When the big shopkeeper heard this, he looked a little melancholy, sighed long, and said in a low voice: "If it weren't for the steward's urging, I wouldn't have asked you." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info You should know that the chief steward has touched the nail a few times, and now he is not in a hurry to give a gift, but only wants to know one thing, that is, when Mr. Tanglin will come back. It's just a matter of words, and if we can't even do it, you and I...... I had to choose something else. As he spoke, he sighed again, his face full of sorrow.

As soon as the second shopkeeper heard this, his face fell, and the two eight-character eyebrows were twisted into two black insects, and the big shopkeeper also sighed endlessly, and the two of them were speechless for a while.

At this time, not only the two shopkeepers of Xian Lou were troubled, but throughout the entire street, more than half of the shopkeepers were all worried about the mysterious Donglin Ye Lao in the walled building.

The shops on Donglaifu Street have owners behind them, and most of these owners are either rich or expensive, and some are even more expensive.

Judging from the previous four micro words, the little-known Tanglin Ye Lao has already made some names, and it is not an exaggeration to call him a master of magic.

The number of techniques is metaphysics, and those who are proficient in this way are all talented, therefore, for this Tanglin old man, the nobles either have the heart of acceptance, or want to recruit to the door, or want to ask for gifts, Bu Ji and so on. Almost half of the scholars in Shangjing have their eyes fixed on Donglaifu Street, and they have also given orders to their stewards to inquire about the news as soon as possible.

In this way, these shopkeepers who are on the same street as the walled building have invariably become outposts to inquire about the news, but this walled building is very mysterious, and they have only seen a few guys until now, although the owner and the couple are not faceless, but it is difficult to talk, so that these shopkeepers can only be anxious.

It stands to reason that with the momentum of these scholars, they can press down and force the old man of Dongling to come out. But they couldn't.

These kinds of things were originally beautiful, elegant, and coquettish, but once they were done with a straight eyebrow, they would lose the demeanor of the warriors, and they would definitely become the laughing stock of the entire Shangjing.

So he suffered from these shopkeepers, so he could only stretch his neck every day, lower his figure, and pull a relationship with the guys in the walled building, and before the first half of the month, the guys in the walled building were already obviously thicker waistline, and their complexion was getting better, and they were obviously supported by these shopkeepers quite moisturized.

Ah Gui's face at this time was also moist and glowing.

However, his expression was a little abrupt.

Last night, the shopkeeper of the silk shop at the corner of the street dragged him out to drink, and he drank too much, and he still has a hangover and a headache.

Lazily removed the last piece of door panel, and then hung down the gray and simple door curtain, Agui didn't even look at the crowd outside the door, only half-open his eyes and said lazily: "The beginning of the morning is open, you don't have to wait." Then he shouted inside, "Hurry up, the table hasn't been wiped yet." ”

There was a jagged response from behind the curtain, and it didn't sound like any energy.

Ah Gui shook his head, lifted the curtain and walked in, and came out again after a while, his two hands carefully wrapped in his chest and abdomen, and a roll of paper in the middle of his arms.

"Oh, it's coming, it's time to put up a notice!" the crowd was in a commotion again, and some people shouted excitedly.

Someone else scolded: "What's the noise, the spittle stars are flying in my face." ”

Someone else shouted: "Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, you have to see...... Ouch who the stepped on my feet and my shoes ......"

Everyone laughed, and there was a clear shout from the other end: "Ink ink, fresh ink, as long as five dollars, give a piece of white paper, Wei Zhi said that there are twenty steps to the west, cheap, cheap, come and take a look......"

For a while, there was a commotion in the crowd, which was comparable to the vegetable market.

Ah Gui rolled his eyes with his back to everyone.

A county has never seen something in the world, so it is crowded, and after reading the content above, it must not be fought?

He rolled his eyes as he stepped on the stool that had been set up a long time ago, and a young man came running next to him, handing him a paste basin and a brush.

Agui picked up the brush, stretched out his arms, dipped the paste into the basin in a dashing manner, brushed it on the wall several times, held his breath, respectfully unfolded and smoothed the roll of paper, and then pasted it on the wall in an extremely reverent posture.

There was a sudden silence around them. Everyone looked up and looked at the sign in front of them with a look of admiration and awe.

Smoothing the notice with a clean soft brush, Agui looked left and right, and saw that the post was neat, so he coughed, jumped off the stool, and then got into the curtain with lightning speed, and closed the door with a "bang".

Almost at this moment, the crowd had changed from commotion to crowding, and from crowding to noise, and everyone was crowded under the wall with "Wei Zhiyue" pasted on it, and the noise and shouting were endless, almost chaotic into a pot of porridge.

In the private room on the second floor of Narcissus Residence, the window sash quietly pushed open a crack, and a capable-looking man held the window railing, looking at the crowded crowd on the opposite street through the gap, his face expressionless.

"Posted up?" asked a clear-faced scribe as he paced over and whispered.

The lean man nodded, and the scribe immediately turned back and sat down at the table, where pen and ink had already been placed, so he took up the pen and said to the lean man, "Read it." ”

The lean man narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the micro words posted on the wall from afar, and thought word by word.

His eyesight seemed to be excellent, and he still read the words on the notice at such a distance. And the scribe was even more adept, lifting the pen and dipping the ink, and the vigorous seal characters were like knife carvings, and the speed of his pen was almost the same as the speed of the man's reading. By the time he had finished, the scribe had finished writing the last word.

"Is it over?" asked the scribe, putting his pen back on the delicate sandalwood frame beside him, and raising his eyes.

The lean man nodded.

"Very good. The scribe smiled, picking up the paper and blowing on the ink.

At this moment, the capable man suddenly said "Huh" and said, "Sir, slow down." ”

"What's the matter?" the scribe looked up at him with some bewilderment.

The capable man focused on his eyes, looked at it, and said in a deep voice: "There are still a few small words under the notice, and I just missed it." ”

When the scribe heard this, he stroked his beard and laughed, and said teasingly: "Guarding Li's name is like a falcon, and his eyes are like torches. ”

The guard named Li Falcon was still expressionless, and read out the six small characters at the bottom of the notice word by word: "Butterfly, stubborn stone." ”

The scribe was a little surprised as he picked up his pen, and when he had finished writing, he stared at what he had written, and his face was even more astonished, and he muttered to himself, "Strange." (To be continued.) )