The girl in front of him is pretty, but she is obviously a prostitute, and the mother next to her is an old bustard. Zhang Ning has no interest in this business. In his previous life, he was a very rule-abiding person, but he can also face it calmly.
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Just as he was about to find an excuse to say goodbye, he thought to himself: I came here just to deliver something to Fule Yuan. Now I am looking for an excuse to run away. It will be embarrassing to have to go in after a while. After thinking about it, he said: "To be honest, I
He's from Yunjinpu in Dazhongqiao, and he's here to do some business. Could you please show me where to go? I'm looking for Fang Ling from Linshui Pavilion."
"So you will come even if you don't need to be invited." The woman in a light shirt smiled and said, "You are from Zhang's Yunjin Shop, are you here to give me the screen pattern?"
"Exactly." Zhang Ning said in astonishment, "That girl is Fang Ling?"
The woman in light clothes nodded, looked him up and down, and suddenly said: "You should be that department... Zhang Ping'an?" Zhang Ning said: "It's me, how did Miss Fang know about it?" Fang Ling looked back relaxedly.
At a glance: "Isn't the carriage that just passed by Miss Wang's? The Wang family is considered well-known in the neighborhood. With this guess, I can guess that you are Mr. Ping An, who prides himself on being the best in Yingtian Mansion. No wonder you can recite so well casually.
It's better to be famous than to meet in person. I believe you should be number one in the world."
Zhang Ning hurriedly said: "Don't take it seriously. Miss Fang should have heard about it. Now that I have changed my status, I don't dare to claim to be a genius anymore. I am delivering things to my family. You can take a look first. Is it suitable?"
If so, I'll take the message back and hurry up to weave the screen for Miss Fang."
"You can't just look at it on the street, right? Let's go in and talk." Fang Ling said, "Fu Leyuan is not a dragon's pool and a tiger's den." At this time, Zhang Ning replied happily: "It is better to obey orders than to be respectful, please."
The madam on the side frowned and said, "Master Xu is still waiting." The veiled woman said, "Let him wait. I am not feeling well today."
Zhang Ning bit the bullet and followed into Fule Courtyard. The house he entered was just the tip of the iceberg. Walking up the stairs to the north, Zhang Ning was taken into a suite and walked around a screen embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water.
, Zhang Ning took a look at it, and the pattern was indeed not as refined and classy as the Yun Brocade. Behind it was a bright room like a study, with the wooden windows open, and the sparkling Qinhuai River right in front of him. The location was indeed a good location.
.As for why there is a big bed in the study, that’s all.
"This is a study room, and it is not close to the bustling city. You can only hear the sound of the surging river, which is more suitable for the artistic conception of the inscription." The woman in the veil said with a smile, "If Mr. Ping An is willing to inscribe the inscription and embroider it on the brocade, I will
I am willing to pay ten times the price for it.”
I saw that she had a good appearance, a curvy figure, jade-like skin, delicate make-up without any tackiness, and thin eyebrows as smooth and elegant as distant mountains. At first glance, she was higher-end than ordinary prostitutes, and she was indeed someone who could afford the price.
Don't think that she has a low status. She definitely earns more easily than Zhang Ning or even Zhang Jiujin. As a song goes, "Eight thousand a month is nothing." However, Fang Ling's name is a bit like his real name. He has a surname and a given name.
Yes, it’s not like a stage name like Little Red Spring Flower. If it were your real name, it would be a bit insulting to your family. What kind of serious crime have you committed that you are not allowed to change your name and become a lady?
Zhang Ning muttered in his heart, but he looked dull on his face. He really wasn't quite used to this new identity. He was usually cautious and a bit reluctant to let go. Before traveling through time, he was not a dull person.
Since Fang Ling wanted that poem, it didn't matter. Zhang Ning looked away and said, "Since it's a study, there must be paper and ink, so I'll write down that poem."
Fang Ling said softly, "I am here to serve Mr. Ping An's Wen Mo."
"Don't dare, don't dare." Zhang Ning said casually. Fang Ling was indeed waiting on him, grinding the ink, arranging the paper and inkstone, and dipping the brush into his hand. When he took the pen
He accidentally touched her fingertips and quickly retracted his hand reflexively... Fang Ling pursed his lips and finally stopped laughing, and his cheeks turned slightly red.
After he picked up the pen, it seemed as if electricity suddenly came to his finger. His thoughts came to him and he started writing like flying. Four lines of cursive writing were instantly spread out on the paper. He also thought to himself: Zhang Ning's handwriting was really good. Sure enough, Fang Ling said happily: "
Good words!”
The second half of the sentence was a bit unfamiliar compared to the "familiar" "Life is like the first time we meet". Zhang Ning raised his head and looked out the window and thought for a moment. Unexpectedly, such a casual action was also very strange in Fang Ling's eyes.
Especially. She looked at his side face and felt that he seemed to be caring about the country and the people. The illusion of awe-inspiring righteousness in his demeanor and expression was tinged with a touch of melancholy, which gave Fang Ling a sense of seriousness and stability at such a young age.
, she felt her heart beating again.
Zhang Ning grumbled for a while and then picked up the pen to write. Fang Ling couldn't wait to step forward and read: "It's midnight after the Lishan language... The night rain and the rain will never complain." She felt a hint of fragrance between her words, that was
Mo Xiang, who once hated her own filth, seemed to have been cleansed by the poetry and ink. The dust was blown away by the breeze, and she felt that she had become a young girl with a spring heart.
"How unlucky I am to be blessed by the handsome man in brocade. I wish I could have made a wish that day."
Just when Fang Ling was immersed in the words, he heard Zhang Ning say: "It's finished. Miss Fang, don't you want to take a look at this brocade pattern?"
Fang Ling said softly: "Mr. Ping'an sent it in person. Is there any error? You don't need to read it. But can this poem be..."
"No problem." Zhang Ning nodded cheerfully, thinking that he probably didn't have any intellectual property rights at this time, and he was embarrassed to charge too high a price, so he said, "When the time comes to embroider on the Yun brocade, the extra steps and materials will be calculated.
As for the price, Miss Fang can just send someone to discuss it with the shop."
Fang Ling said: "If the Yun brocade is compared to a dragon, this poem is the finishing touch. The price I paid is not to despise good words, so Mr. Ping An doesn't have to refuse."
Zhang Ning only found it funny in her heart that the business discussion was like this: the merchant wanted a discount, and she had to spend more money as a customer. But she was right. Helping Yunjin Pu earn more money and go back would also reflect her own value.
, the feeling at home these days is really unpleasant, and besides, the sisters are also working hard to make money. He inherited Zhang Ning's identity, and the place he lives in is Zhang Ning's home, but somehow he feels like he is living under someone else's roof.
feelings.
"Okay, Miss Fang meant what she said, but it was disrespectful on the contrary." Zhang Ning showed an unnatural smile, "If you are satisfied with the weaving of the screen, you are welcome to go to Dazhongqiao Yunjin Shop to order it next time if you need it.
"Zhi. The things are done and I don't dare to disturb you too much. I will leave now and Miss Fang will stay."
"Wait a minute!" Fang Ling suddenly called him, and when he stood still again, she pondered for a moment before saying, "I'll put down some more deposits to show my sincerity."
Zhang Ning waved his hand and said: "No need, we operate with integrity and we also believe in Miss Fang's sincerity." Fang Ling insisted: "Yes, the deposit will be deducted during settlement anyway... How about Mr. Ping An sit down for a while?"
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Zhang Ning: "..."
"Sit down for a while and I'll get some money for you." Fang Ling said with a smile, a slight dimple appeared on the left side of his face. When Zhang Ning saw this, he thought to himself: What a beauty. But when he thought of her identity, he thought: a
Behind every attractive woman there are men who make her want to vomit.
Fang Ling turned around and walked out. After a while, she came back and brought out a silver ingot and put it on the coffee table. Zhang Ning picked it up rudely and looked at it. He was indeed very curious about the appearance of the silver ingot at this time. He looked at it while
Ask, "How much is this?"
Fang Ling was surprised and smiled: "Five Liang, there is no lead in it."
"Five taels..." Zhang Ning's mind was crackling with calculations. This seemed to be an occupational disease brought about by his previous life, and he was sensitive to the amount of currency. According to the price of grain, one tael of silver was equivalent to six hundred yuan, and five taels was equivalent to three thousand yuan. In ancient times,
The material richness of the country is far less than that of modern times. In fact, five taels is definitely more than three thousand yuan. Zhang Ning thought to himself that the deposit for a piece of brocade for a screen is three thousand yuan. How much is that piece of cloth worth? Such expensive things sold at home should be
Quite exciting, right?
Zhang Ning put down the money and said, "I...ahem...have to write a receipt."
"Mr. Ping An..." Fang Ling held his arm nervously, as if he was a man made of glass, "Is it important?" Zhang Ning said hurriedly: "It doesn't matter, no, I was in prison a few days ago.
He was severely beaten, and there may be some hidden injuries." Fang Ling couldn't bear to break up and reached out to lift up his lining collar, but there was no external injury. He still said distressedly: "Where are the injuries, let me see quickly. Why are they there?
Want to beat you like this?"
Although many people have heard about the case, Zhang Ning felt that it was not that simple, so he did not want to talk more for the sake of caution. He just mentioned that being beaten was because of a slip of the tongue, so he was evasive. Unexpectedly, Fang Ling saw the mystery and listened.
She said, "Mr. Ping An can't trust me."
Zhang Ning thought: This girl seems to have a good impression of him, but we have only known each other for a long time, so it is normal to have reservations when talking to each other, right? Moreover, they have seen all kinds of people in this industry, so they should be more worldly; but now they have to talk to themselves
Talking about sensitive things makes people a little confused.
After thinking about it, he didn't want to explain too much.
Fang Ling said sadly: "My surname is Fang, which is my real name. I have no intention of making friends with you just for fun."
"Fang...ahem...descendants of Fang Xiaoru?!" Suddenly an idea came to Zhang Ning's mind.
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