Chapter 92: The Night is Dark and the Storm Is High
Yan Yinli clasped his fists and said, "My brother is indeed reckless. Please forgive me, the Pavilion Master. If the Pavilion Master doesn't believe it, you can go to Zhennan Prince's Mansion to get it."
The master of Xiaoyao Pavilion smiled and said: "Prince Zhennan, I have admired you for a long time."
"In this case, these 41,000 taels are lent to you by Xiaoyao Pavilion," Xiaoyao Pavilion Master said thoughtfully. Since he is with Prince Zhennan, maybe he is a member of the royal family. Thinking of this, Xiaoyao Pavilion Master
I didn't want to argue any more, just to give the King of Zhennan some face.
Zhu Ziming smiled and said: "Thank you very much, Master."
It turned out that he was the prince of Zhennan. Everyone was surprised and suddenly realized that this prince of Yan was the direct disciple of the leader of Huoyun Sect. Even if the master of Xiaoyao Pavilion did not consider the face of King Zhennan, he still had to give some points to the leader of Huoyun Sect.
Thin noodles.
Yuntianqiu snorted, and with Yan Yinli stepping in to protect him, this kid could be considered lucky today.
Crown Prince? Jin Buer glanced at Yan Yinli, but he didn't expect that the person next to Mr. Zhu was actually a Crown Prince. Could it be that he was related to the royal family?
Beating the golden abacus, Jin Buer thought about whether to curry favor with Prince Yan and the mysterious Mr. Zhu beside him. After all, Jin Buer knew in his heart that he and Yun Tianchou had never been on good terms, and the two of them had a grudge against Yun Tianchou.
Why not join forces to resist Yun Tianqiu?
"But what about the reward?" Xiaoyao Pavilion Master said coquettishly: "It's one thousand taels per day!"
One thousand taels! Zhu Ziming was stunned. This is the academy’s income for one day. Forget about grabbing the money...
However, this thousand taels is a drop in the bucket for Xiaoyao Pavilion. Looking at his shocked expression, the master of Xiaoyao Pavilion secretly snickered, don't you like to call him one thousand taels?
Yan Yinli did not refuse and said: "One thousand taels is one thousand taels. May I ask the master of the pavilion, how many days will Xiaoyao Pavilion stay in Lingyun?"
Even though these tens of thousands taels are nothing, Xiaoyao Pavilion Master always follows the rules and will not make an exception for Zhu Ziming. Therefore, Xiaoyao Pavilion Master will definitely ask Zhu Ziming to pay back the money.
Tomorrow... Yan Yinli is slightly troubled. Even if he empties the Prince's Mansion, he still won't be able to collect the 41,100 taels. It seems that he has to go back to the Prince's Mansion to get the money, but the Prince's Mansion is in Hengzhou, and there is at least one coming and going.
It will also take two days.
Yan Yinli asked: "Pavilion Master, we won't be able to raise so much money before tomorrow. Can you please extend it for a few days?"
The prince of Zhennan Prince belongs to Hengzhou, but how could he have any wealth in Lingyun City? All he had on hand was some monthly salary given to him by King Zhennan. The master of Xiaoyao Pavilion smiled calmly and said: "Okay, I will see you in a few days.
Xiaoyao Pavilion will arrive in Yancheng, and then you will send the money."
Yancheng! When Zhu Ziming heard this name, he suddenly felt familiar. As he rolled his eyes, he suddenly thought of Yancheng Poetry Club!
The Yancheng Poetry Festival will be held in a few days. Could it be that Xiaoyao Pavilion is also going to join in the fun? Zhu Ziming smiled. It was a coincidence. He was already ready to go to Yancheng, and Xiaoyao Pavilion was also going, so he just needed the money.
It's very convenient to return it to her.
Zhu Ziming smiled and said: "In this case, I will deliver the banknote when the time comes."
Xiaoyao Pavilion Master nodded, said nothing more, and smiled charmingly: "Today's auction has come to an end. Thank you for your appreciation."
"Pavilion Master, you're welcome," everyone said with smiles and clasped their fists. Many people got the treasures they wanted. They were so happy that they were ready to go back to the mansion to study the treasures.
Seeing their excitement, the master of Xiaoyao Pavilion didn't stay much. For a while, the noisy Xiaoyao Pavilion people left to cool down their tea, and it was very deserted.
Zhu Ziming and Yan Yinli returned to their respective mansions, but Zhu Ziming was not nagged by Prince Yan on the way. After all, no genuine item of this mysterious bamboo slip had ever appeared. Zhu Ziming bought it without money and had to pay The remuneration for the loan was really a huge loss. Yan Yinli had the attitude of hating iron for not being able to make steel, and he said a lot of things painstakingly.
As for many things, Zhu Ziming couldn't say much and could only laugh and say nothing. But this bamboo brief was a fake and he had to cry without tears.
With a troubled heart, Zhu Ziming quickly returned to Shen's Mansion. When he got into the garden in front of the wing, he saw a figure flashing in the corner of the garden.
It was already a dark and windy night, and a bright moon hung high in the starry sky. The gentle summer breeze seemed very cool at night. A petite figure sat on a stone bench in the garden, clasping his little head and looking at Sky.
Zhu Ziming took a closer look, looking at the thin shoulders and exquisite cheeks. It was his sister-in-law Lin Zhiyun. Why was she sitting here alone so late...
"Zhiyun..." Zhu Ziming called softly.
Lin Zhiyun stared blankly at the twinkling stars, with a faint sparkle in the corners of her eyes. Suddenly she heard a voice behind her, and her delicate body trembled, feeling that the voice was very familiar.
"Cousin-in-law!" Lin Zhiyun stood up in shame, turned around, looked at him and said: "Cousin-in-law, why did you come back just now?"
Zhu Ziming saw that her pretty face was still full of tears, and her pitiful appearance made him feel pity. He said softly: "Well, there are some things to take care of in the academy, so I came back a little late."
Xiao Nizi is innocent and cute, and doesn't understand many things. If Zhu Ziming told the truth, she wouldn't understand either, so she made up a lie.
Lin Zhiyun could feel the pity in her cousin-in-law's eyes, and quickly understood what was going on. She wiped away the tears on her face, and a forced smile appeared on her lips: "Brother-in-law, you are really busy and don't have time to spend time with your cousin." Already."
Miss Shen... Zhu Ziming showed a wry smile. He was so ambiguous with her last time and almost didn't deal with her. But afterwards, Miss Shen had a cold war with him again and didn't speak to her for several days.
No wonder, after all the things before this last step have been done, can the conservative Shen Bixin not be angry? Zhu Ziming smiled and said: "I want to accompany you, but your cousin doesn't agree."
"How could it be?" Xiao Nizi said innocently, "My cousin is much better than before, and she is even more kind to my brother-in-law."
In the past, Miss Shen always kept a straight face. Although she often quarreled with herself, this was like flirting between a young couple. It was very interesting. Zhu Ziming secretly thought that this girl was really treating him much better than before.
Zhu Ziming said scoundrelly: "Your cousin is not vicious, but I am very scared..."
"Pfft..." Lin Zhiyun burst into tears and laughed, and said angrily: "What's the matter? It's your cousin who has been in love all day."
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