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At this time, the streets of Tongcheng were bustling, and compared to the calm of last night, tonight was slightly more lively.

Some unnamed carriages set out one after another, converging in one place from all directions, and the place of convergence was naturally the Nalan family, the mansion of the city lord of Tongcheng.

A hidden secret room in Nalan's house.

Nalan Jun has long black hair on his head, and his eyes are sunken, and his dark eyes are a little cold.

He leaned lightly against the wall, his eyes looking at the vent above the chamber, where he could see the moon tonight.

"The moon is so big tonight, I wonder if it will add a little blood to it tonight."

After a long time, another person came in the secret room, that person was tall, with a rough body, and he walked with solid and powerful steps, and his eyes were deep, and it could be seen that his temperament was yin and strong.

This person is Nalan Jun's personal guard, Xiao Xuefeng.

"Eldest son, the people below have already been arranged, are you sure you want to do it tonight?"

Nalan Jun retracted his gaze and looked at Xiao Xuefeng with a pair of deep eyes.

"What? Listening to your tone, it seems that there is still hesitation? ”

Xiao Xuefeng hurriedly knelt down on one knee.

"Xue Feng damn it, Xue Feng just thinks that it's a bit hasty to do it tonight."

Nalan Jun smiled and helped Xiao Xuefeng up.

"Tonight's family banquet can be described as a gathering of big names, the elders in charge of the Nalan family need to be all present, and the patriarchs of the eight major families will also be here, including those businessmen who are covered in copper."

"And the most important thing is that my second brother Nalan Hong has no chance to interfere with my plan tonight, such a favorable time, place, and people, I can't think of any way to give up."

Xiao Xuefeng didn't question it again, but as Nalan Jun's most loyal guard, he had the obligation to remind Nalan Jun.

"What the eldest prince said is right, but please think twice, after all, you and the mage haven't gotten the things on Dongcheng Mountain yet."

At the mention of Dongcheng Mountain, Nalan Jun was slightly stunned, as if he had thought of something, so he waved his hand.

"I see, you go down."

When Xiao Xuefeng heard this, he bowed down and walked down, and just walked to the door, but was stopped by Nalan Jun.

"Xuefeng, after you leave, go to Yunfei Pavilion, let Tang Yunfei be ready to make a move, he may be used tonight."

Xiao Xuefeng answered, and then retreated, and at this time, only Nalan Jun was left alone in the secret room.

Nalan Jun looked at the moonlight that filtered through the ventilation hole, and the gloom in his eyes was slightly soothed.

"Does that really exist?"

……

Ma Liang didn't open a store today, and the excuse was naturally to prepare for tonight's Nalan family banquet.

So Ma Liang, who came out of the back door, first went to Gongsun's house to find Gongsun Lan, and then accompanied by Gongsun Lan, Ma Liang re-purchased his clothes.

Although it is still a green mountain robe and short cloth boots, the material of that kind of fabric is not comparable to the street stalls of Ma Liang before.

"You're wearing this, that's good."

This is Gongsun Lan's evaluation of Ma Liang after the purchase.

In fact, Maleonn is not a person who pursues luxury, although after paying some taxes, Maleonn's wealth has been greatly reduced.

But in order to plan tonight, I still need to buy something, after all, I am also a sixth-level calligrapher and painter now.

Ma Liang looked at the time, the Nalan family banquet was scheduled for eight o'clock in the evening, and there was still an hour.

And the Shenbi Pavilion couldn't take so long to walk from the Nalan family's mansion, so Ma Liang spent time painting and polishing in the store, after all, Gongsun Lan had received a lot of orders for himself before.

When he drew a picture of "The Noble Son Going to the Banquet", Ma Liang found that he seemed to be missing something in his outfit, and he thought of it after thinking about it carefully.

"Fan."

Thinking of this, Ma Liang picked up the white paper fan he bought when he visited the Qinglou before, and it looked too ordinary left and right.

"It's inevitable that I'll pretend to be a little forced tonight, so let's get it myself."

Shaking his head helplessly, Ma Liang tore off the fan in a few clicks, leaving only the keel of the white paper fan.

About half an hour later, Ma Liang finally changed the fan by himself.

After a while, Ma Liang put the fan on the table, lifted Snow Wolf Hao, and with a stroke of the pen, he wrote one of his favorite poems when he was in school on the fan in the world's most high-end pen style "cursive style", and finally stamped it at the end of the poem with his big seal.

In this way, Du Fu's "Water Tune Song Head" came out.

Ma Liang didn't know that his white paper fan was sold for a sky-high price of 20 billion after he was a hundred years later.

But at this moment, Ma Liang reflected that this chic needs to pay a price.

Because the ink spots of the 500,000 Loulan coins that Ma Liang recharged ruthlessly before were actually used up eight or nine times out of ten.

"Oh my God, I wouldn't have pretended to be forced if I had known."

Ma Liang's head was buzzing, you must know that he only made a profit of seven or eight hundred thousand yuan after opening the store for such a long time, and he actually let him squander it all at once, the degree of heartache can be imagined.

However, at this moment, suddenly the old voice of the magic pen system sounded again.

"The main quest has been completed, and the host can receive rewards and update the quest."

Ma Liang was stunned for a long time, and it took a long time to come back to his senses and remember the previous main quest.

"Main quest: Sell a calligraphy and painting worth more than a million. [Completed]"

"Reward: Font [Wild Grass], Painting Style [Oil Paint]. [Available]"

After Ma Liang received the reward, he was considered to have served the magic pen system, this guy really knows everything, and he can exchange foreign exchange in China.

After receiving the reward, Ma Liang counted his ink dots again and found that there were 1090 ink dots missing, and the recharge cost should be about 500,000 if it is not discounted.

If it is taken out and sold, the price of this fan should be 1.09 million.

But after thinking about it carefully, the poems and titles of "Water Tune Song Head" should only add up to 99 words.

The words I write are cursive, and the price is 10,000 Loulan coins per word, which means that it only costs 990,000 yuan.

The mission goal of one million has not yet been reached, where did the 1.09 million come from, and where did the 100,000 come from?

With such a question, Ma Liang asked about the magic pen system.

"Grandpa Magic Pen, do you still charge the handling fee now? This 100,000 is a bit expensive. ”

The old voice of the magic pen system sounded, and it was suddenly poured on Ma Liang's head like a basin of cold water.

"If you use the ribbon once, you need to pay 100 ink dots, and the price is 100,000 Loulan coins."

Ma Liang was speechless for a while, it seems that his name can't be covered casually in the future, this magic pen grandfather only recognizes money, and the cost of this seal is 50,000 yuan.

But at this moment, Ma Liang thought of a very serious problem again, and his head was a little big.

"Grandpa Shenbi, does that mean that the longevity word I sold to Fat Piaopiao, the price should be 101,000 floor Lan coins."

"Yes."

Ma Liang's face suddenly sweated, a manly man, and his words were like water spilled out, saying that as long as people had 1,000, they couldn't ask for the remaining 100,000.

"I'm going to pay for it?"

"Yes, and to pay for someone else, you need to make up the full amount."

"That means I don't count the ink dots I use, and I'm going to give you another 50,000?"

"Yes, that's exactly right, the host's math is still pretty good."

Ma Liang immediately covered his forehead when he heard this, and sighed in a low voice.

“OhMyGod！！”

PS: There's something going on at home these days, and I'll make up for the bad chapters later. Happy Valentine's Day!!