Huan Sanniang's mood seemed to be very good, even the fluttering purple light yarn seemed to be full of joy, and said happily: "I have thought about it, I want to pick a few beautiful hairpins for the fourth sister and the sixth sister, the ninth sister is delicate, and the bead flower is the most suitable." I'm going to choose a nice handpiece to wear myself. ”

She said this with her fingers crossed, innocent and coquettish.

"Okay, it's all up to my sister. Huan Ziyu smiled very warmly, and helped Thirteen Niang to the door of the Treasure Fang.

At this time, the shopkeeper of the treasure shop had already rushed out, nodding and saluting, and said busily: "Ouch, rare guest, rare guest, Huan Shirojun is here, it is really a small shop." This is the thirteenth lady, and it is really a celestial posture. Come in, the private room has been prepared for a long time, just waiting for the two of you. ”

Huan Ziyu didn't say anything when she heard this, but Thirteen Niang smiled and said: "To make the shopkeeper sad, my fourth brother has something to do for a while, and he will leave when he sends me over, but I am the only one here for a while." If the shopkeeper wants to see the fourth brother, he has to wait until he is done and comes to pick me up. ”

When the shopkeeper heard this, he didn't even be stunned, his face was full of laughter, and he said repeatedly: "It's okay, it's okay, there are thirteen ladies of the Huan family to visit our store, and that is also the blessing that we have cultivated for several lifetimes." The thirteen ladies picked it up slowly, and slowly waited for Shiro-kun to pick it up. ”

Just kidding, the Huan family is a top scholar, if Huan Thirteen Niang wants to buy jewelry in their treasure shop, it is a living signboard, and I really can't invite it.

Huan Ziyu flicked his sleeves at this time, and said slightly helplessly: "Thirteenth sister is complaining about me, but my brother can hear it." ”

Thirteen Niang hid her smile and said obediently: "That's what I said, the fourth brother is the best, don't forget to pick me up for a while." ”

Huan Ziyu looked at her dotingly, and her voice became more and more gentle: "I will never forget it for my brother." In a moment, you can pick and choose and buy yourself a few more. I don't think you usually like to dress up, but that's not good, even my mother likes to see you dressed up beautifully. Today's thirteenth sister fancy it is all counted on the head of the fourth brother, and the fourth brother will come back in a while and give you an account. ”

When Thirteen Niang heard this, she laughed so much that the light veil also rippled, and said softly: "The fourth brother is a good talker, don't forget me for a while." ”

"Brother knows, thirteenth sister, go in. Huan Ziyu smiled as warmly as jade, and his voice was as beautiful as jade.

Hearing his words, Thirteen Niang didn't say anything, only bent down to him, then turned around and took Qinmei's hand and walked in slowly.

Huan Ziyu then instructed the servants on the side: "Good life to protect the thirteenth sister, don't let people rush into it." ”

The group of servants and guards were afraid that there would be no thirty or forty people, and they should have said in unison, and the momentum was quite amazing, so that the ordinary people who passed by on the road avoided the side, and how could they dare to take a second look?

Seeing that Thirteen Niang walked into the store accompanied by the shopkeeper, Huan Ziyu stretched out her sleeves, took her hands, and walked forward slowly.

He did not call a chariot or ride a horse, but walked forward like this, and only one of his servants was with him.

The servant looked very ordinary, looking more than thirty years old, but he seemed to be more than that. He was wearing the uniform of a second-class servant of the Huan family, and followed behind Huan Ziyu with his head down, looking cautious.

Huan Ziyu didn't seem to be in a hurry, so he walked east along Deshengmen Street unhurriedly with this servant, and walked about half of the incense before coming to the door of a pen and ink shop called "Zangfeng Pavilion".

When he got here, Huan Ziyu stopped, looked up at the signboard, and somehow, he actually sighed.

Everyone knows that the sword hides the edge, but they don't know that the pen of the literati is like the sword of the warrior, and the edge of the pen and the article are far more powerful than a sword.

A little emotion welled up on his face, and he stepped into the store.

However, as soon as he entered the store, this expression immediately faded from his face.

"Go upstairs. With a low command, Huan Ziyu had already stepped onto the stairs, and his face was full of gloom. The servant bowed his shoulders in reply, and followed him in quick steps, and the figures of the master and servant swayed at the top of the staircase, and then vanished.

The strange thing is that since they entered the store, the guys and shopkeepers in the Zangfeng Pavilion seemed to have no eyes, and they were so busy that they entered the room as if they hadn't seen them.

When he got to the second floor, Huan Ziyu's face was already as heavy as water, and his body exuded a cold breath.

There was only one room on the second floor, at the end of the corridor, and Huan Ziyu walked straight over without thinking, raised his hand and pushed the door open.

The door opened, but I saw a man in a Chu shirt standing in the room, with a dark face and an ordinary appearance, it was Zhang Wuyong.

As soon as he saw Huan Ziyu walking in, Zhang Wuyong immediately bowed to him, but did not speak.

Huan Ziyu also didn't say a word, and entered with a calm face, and the servant walked in behind him, and closed the door casually.

"What the hell is going on?" Almost as soon as the door closed, Huan Ziyu's voice suddenly sounded, and a wave of anger rushed out, moving the scroll on the wall.

Zhang Wuyong stood indifferently in place, his expression unmoving, as if he hadn't heard his words.

It was the servant who raised his head at this time, his eyes were flat, and he looked directly at Huan Ziyu.

"What does Shang Shulang mean?" he said abruptly.

There was a slight hoarse voice, and the tone was not so alarmed, as if he didn't care about Huan Ziyu's anger. And on that face that is so ordinary that it is forgotten at a glance, it is a calm and proud shore that does not match his identity.

"What do you mean by asking me?" Huan Ziyu was furious, and a finger almost pointed at his face, "At this time, you came to ask me?

Shang Shulang was a little restless and listened to Mr. He's explanation. Zhang Wuyong's voice sounded at the right time, and the voice was still flat and calm, just like the expression on his face at this moment, there was a kind of indifference that was very indifferent.

"Okay, then ask Mr. He to come to Haosheng to explain. Huan Ziyu smiled angrily, the expression on his face could be called hideous, the green tendons on his forehead were protruding, and his whole face was flushed, "I asked you to give medicine to His Royal Highness, why did your medicine go down to His Royal Highness the Prince? What is the relationship between His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and my Huan family, don't you know? If the prince has something, how can my Huan family's plan be accomplished? If His Royal Highness the Prince is abandoned, my Huan family will be involved, and there will even be a disaster for the family, don't you know? Your eyes are not blind, and even the next medicine will be in the wrong place?"

He was almost speechless, and his questioning voice was louder than the other, and his face was full of anger.