Walking on the street, Jinxiu's steps were brisk, with a leisurely and gentle smile on the corner of her mouth, and the whole person seemed to exude brilliance, attracting the people around her to look at her, but Jinxiu was unaware, seemingly slow but out of the crowd after a few flashes. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Looking at the fur shop in front of him, Jinxiu raised his feet and walked in, the shop was not as clean as last time, Han Yin sat on a stool next to him and read a book with relish, but I don't know if it was the illusion of Jinxiu, this elegant scholar didn't seem to be in a good mood now. And on the chair not far away sat a sick man, although he didn't look confused, but the complexion and the figure of coughing from time to time showed the weakness of the body, as if he could drive the crane west at any time, although the face had the beauty of his youth, it was difficult to hide the erosion of the years, and the thin body added a bit of a feeling like the wind blowing the willows to this originally dignified man. And on the counter sat a woman with a face full of flesh, the woman was wearing a bright red shirt, but the clothes that should have been beautiful for all generations were worn by the woman with a vulgar fat powder, and the face that was round like a flatbread was red and white, painted colorfully, and sat on the top with a big grin, as if she was the owner of the shop, and Jinxiu was not curious about this, she came here just to get the cloak.

"I'll get the cloak!" broke the silence in the room, and Jinxiu said lightly.

"Girl, is that you?" Han Yin raised his head from the book, his eyebrows were originally slightly frowned, and he couldn't help but feel a little relieved when he saw Jinxiu.

Jinxiu didn't say anything, just nodded without being salty, and saw the young man take a step forward and walk towards the inside. But the woman sitting at the counter rolled her eyes in disgust, looked at the figure of the young man walking by, and said without hesitation, "Death Star!"

For the word mourning star. Jinxiu is very sensitive, and it was because of this that she had a dispute with Wu's eldest daughter-in-law, but one stood here with a good dignity, and the other spent dark days in prison.

Jinxiu just frowned and didn't say anything, of course, she didn't like to get involved in inconsequential things.

"Girl, your cloak!" The young man's face was flushed, holding a package in his hand, when the young man opened the package, he saw that there was a very flat cloak inside, dark and shiny fur, as if the animal was still alive and just sleeping, Jinxiu smiled with satisfaction, his eyebrows and eyes were soft, and Han Yin's heart was beating wildly.

"That's the remaining twenty-five taels. Jinxiu took out her purse, counted out twenty-five taels, and put it in the young man's hand, but she didn't expect a snarky voice behind her.

"How can it be twenty-five taels, this is a high-grade black fox skin, how can it only be worth these silver coins. Jinxiu pursed her lips, listening to the woman's hurried footsteps, and could not hide her sarcasm.

"Is it you, ah? Are you looking for it?" the woman shouted at the top of her voice, ran to Han Yin's side in three or two steps, and shook Han Yin's shoulder.

And the young man, his face was pale, and there was still this annoyance between his eyebrows, and he knew by looking at his appearance that he didn't know how many times he had used this one.

"You say, talk, what kind of dumb are you pretending, where did you hide the money, don't put that high appearance on the old lady, if it weren't for the old lady for you to study, how could you have such a sanctimonious appearance. The woman was pulling Han Yin's front placket and shaking, her face was full of fierceness, and her eyes were full of madness, hideousness, and greed that could not be concealed.