly, everyone looked at Shi Liang in surprise. Who was that actually made Zhang Cheng do such a move and shouted to slap Shan Gou Qing.

Shi Liang nodded and walked towards the second floor private room.

"Brother Shi, wait for my good news."

Zhang Cheng whispered and left in a hurry.

When they saw Shi Liang walking into the private room, many people on the first floor started to discuss.

"Drain the mountain and gouqing, Acheng must have made a lot of money now."

"Who is that young man? It's such a big deal."

.........

Under the leadership of a friend, Shi Liang came to the Tianzijiao. There were fruit plates on the table of the room and incense was burning in the corner.

Leaning against the window, you can clearly see vendors and pedestrians on the street.

Soon, a guy saluted respectfully and walked into the private room to start making cups, washing tea, and making tea.

After doing all this, I gave a tribute before I was about to leave.

"How could this be a red paper umbrella?"

Shi Liang saw an old red oil-paper umbrella placed next to the incense, which seemed a little out of place.

The guy bowed slightly and replied, "Returning to the guest, this oil-paper umbrella has been left for a long time, and it can provide convenience for the guest, when it is thunderstorm."

"I see."

Shi Liang nodded slightly, then watched the guy leave.

Time flies, and more than an hour has passed without realizing it.

Shi Liang stood up and looked at the crowded market. After watching it for a long time, he felt bored. He turned around and saw a red oil paper umbrella. He couldn't help but pick it up and put it in the palm of his hand to play with it.

Perhaps it has been left for too long, and the red dye on the oil paper umbrella has gradually faded away, and the umbrella bones have become fragmented, as if they have to use light force, they will break.

"Wow!"

The red oil paper umbrella was gently stretched open, and a breeze blew.

Shi Liang beat a chill for no reason.

Loomingly, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl stood under the umbrella.

The girl had her eyebrows cloned and her green eyes looked at her. Although she was young, she had a charming atmosphere. She wore a lilac pleated skirt, revealing her slender white calves. A small bell was hung on the hem of the skirt, making a crisp sound in the wind.

At this moment, the girl looked at him timidly.

The orchid in the valley, the cold wind is measured.

This is a ghost!

"Who are you?"

Shi Liang looked at the girl who came out of nowhere and was shocked, but said calmly.

"Young master, the little girl's name is Wang Ling'er."

When the girl heard this, she looked nervous and hurriedly squatted down and bowed to Shi Liang.

"How did you show up here?"

Shi Liang felt the surroundings were as cold as ice, and the qi and blood in his body seemed to flow slowly, so he knew that the girl in front of him was not simple.

Wang Ling'er's red lips opened lightly, with a gentle aura, "The little woman was originally a singer in Yujing City. She died of illness. For some reason, her ghost did not fall into the underworld, but was banned in this umbrella. Ordinary people have always been unable to see the little girl's ghost, but they did not expect that she would be seen by the young master today."

Yujing City!?

The Yujing City is not many distances from Lizhen. It is said that it takes months for the horses to gallop, and the imperial court's palace newspapers only once a month.

Shi Liang looked at Wang Ling'er and narrowed his eyes slightly.

The girl in front of her seemed to leave half of her speech.

At this moment, footsteps sounded downstairs, and Zhang Cheng ran in with excitement on his face. Without waiting for his seat, he said directly: "Brother, the matter is done. Tonight, the Zuiyue Tower will be completed. Sun Yun and Sun Siwei will come on time. The Zuiyue Tower is a very elegant room. A jar of Yuelu wine for ten years will cost a total of twenty-six taels..."

"Brother Cheng, since I'm doing business, I won't take back the money." Shi Liang waved his hand and said.

Zhang Cheng had already seen Shi Liangkuochuo and was no longer polite at this moment.

He seemed to be unable to see Wang Ling'er at all, and directly explained Sun Yun's origin and identity, as well as some hobbies.

In Li Town, except for the town lieutenant in charge of the yamen, two official forces are divided and governed, one of which is Xuantai Prefecture.

Xuantai Prefecture gathered intelligence, monitored public opinion, and spyed on the daily comments of officials and the people. It had great power and was directly responsible to the court. Not only did the people fear it like a tiger, but the army was waiting for all officials in the court, and the princes and nobles did not dare to provoke it easily, which was quite the shadow of the Jinyiwei in the previous life.

There are many masters in Xuantai Prefecture, and many of the officials directly under Xuantai Prefecture were trained in the prefecture and then moved to various prefectures and towns.

Therefore, Xuantai Prefecture is also known as Yangsi, and is one of the three auxiliary servants of the Human Emperor today.

Compared with Xuantai Mansion, the power of the Yinsi is relatively small, but its strength cannot be underestimated.

Because they are backed by the court, there are many masters in it, especially in recent times, with many ghosts emerging from nowhere, causing turmoil in various places, and the status of the underworld has also risen. In addition, the underworld has absorbed many masters of the sect and is expanding day by day.

There are three lieutenants in the Lizhen Yinsi, of which Chu Heng is the most powerful and powerful. He is all recruited and trained by him, and he is vaguely the first person in the Lizhen Yinsi.

The second Siwei is also very strong, but he is introverted and low-key, rarely communicates with others, and practices wholeheartedly, so he has less information.

The third Siwei is Sun Yun, who is also the person Shi Liang is going to meet this time.

Sun Yun is 87 years old this year. When he was young, he seemed to be a minor official in Xuantai Mansion. Later, because he offended someone, he was transferred to the underworld. This has been happening for more than fifty years.

Apart from practicing and working, this person’s biggest hobby is to go out to drink tea and chat with others, but not many people know his true identity when chatting with others.

It was also because of an accident that Zhang Cheng learned that the old man who often eats tea on weekdays was actually Siwei of the underworld.

"I remember."

Shi Liang nodded and wrote down all Zhang Cheng's words.

Zhang Cheng drank the tea in the cup in one gulp, then looked at the oil-paper umbrella next to the table with some surprise, "Why put this umbrella here?"

Obviously, Zhang Cheng did not see Wang Ling'er who had been standing next to the umbrella.

Shi Liang smiled and said, "I think it looks good, so I will use it to play with it."

Zhang Cheng said indifferently: "This broken oil-paper umbrella should have been replaced long ago. I will greet the shopkeeper later and bring a new one."

"When my family was not yet in decline when my family was in trouble, there was such a red oil-paper umbrella at home." Shi Liang said with emotion.

"Since Aliang likes it, just take the oil-paper umbrella." Zhang Cheng smiled.

"Thank you, Brother Cheng."

Shi Liang looked at Wang Ling'er, who was standing next to the umbrella, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"It's getting late, let's get off now."

Zhang Cheng glanced at the sky outside the window and said with a serious look on his face.
Chapter completed!