The little Weng master finally fell asleep in Liu Fan's flickering sound, and slept very sweetly on Liu Fan's soft couch, his little face was red and fluttering, like a ripe red apple. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It's really hard to take this kid.

Picking up the tea that had become cold and taking a sip, Liu Fan breathed a long sigh of relief.

The little Weng master must not have said hello to the family when he ran out, and he will have to send someone to the eldest princess's mansion to say a word later, and let the little Weng master live in the mansion temporarily tonight.

Xiaohuan came in and looked at the little master who was asleep on the soft couch, and then gently said in Liu Fan's ear: "I'll go change the hot tea for Master Hou." ”

Liu Fan smiled: "No need, come, sit on my brother's lap, my brother will check your body to see if there is any development ...... recently"

Xiaohuan blushed shyly, stomped his feet and said, "Master Hou!" There's a little master here! Why didn't there be a doorman...... "After saying that, he ran out of the door as if fleeing for his life.

Liu Fan smiled, there was an extra villain in the room, and he was not used to it for a while.

patted his forehead, Liu Fan seemed to remember something, and took out dozens of invitations from Zao Liufeng's arms.

In other words, the prince's brother is very hearted, while attracting ministers all over the world, he is also busy doing something about poetry, officials, nobles, and scholars, he has not left any of them, buying people's hearts, swaying public opinion, and building momentum for himself, in fact, it is not easy to be a prince, and the ultimate goal of his busy work is not to sit on the dragon chair in the Jinluan Palace? - What is there to sit on in that chair? Why do everyone want to go up and sit down after all the blood is blowing? It's wide and big, and if you don't have a backrest or armrests, you don't have to panic.

However, the prince's poetry meeting to win people's hearts created an opportunity for Liu Fan to make a fortune. Aren't many wealthy businessmen who are not qualified to enter after all their wealth? Liu Fan flipped through the dozens of invitations in his hand: If you sell them all, it will be a big windfall, when the mountains and rivers are exhausted, God gave Ben Hou such a good opportunity to make a fortune, hehe, God wants to give Ben Hou, how dare Ben Hou refuse? Not only do you want it, but you have to make a big deal.

"An invitation sells for 10,000 taels, I wonder if anyone is willing to buy it? Later, I will go to the store of the Zheng family firm and ask their shopkeeper, as well as the Li family shopkeeper, as well as Xiangfu Ji and Jin Yutang, these are all big bosses...... However, 10,000 taels may be a bit unreliable, 5,000 taels, 5,000 taels of silver and an invitation, you can see His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of our Great Chu Dynasty at the poetry meeting, the future monarch, the business opportunities contained in this, I believe those bosses know in their hearts that 5,000 taels of silver to buy a ticket is worth the money! ”

Liu Fan whispered to himself in the room alone, thinking that he would soon have a large sum of silver in the account, and he couldn't help laughing out loud with pride: "As the so-called 'daughter is scattered and comes back', isn't it coming soon?" How could this marquis be poor? Wahahaha......"

"I hear you." An abrupt voice sounded in the room, and the voice was very calm, but listening to Liu Fan's ears was tantamount to a thunderbolt from the sky.

"Nani? cough, cough, cough, cough ......" Liu Fan blurted out a neon word, and was so shocked that he was angry, and his face was red and his neck was thick and coughed for a long time.

I don't know when the little master of Changle woke up, who was sitting on the bed looking at him sleepily, his eyes blinking, innocent and bright.

Liu Fan said with a smile: "Uh...... When did you wake up? ”

"When you say five thousand taels of silver for an invitation...... "The little lord was very honest, and his big eyes flickered a little cunning from time to time.

Finished! The key part was heard by her! Liu Fan couldn't wait to slap himself hard - it's good to find a place where no one is there to steal fun, why do you have to talk to yourself in front of this little devil? As soon as this little money fan hears the word "money", how can he not wake up immediately?

"You...... What do you want? Liu Fan stared at her warily.

The little lord looked at the large stack of invitations in his hand and asked curiously, "Is this a post from the prince's brother on poetry?" ”

Liu Fan cried and mourned, his head drooped deeply, and the little master was better than a monkey, and he knew everything.

Seeing Liu Fan silently admitting, the little Weng master became excited, and couldn't help patting his fleshy little hands, and said in a milky voice: "Partner!" Divide the money! ”

Even the lofty word "partnership" she knows, what is the growth environment of this little child?

Liu Fan unhurriedly put the invitation in his arms, and asked with a smile: "Do you know what a partnership is?" This is all from Ben Hou, and of course the money from the sale is also Ben Hou's, you don't have the money and you don't contribute, why do you share the money? ”

The little lord was stumped, his big smart eyes rolled around, and then he said with a small face: "If I go and tell the prince brother that someone stole the invitation card of this year's poetry meeting and sold it, the prince brother will definitely be unhappy." ”

“……”

Liu Fan looked at her dumbfounded, and secretly swore to himself: I will never treat her as a child again in the future, which child is so smart?! One sentence grabbed Liu Fan's key point.

If the prince knew that he had done such an insulting thing, it would not have been enough to blame him, but the prince was sure that he looked down on him. The most important thing is that if the prince knew about it and changed all the invitations in time before the poetry meeting, then the dozens of invitations in his hands now would be equivalent to a pile of waste paper.

The little Weng master patted Liu Fan's shoulder and persuaded him seriously: "If you give me money, I won't tell the truth, how good, everyone has money." ”

Makes sense, it makes sense! Cooperation is a win-win situation, otherwise there are two disadvantages, and fools know what to do. ――Is this little master really a little girl who is not yet ten years old?

Liu Fan gritted his teeth and looked at the little master, and nodded heavily: "Deal!" ”

The little lord cheered happily, "Let's go and sell them together now, shall we?!" ”

"I'll just go alone, you can sit here and wait for the money." When you go to the street to engage in sales, how can you bring a little kid?

"No, what if you sell more money and deliberately give me less share? I'm going to watch from the sidelines! "When it comes to something related to silver, the little lord is very shrewd.

"Ahh Ben Hou must have choked her to death! Liu Fan shouted frantically.

It was already winter, but the people on the streets of the capital were shuttling back and forth, a gust of wind was blowing, people felt the coolness, couldn't help but shrink their necks, and then continued to do their own business: for food and drink - people live in the world, isn't it just to eat a mouthful?

The streets of the flower market were blown dusty by the wind, and sometimes a few fallen leaves were carried up, which flew lightly in mid-air, and then fell into the dust.

A man walked in the distance, dressed in ordinary black coarse cloth clothes, with a knot tied with a straw rope around his waist, and a black cloth half-covering his face, revealing only a pair of thief's eyes, and kept looking at the shops on the street. He also carried a little girl on his back, also dressed as an ordinary person, the child was lying on the man's back obediently, silent, his flexible eyes were spinning, and he looked curiously at the people coming and going on the street.

Beside the man, a middle-aged man wearing a tuanhua satin robe and a blue-cloud satin square-toed shoe walked by.

The man hurriedly grabbed the middle-aged man, and the black that he covered his face pulled down, revealing a seemingly handsome, but actually treacherous face, this person is not someone else, it is Liu Fan, the little girl on his back, of course, is the little master of Changle who everyone is afraid of.

The middle-aged man was grabbed by Liu Fan, and couldn't help but show dissatisfaction, and said impatiently: "Who are you?" What do you want to do? ”

Liu Fan said with a smile: "It's rude, it's rude, I see that Your Excellency's bones are wonderful, and the Yin Hall is shining, you must be a rich and noble person, have you heard of the poetry meeting held by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince every year?" Would you like to see it? ”

The middle-aged man became interested: "Do you have a way to let me in?" ”

Liu Fan nodded, stretched out a palm and gestured, "Five thousand taels, I'll let you go in and have a look." ”

The middle-aged man's face sank, and without saying a word, he turned his head and left.

The little Weng master lay on Liu Fan's shoulder, beat his shoulder dissatisfiedly, and said, "You can't do this!" Think of something else. ”