Chapter 135: Conspiracy (1)
The rising sun kisses the sky, and the night breaks.
Jinhua had no sleep all night, looking at the bell in the palm of her hand, she felt more and more that fate had never forgotten the traces of her own zĂ i, she had always been tightly bound by the invisible web of fate, and even, it was becoming more and more difficult to break free
Starting from his parents jumping into the river and Xu taking possession of all the property of the Rong family, Tang Ming's courtship, the accident on the way to Chengde, the acquaintance with He Rong, Tang Li's rebirth, the rumors of immortality, the appearance of the Eastern Emperor Taiyi, the opposition with He Rong, and the partnership with Gao Kuan in the past three years
It can't be accidental!
Donghuang Taiyi once told her that what she wanted to take was a road with accumulated bones, which was lonely and unbearable, and it was extremely difficult.
Tang Ming, Du Yuesheng, He Rong, Donghuang Taiyi, Gao Kuan, what do these people know?
What kind of arrangement is given by unknown fate?
Jinhua clenched the bell tightly, and there was a chill on her body, and she didn't dare to think about it again.
"Miss Rong." Sensing that someone was coming behind him, Jinhua's face changed, put on a fake mask, and turned around to greet him.
Holding back the anxiety that had accumulated in her heart all night, she smiled and nodded at the black-skinned man: "Mr. Zhuo." â
The black-skinned man's name is Zhuo Yifan, he is the owner of Baibaotang, and he is also the treasure connoisseur of Baibaotang, and he has an extraordinary relationship with Gao Kuan.
But Jinhua's understanding of Zhuo Yifan is nothing more than floating algae on the water, and this information is still set up by her and Zhuo Yifan.
Zhuo Yifan's attitude towards her was much better than before, presumably because of communicating with him, looking at Zhuo Yifan, a dense layer of cold sweat involuntarily broke out in Jinhua's palm.
"Let's eat breakfast." Zhuo Yifan glanced at her lightly and said a lukewarm word. Then he turned around and went to the back room, looking at Zhuo Yifan's back, Jinhua wiped his palms with a handkerchief, and followed fearfully.
When I entered the room, I saw the breakfast placed on the ebony table.
The sweet berry porridge of wolfberry, the yellow oil fruit is stained with sesame seeds, the fragrant baked cake fruit, the white porcelain plate, and the dark green pickle melon side dishes can be described as a table of delicacies, with all the color and flavor.
The stomach gurgled uncontrollably, and saw Zhuo Yifan come over. Jinhua quickly covered up the momentary embarrassment with a smile.
Zhuo Yifan looked away. Without saying a word, he held the spoon like green jade, and slowly stirred it in the blue and white porcelain bowl containing sweet porridge.
Thick white soup. The sweet porridge mixed with finely chopped rice grains and red jade-like wolfberries was like a beauty, dancing with the stirring of the spoon, and Jinhua watched Zhuo Yifan's movements. I forgot to sit down for a while.
Jin Hua saw that he held a pair of luxurious silver wire cable ivory chopsticks and clamped the oil fruit that had been fried in hot oil to brown, and slowly put his mouth up. I bit most of the avocado in one go, took a bite of pickle melon, chewed and swallowed it with a squeaky taste, and pointed to the sweet porridge. Blow softly, and the spoon will rub against the edge of the bowl. I took a big sip of soup.
I don't know how long it took, when Zhuo Yifan swallowed a large portion of the avocad. He wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, looked at Jinhua in a daze and asked, "Don't eat?" â
When Jinhua came back to his senses, Zhuo Yifan had already cleaned up his own dishes and chopsticks, and left her share on the table.
Looking at the food on the table, Jinhua hesitated, but still sat down, holding ivory chopsticks with one hand tremblingly, and sandwiched a shortbread stained with sesame seeds.
"Don't worry, it's not poisonous." Zhuo Yifan came out of nowhere, Jinhua was so frightened by him, the chopsticks in his hand were not grasped steadily, and as soon as he loosened, the baked cake fell on the black tabletop, and the white sesame seeds were dotted, which was quite conspicuous.
Jinhua was about to grab the baked cakes, but as soon as he turned sideways, he saw Zhuo Yifan standing on the edge of the table, and he couldn't help but have goosebumps all over his body-Zhuo Yifan was looking at her with a scrutinizing gaze.
"Southerners, are you used to eating baked cakes?" Seeing that Jinhua hadn't eaten for a long time, Zhuo Yifan pointed to the baked cakes on the table and asked.
Jinhua hesitated, shook his head, grabbed the baked cake, and took a bite.
The mouth of the shortbread crust is crunching, and the mouth is full of burnt crisp. I couldn't help but take another bite, and before I knew it, the whole pancake was already in my stomach.
Zhuo Yifan watched Jinhua eat the baked cakes, a smile rose on the corner of his mouth, he pushed the plate of pickled melon to her, and recommended: "This pickled melon is Liubiju, not salty or sweet, the taste is extremely refreshing, you can taste it." â
Jinhua held the chopsticks and stretched out his arm forward, his eyes always paid attention to Zhuo Yifan, and when he saw him suddenly attentive, he couldn't help but feel a little furious.
Zhuo Yifan's voice kept urging, and Jinhua was forced to be helpless, so he simply stretched out his chopsticks.
The chopsticks grabbed the pickles.
To eat or not to eat? Hesitating, she let go of her chopsticks again.
"The porridge is cold, I'll help you warm it up first." Seeing Jinhua put the chopsticks, Zhuo Yifan took the blue and white porcelain bowl and provided extremely considerate service.
Jinhua couldn't bear it, as far as she was concerned, Zhuo Yifan was so diligent, and there was also the possibility of poison, this meal was really frightening, too disturbing!
"No, thank you Brother Zhuo for your kindness, the baked cakes are already full."
Zhuo Yifan stopped what he was doing, his eyes were as gloomy and black as the dark sky, although he let out a faint 'oh', but Jinhua knew that he had guessed her thoughts.
Baibaotang couldn't stay for a long time, but she didn't get Gao Kuan's ashes, and she couldn't leave with peace of mind.
"Boss!"
When Zhuo Yifan looked at her, there was a sudden shout from the store, but he was only slightly stunned, glanced at it, and handed over the porcelain bowl in his hand: "You clean up here." â
Jinhua took the porcelain bowl, looked at the thick white soup in the bowl, glanced at Zhuo Yifan's back twice, she secretly thought: Gao Kuan's ashes must have been hidden by Zhuo Yifan, this place is a possibility of Baibaoju, take advantage of Zhuo Yifan's departure to search in his room
After making up his mind, Jinhua walked towards Zhuo Yifan's house with a brisk pace
At the same time, Zhuo Yifan was holding a magnifying glass, carefully studying the patterns on a pair of pastel porcelain vases, and in front of him stood a couple in Chinese clothes - the man's face was like a full moon, and he looked rich and noble. The female is as elegant as Qiu Ju, and her temperament is quite outstanding.
"Boss, what price can this bottle sell for?" The man's face was full of tiredness, but when he saw Zhuo Yifan standing up straight, he regained his vitality and couldn't wait to come over to ask.
Zhuo Yifan's old god was there and compared a number with his two hands, and the man's face immediately collapsed, and he looked at the woman next to him and complained: "What are you doing to learn from other people's auctions?" Well, the money is all in! â
In the face of her husband's accusation, the woman replied confidently: "All the money from the auction of these things has been donated, this is doing a good deed!" â
Zhuo Yifan listened to the dispute between the husband and wife, his eyelids raised, he suddenly seemed to think of something, slapped his thigh violently, and pulled the pastel porcelain vase to his side with a smile: "How much money do you collect, I will collect it from you for the same money." (To be continued.) )
PS: Thank you for your support. Good night...... Thank you Zheng Ding for the red envelope...... Thank you......