There are countless alleys in Shangjing, but in the past two years, Wuzhai Mao'er Hutong has become very popular. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info You ask me why? Because there is a unique Mobao Zhai in that alley!

What do you say this Mobao Zhai is for? Doesn't it sound like a literati who sells calligraphy, paintings, and poems, and is there still a shortage of such talents in the capital? If you want to say that, then you can say that you are right! There is really no second Mobao Zhai in the capital!

"Hey, hey, hey, what to squeeze, our young master came to line up early in the morning, when you come, you will squeeze to the front, do you understand the rules. A servant dressed in gray and another shoved and shouted.

"What kind of rules? My little marquis is willing to condescend here, this is a great gift, and there are more people in Beijing who are rushing to see our little marquis. ”

In the midst of the noise, the door of Mobaozhai creaked open, and everyone who was originally noisy was silenced and closed their mouths at this moment. Mo Baozhai's junior second child had long been surprised by this, and while yawning, he moved the other door panels next to him.

This is where the day of Mobao Zhai begins!

The people who were originally crowded at the door of Mobaozhai all showed good quality at this time, and they all rushed to the humility, which made Mobaozhai's junior two watch a good joke.

The store is not large, only one floor, and the crowd flocked to fill a small shop. The little two didn't greet the guests, and took a nap behind the counter. After a while, a small snoring sound was heard.

But everyone who entered the store consciously relaxed their steps at this time, lest they startle the sleeping one. It's really weird.

Passing through the lobby of Mobaozhai, there is a small backyard, and next to the wall is the small courtyard where Shao Xiuwen lives daily. Mobaozhai is an industry under Shao Xiuwen's hands. It's just that unlike other people's homes, the calligraphy, paintings and poems sold by Mobaozhai are all from Shao Xiuwen's hands.

Shao Xiuwen was sitting on the stone bench in the small courtyard at this time, holding a book and reading it with relish. The rising sun in the morning sprinkled into the courtyard, adding a golden color to the courtyard. The man was dressed in a robe with a white background of bamboo, and he was unprovoked. Just as the little guy stepped forward to pay attention to the important matter, the man raised his head, raised his eyebrows slightly, and a graceful face appeared.

"Young master, there's a commotion again. The little guy respectfully bowed his head and stood aside and made a calm statement. This kind of thing has to happen every time Mobao Zhai is new, and over time, these subordinates of the Shao family are used to it.

"Let them go. Shao Xiuwen said casually without raising his head. After a pause, he instructed the little servant: "You go to the front to tell the troublemakers, and confiscate their posts next time they enter Mobaozhai." ”

"Yes!" the little guy respectfully agreed, turned around and went to the front to convey. Or the young master's clever trick, now, those children of powerful families are proud of receiving the invitation from Mo Bao Zhai, the young master's hand, which is equivalent to wiping their face alive, and in the future, in the capital, they will have to suffer the shame of other sons.

The lobby in front of me, which was originally a little noisy, fell silent after listening to the words conveyed by the little maid. What's more, he quietly moved his steps a few steps away from the trouble, and his eyes also clearly revealed sympathy.

In the small courtyard, Zhu Yao stood under the corridor and sighed, and said quietly: "Why should Lang Jun ......?"

Shao Xiuwen glanced at her but still buried his head in the book, as if he didn't see Zhu Yao. Zhu Yao's eyes gradually condensed a clear spring, and he didn't speak, just silently looked at Shao Xiuwen's direction. That Shao Xiuwen finally put down the book, walked in the direction of Zhu Yao, raised his hand and gently wiped away the tears on her face, and sighed helplessly: "What should I do with you......"

Zhu Yao pouted secretly from an angle that he couldn't see, this is really not her style! This habit of shedding tears at every turn is really not her personality, she is also very depressed when she meets such a sentimental original owner!

In the evening, Zhu Yao lay in the painting scroll and silently thought about the plot of this mission.

This time, the identity she passed through became a painting, and I don't know what kind of chance this painting got to give birth to the soul of painting, so Zhu Yao was able to leave the painting scroll to move freely during the day.

The target of this strategy is Shao Xiuwen, the owner who created this painting! The Shao family was originally a big family, but it gradually declined in the change of dynasties. So far, in Shao Xiuwen's generation, there is only one child left, Shao Xiuwen. And Shao Xiuwen's parents also died of a plague on the way to the capital.

In Shao Xiuwen's previous life, he also opened such a Mobao Zhai. And with the relationship of Mo Bao Zhai, he got to know many people with heads and faces in the capital, and it can be said that he is prosperous.

But no one expected that one day Shao Xiuwen's body was suddenly found dead in his room. There was no trace of murder at the scene, Shao Xiuwen was lying on the bed, the corners of his mouth were smiling, as if he was just asleep.

His last life came to an abrupt end here, as if a song that was playing had suddenly been cut off. No one knows how he died, and even the system doesn't explain too much.

Zhu Yao sighed faintly, she had been in this world for nearly a month. In this month, Shao Xiuwen has not been out once, except for occasionally going to the shop in front of him, his life is very simple. Drawing, reading, eating, sleeping, and this person's life is very regular, sometimes it even makes Zhu Yao feel that his life is too regular, as if he is a robot, moving towards a predetermined program.

Zhu Yao frowned, always feeling that this Shao Xiuwen had some secrets that she didn't know.

And what bothers her the most is that the relationship with Shao Xiuwen has been tepid, and there is nowhere to burn if she wants to warm up. He is also very good to Zhu Yao, but that kind of goodness is different from the love between men and women, which Zhu Yao can feel. There is another thing that also bothers her, that is, this Shao Xiuwen sometimes shows that he is afraid of her.

Thinking about it, a wave of sleepiness hit her, and Zhu Yao completely fell asleep.

The evening breeze blew the locust trees in the small courtyard, and the leaves made bursts of sizzling sounds, and vaguely, Zhu Yao seemed to hear someone's sigh, mixed with the sound of the leaves, and it was transmitted far away with the evening breeze......