There was already footsteps at the door, and Duanmu Lang entered the Accord under the guidance of another child.

"Fu Mingsu! Hurry! Help! Our Wangfu Chicken Flying Dog Jumped!" Duanmu Lang entered the room and sat directly in front of the tea table, "Bang!" opened the folding fan and fanned it hurriedly.

Fu Mingsu sat behind the tea table with his robe lifted, and reached out to pour a cup of tea for Duanmulang: "Little prince, what are you talking about? Who dares to make the chickens and dogs of King Kang's Mansion jump?"

Duanmu Lang glanced at Fu Mingsu and knew that he didn't believe it: "Let me ask you, do you still have the cup you gave my father?"

Fu Mingsu put the tea in front of Mu Lang, lowered his eyes and smiled, his eyes had already crossed a shrewd sharp light, he still didn't understand this?

"Unfortunately, that cup is unique. "Fu Mingsu is a shrewd person, even if it is a royal family, he will not indulge this appetite too much, and that cup is indeed unique.

Duanmulang picked up the teacup and took a sip, puzzled: "People's cups are all one-to-one, why is the one you gave my father unique?"

"That's worth a fortune. Fu Mingsu smiled slightly, picked up the teacup and drank tea.

"It's okay now, I lost it, where do you let me go and get another one to coax my father?" Duanmu Lang put down the teacup depressedly, and the wishful thinking in his heart was completely shattered.

"Ahem, ahem. Fu Mingsu was surprised when he heard this, choking on water, "What, what?

Duanmu Lang glanced at him: "Yes, I lost it!" Duanmu Lang put away the folding fan angrily and knocked on the table anxiously, "That's why the chickens are flying and the dogs are jumping!"

Fu Mingsu was also surprised, it turned out that Duanmu Lang was not suggesting that he would send another cup, but that he lost the unique cup!

Duanmulang looked at Fu Mingsu angrily: "You said that you are Fu Mingsu, what you sent is not good, but it was sent to my father's heart." Just your cup, my father likes to sleep with it, you know?!"

Duanmu Lang's angry words made Fu Mingsu a little secretly happy.

Duanmu Lang continued to knock on the table with a folding fan: "Father lost the cup at noon, and he was in a hurry, and now the whole palace is looking for a quilt for him, and he also said that if he can't find it, he will gouge out all the eyes of the maids on duty, so that they don't take a good look at his cup." Originally, I wanted to come to you to get an exact one and go back to coax my father, I thought that there would always be a pair of such cups, but you didn't have one here! What do you say now? Fu Mingsu, I don't care, you caused my palace chickens and dogs to jump, you have to find a way for me!" Duanmulang picked up the folding fan and pointed at Fu Mingsu's face.

Fu Mingsu also showed regret, that cup didn't say King Kang, he also liked it. He wrinkled his eyebrows worriedly, since the little prince had found him in this matter, if he didn't care, he would offend the little prince and King Kang.

"In this life, I was brought ......to me by a strange merchant," Fu Mingsu slowly recalled, "The merchant said that the craftsmanship of this cup is made by any elves in the West, and the world will never make it, and I will later find someone to imitate one, and it is true that every craftsman in the capital can make it." When Fu Mingsu said these words, he was a little more mysterious, he leaned forward slightly, and looked at Duanmu Lang seriously, "Those reliefs on the surface of the cup may be able to do it, but the beauty in the cup is real—it can't be done, so this cup is a treasure." Tell me, how did you lose this cup?"

Duanmu Lang twisted his eyebrows, leaned forward slightly, and looked outside to make sure that no one was there, and said in a low voice: "You are not allowed to laugh when you say it." ”

Fu Ming's face was solemn when he was stunned.

Duanmu Lang pursed his lips and raised his eyebrows, and said a little more: "Didn't my father want this cup to sleep with, he made a cushion for the cup next to the pillow of the couch where he took a lunch break." Usually he puts the cup on the cushion, and it is the same today. Then he said that when he was sleeping in a daze, he saw a villain enter his house and take his cup, he wanted to grab it, but found that he couldn't move, as if he was ......" Duanmu Lang was embarrassed, gasping, like a sore tooth, and he didn't have the face to say the latter words.

"Ghost press?" Fu Mingsu saw it and said it for Duanmulang.

Duanmu Lang nodded, and his face felt even more embarrassed: "My father said that the villain took the cup out of the window and flew away, and then he woke up and made a noise until now." But if it is fake, this cup is indeed gone! At that time, there were not only maids but also guards at my father's door, who dared to come to my palace in broad daylight to steal things? Who dared? Even if they did, how could they not see so many pairs ......of eyes? Hey, it's not weird that you said this, could it be this cup...... What did you just say about that cup, what kind of Western goblin made it......"

"Elf ......" Fu Mingsu explained.

"Eh!" Duanmu Lang waved his hand, "It's not a human anyway, so you can say ...... Will this cup ...... ...... Duanmu Lang grabbed Fu Mingsu's collar and glared, "Okay, you Fu Mingsu! What kind of evil object did you send to my father!"

If it is an ordinary person, who was yelled at by the little prince, and was also detained to give away evil things, he must have knelt down and begged for mercy. But Fu Mingsu was still calm, with a businessman's smile: "Little prince, the things made by elves are treasures, not evil things, so ...... Maybe it's because it's a treasure, so it's ...... What did the monster fall into?" Fu Mingsu was clever and clever, and the black turned white in an instant.

Duanmu Lang raised his eyebrows, with an inexplicable expression: "Ha? Monster? Fu Mingsu, are you as confused as my father? Where did you come from?"

Fu Mingsu thought about it, and took the hand that opened Mu Lang's collar around his neck: "Little prince, I think the villain that the old prince saw may be real." ”

"What?" Duanmu Lang stepped back and looked at Fu Mingsu several times.

Fu Mingsu also saw that he didn't believe it: "You wait for me." Fu Mingsu got up, went to the stairs next to the Accord, and walked up, above which was the place where Fu Mingsu stored the ancient books.

He ran an antique shop, which caters to the tastes of all kinds of elegant customers, and some officials like to collect ancient books, especially manuscripts. Therefore, over the years, he has also searched for many ancient books.

Duanmu Lang slowly opened the folding fan and shook it while drinking tea, he wanted to see what medicine was sold in Fu Mingsu's gourd?

After a while, Fu Mingsu walked down, and in his hand was a bamboo slip, obviously not a small number of years.

Duanmu Lang saw him approach, and opened the bamboo slip on the tea table, on which was a kind of seal script that was popular a thousand years ago, if you are not a person who studies calligraphy or ancient books, you may not be able to read all the characters on it.

Duanmu Lang was secretly surprised, and looked at Fu Mingsu in front of him.

No matter how you look at this Fu Mingsu, he is a businessman. He had a merchant's smile on his face, and he had the shrewdness of a merchant in his eyes, and he often went in and out of the flower building with them at night, but he was actually a learned literati who could read ancient scrolls.