Chapter Seventy-Two: Don't Bully Women into Being Poor
Feng Feijue and Chen Fan'er know each other, but others don't know. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
Chen Fan'er lowered her head, and others couldn't notice the change in her expression; And the corners of Feng Feijue's mouth twitched a few times, and others didn't dare to guess at will.
"The shopkeeper is here?" The entourage behind Feng Feijie stepped forward and asked in a positive voice.
The shopkeeper hurriedly raised his head and replied respectfully: "The boss went out to pick goods, and it is estimated that he will not be able to come back until tomorrow." ā
Feng Feijue stared at Chen Fan'er, who bowed his head and was silent, and didn't listen to others at all.
"Your Highness?" The attendant approached and asked in a whisper.
"Huh? Oh, go upstairs and search, and go to the next one without a problem. Feng Fei was relieved, and ordered his subordinates to check if there were any demons infiltrating.
Hearing the sound of footsteps going up and down, the guards brought by Feng Feijue began to carefully inspect all the goods sold in the building.
Feng Fei never looked up at Chen Fan'er, and couldn't find a chance to ask his name again, and felt a little pimple in his heart. Moreover, not knowing your real name even three times will make the other party feel that it is not polite enough.
Just when the scene was a little embarrassing, Feng Feijue's personal guard went downstairs and reported: "Your Highness, the inspection is complete, and there is nothing abnormal. ā
However, at this time, Feng Feijue fell into the thinking of "how to ask this woman's name" again, and did not listen to it at all.
Seeing that the Seventh Prince had no reaction, the shopkeeper hurriedly continued the topic with a smile and said, "Yes, yes, Your Highness, our Turning Sea Pavilion is a good shop that abides by the law, how can it be possible to harbor the demon clan." ā
"Come less, in the shops in the southern district, it is the darkest in your sea pavilion." The guards waved their hands to keep this half-human, half-fish monster away from the Seven Princes, so as not to get into bad luck.
The waiter could only smile awkwardly and nod yes.
However, as soon as this reminder was given, everyone's eyes surrendered to Chen Fan'er.
"This woman is very raw, not like a local nobleman, and she looks very ordinary in her clothes, and she can afford to buy a demon slave?" Everyone's thoughts are almost the same, because the demon slaves in the Sea Pavilion are too expensive, and ordinary wealthy families may not be able to afford them.
Feeling that many eyes were converging on him, Chen Fan'er lowered his head. She felt a little aggrieved in her heart, knowing that she might have been misunderstood, and a woman coming to buy a slave would always feel very disobedient.
In the store, Feng Fei was thinking stupidly, the guards looked at it curiously, and the waiter smiled awkwardly, and the atmosphere was quite weird.
"Your Highness, the little girl hasn't bought the right thing yet, please make it convenient." If it were a normal time, Chen Fan'er would never be so reckless. But the atmosphere was really suffocating, and she happened to know Feng Feijue again.
Then, even if it is a little rude, a reminder, presumably the other party will not blame.
Feng Fei was reminded like that, only to find that the atmosphere around him was strange. He thought back to the conversation a moment ago, then glared at the personal guard with some anger, and said:
"Let you check the demons, and don't manage what is sold in other people's stores. Hmph, next! ā
After saying that, he turned around and walked out of the store and walked straight to the opposite side.
"Greetings to Your Highness." The crowd saluted again.
Watching the patrol troops leave the Turning Sea Pavilion, the shopkeeper breathed a long sigh of relief.
However, this time Chen Fan'er felt a little fluctuating in her heart: "This Seventh Prince feels very kind to me, why?" ā
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At this time, in the depths of the palace, the Nanhuan Palace.
All the servants were waiting outside the door, and in the temple sat only two women.
The woman in red combed her hair in a bun, the hairpin was a golden crested hairpin, and her slender jade hand was holding a white child, hesitating.
Sitting across from her was a girl dressed in white, with her hair shawl and a fist-sized crystal ball floating beside her.
"My sister's chess skills are too superb, and my sister is really struggling." The woman in red who spoke was none other than Concubine Feng, Chen Fan'er's biological mother. At this time, there was a faint melancholy on her face, which would only be shown when the girl in white was there.
"Sister, I took another divination a few days ago, but there was still no response. Neither fierce nor auspicious. "The girl in white is one of the three resident divine masters in the palace, Fuchi Divine Master. At the moment, she is not paying attention to the chess game, she is just chatting about it.
"It's not bad luck, at least it's still alive." Concubine Feng dropped the chess pieces and muttered, "As long as you don't come to the palace and have Granny Qin to take care of you, it will be fine." ā
"By the way, after the outbreak of the demonic disaster, all the princes came to me for a hexagram."
"The time for the Dragon Emperor to seize the heir is approaching, and it is normal for each to find an opportunity."
"Sister, that 'son' of yours has also come to ask for a hexagram." Fu Chi randomly played a black piece and ate a large white piece on the chessboard.
Concubine Feng watched her white son being taken away, her eyes wandered, and she sighed: "A waste, no matter how hard you try, it is in vain." ā
Fu Chi, who was originally collecting white seeds, stopped moving, kept the last white seed in the game, and said with a smile: "I hope this waste can bring itself to life." ā
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Let's talk about turning over the sea pavilion. At this moment, Chen Fan'er and Song Qingsong had already come to the second floor.
The structure of this floor is relatively simple, and when you go upstairs, you can see rows of iron cages that hold several types of krakens, both men and women. However, the vast majority of the krakens were nested in the cage, lifeless, even if Chen Fan'er went upstairs, he wouldn't take a second look.
"It's a small clumsiness, and I don't see the needs of the young lady." This half-demon shopkeeper, after learning that Chen Fan'er was going to buy a demon servant, became even more enthusiastic.
The value of the demon servant is much higher than that of a fish fetus, if you want to buy an adult demon servant, at least a thousand gold, and the shopkeeper himself can also get a commission of one percent.
"Did you find it?" Chen Fan'er didn't care how attentive the waiter was, but asked Song Qingsong in a low voice.
Song Qingsong was engrossed in observing each cage, he was just a mortal, he couldn't feel the breath, and he could only judge by the naked eye.
"Two from the left and five from the right, I can't tell the difference, but it's definitely one of them." Song Qingsong did his best, but he still needed to choose one of the two in the end.
Chen Fan'er nodded silently, and then asked, "Shopkeeper, if I want to communicate with the demon servant before I buy it, is it convenient?" ā
"Convenient and convenient, Miss, which one do you like, as long as you pay a deposit of 10%, you can communicate, if you are not satisfied, you can change it at will." The shopkeeper was so smiling that his eyes couldn't see it, and he felt that the business had a high probability of success.
"How much does a deposit cost?"
"A hundred taels of gold, or a demon spar will do."
One hundred taels of gold! Chen Fan'er's mind was racing rapidly, the deposit would be one hundred taels, wouldn't it cost one thousand taels to buy it? ! Cheng Mansion went up and down, turned it upside down, and at most he could only get twenty taels of gold.
The half-demon shopkeeper noticed that Chen Fan'er's face changed suddenly, and his heart also chuckled.
As a shop buddy, he naturally has a bit of eyesight. Previously, Chen Fan'er was calm, and the shopkeeper really thought she was a low-key rich lady; And now when it comes to money, my face has become so ugly, I'm afraid of this.
"Hey, it's a shame to have wasted so much of my tongue." Thinking like this, the shopkeeper could no longer put a smile on his face, and said in a stiff voice: "If this young lady feels that she can't afford it, she might as well go downstairs to choose a suitable fish fetus, and it will be the same for cultivation." ā
"I ......" Chen Fan'er couldn't hear the tone of the waiter. She was a little remorseful, she didn't inquire about the market clearly, so she came to slap her swollen face and become fat.
In the past, with Granny Qin by her side, no matter what she wanted, her mother-in-law could finally satisfy it; Later, when he entered the county office, he lived in a shallow way, but he really neglected the things in this world, and most of them needed to be solved with money.
"Girl, you can't stay on the second floor for a long time, please go down quickly." The waiter's tone was getting worse and worse, and he seemed a little impatient.
Chen Fan'er hates the feeling of being looked down upon, but she is really helpless. Looking back at the fishmen in the two iron cages, he thought that he had to find another way to raise money again.
"Shop!" A familiar voice came, and the shopkeeper took a closer look, and found that it was the personal guard of the Seventh Prince.
"Yes, yes, what do you command?" The waiter asked with a sign smile on his face and a bow.
"Whatever this young lady wants to buy, all the accounts will be credited to His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince, and then she will come to the royal area to settle the bill." The guard only glanced at Chen Fan'er slightly, and then went downstairs after speaking.
"This ......," the waitrell smirked, as if he had offended a noble man who could not be offended.