"But the hundred-year-old clan Lingjiang Xiao Clan?" Zhao Huaijin's tone was flat, and he couldn't hear joy and anger.

But Hua Muyue inexplicably felt that something was wrong with him.

"Yes, yes, our owner is a peerless figure, and the world's admirers of him are really like carp crossing the river." The cloud shopkeeper said.

He didn't seem to think that a peasant son far away in Qishan knew anything strange about the Xiao family, and in his eyes, everyone in the world should know about his owner, the eldest son of the Xiao Mansion in Lingjiang.

Hua Muyue glanced at Zhao Huaijin, this feeling came again, Zhao Huaijin always gave himself a feeling that he couldn't see through, he seemed to have a lot of secrets.

An Ping said that he understands astronomy and geography, talks about history and wild biography, this may be learned by being talented and intelligent, but he knows any surname, is that Lingjiang Xiao so famous?

Thinking about it, Hua Muyue blurted out and asked, "What Lingjiang Xiao Clan, is it very famous?" ”

The cloud shopkeeper opened his eyes wide and looked at Hua Muyue with an expression like a monster.

"There are two major clans in Lingjiang, but the Xiao family has been inherited for a hundred years, and there have been many amazing and gorgeous characters in several generations, such as Xiao Guifei in the palace is a rare strange woman in the world." Zhao Huaijin explained to Hua Muyue gently.

"Yes, yes, yes." The cloud shopkeeper nodded in agreement.

"And who is your owner?" Hua Muyue asked curiously with her round eyes.

"Our host, that's...''

"Cloud shopkeeper, it's not early, and it's not safe on the road." Before the cloud shopkeeper finished speaking, he was interrupted by Zhao Huaijin.

"Ah, it's getting dark." The cloud shopkeeper looked out of the house.

"Flower lady, you see that you still agree, if you can enter the eyes of the owner, you can't ask for it, how can you refuse me to pay for it." The cloud shopkeeper was like a mourner, with a drooping face.

Zhao Huaijin's face suddenly turned black as the bottom of a pot.

"Cloud shopkeeper is like this, I will write a letter to your host, you can also make a difference, maybe there will be unexpected gains." Hua Muyue smiled slyly.

"Is that okay?" The cloud shopkeeper was a little hesitant.

"Of course you can, your owner just likes this dish, the Xiao Mansion in your mouth is so rich, what kind of cook doesn't have it, I believe that the craftsmanship is never under me." I have the best of both worlds. ”

Hua Muyue continued to add a fire.

"Cloud shopkeeper, if you hesitate any longer, then I won't write it." Hua Muyue looked like she was going to send off guests.

"Flower lady, don't, I promise." The cloud shopkeeper's forehead sweated.

"Okay, wait a minute." Hua Muyue went to write a letter.

Zhao Huaijin picked up the teacup with one hand, picked up the tea lid with the other and blew it, and said in a calm tone, "Since the lady has decided something, the cloud shopkeeper should not think about changing it, otherwise..."

Zhao Huaijin didn't say anything, but looked at the shopkeeper with a cold and arrogant look.

The shopkeeper felt that he was really bitter, the things explained by the owner were not done, and he was threatened by Zhao Gongzi, well, yes, he just wanted to threaten me, Lao Yun was bitter, but I didn't say it.

"Cloud shopkeeper, I've written it." Hua Muyue came out and took the letter and prepared to hand it over to the cloud shopkeeper.

"I'll rewrite it." Zhao Huaijin intercepted the letter to the cloud shopkeeper.

"Why?" Hua Muyue complained in her heart, and convulsed, ink doesn't want money, paper doesn't want money!

Zhao Huaijin walked away lightly, leaving only one sentence, "Your words are too ugly." ”

"You... Stand still for me, and see that I don't kill you. Hua Muyue stomped her feet angrily.

Looking at the lively cloud shopkeeper, I thought, presumably the words of the flower lady are really bad, and how can the owner be dazzled by the unsightly words.

If Hua Muyue could hear the voice of the cloud shopkeeper, it was not Zhao Huaijin who would have to be killed, but the cloud shopkeeper would be hammered to death.

"Contract? Divide into? Zhao Huaijin transcribed, slightly puzzled.

And Xiao Dagongzi, who is far away in Lingjiang, is holding an inferior rice paper that is incompatible with the luxurious layout in the house.