Murong Jin silently sighed in his heart.

She forcefully broke her wrist away from Song Jinyu's hand, and obviously saw a trace of disappointment slipping through Song Jinyu's beautiful eyes.

She hardened her heart and tried to ignore Song Jinyu's feelings.

When something becomes a habit, it's hard to change.

Song Jinyu saw Murong Jin's obvious alienation, and she was also bitter in her heart.

He's been trying, but that person has been running away.

Song Jinyu suddenly felt a little disgusted with Murong Jin's master.

The heart was a little congested, and Song Jinyu got up and went out.

"Where are you going?" Murong Jin couldn't help but ask.

"Take a walk around town." Song Jinyu said, "Do you want to come with me?" ”

"Nope." Murong Jin was slightly stunned, then shook his head.

"I don't think you'll want to go out with me." Song Jinyu smiled a little bitterly, she resisted him too obviously, she didn't even bother to pretend.

Murong Jin frowned slightly.

Song Jinyu sighed and walked past Murong Jin's side.

Murong Jin originally wanted to ask him if he could come back for dinner. But seeing that he was resolute, she didn't ask again. At this time, when I went out for a walk, I didn't want to eat in the inn.

She didn't need to ask.

After Murong Jin had lunch in the house, he felt a little bored after a short rest.

Holding a cup of hot tea and sitting on the windowsill in a daze, Murong Jin didn't know what he was thinking.

"Miss, my uncle has been out for so long. Doesn't it matter? Yue came in and changed the tea for Murong Jin, and then couldn't help but ask.

In fact, being a maid should not interfere in the master's affairs, but the situation between the young lady and the aunt these days is really worrying.

The few of them were chosen by Murong Jin's side not only because Murong Hou Ye saw them as honest and reliable, but also because they were smart and clever. Anyone can see it. The uncle is really good to the young lady, not to mention that the little marquis Song had any misunderstanding with his own girl before, that is, recently, the little marquis Song was obedient to General Murong, and everyone could see that the little marquis Song was deliberately currying favor with the young lady of his own family, but the young lady kept avoiding it and refused to ignore it.

"He's such a big person, he can't be lost." Murong Jin said slowly.

"It's a little snowy outside, do you need the slaves and maids to go out to find your uncle?" Yue asked tentatively, "Uncle's body is not particularly good, let's go out, if my uncle freezes to death, I'm afraid we will delay the trip." ”

"Is it really snowing again?" Murong Jin frowned.

"yes.", Yue nodded busily. Just now, Heiyu and Shrimp both said that they were going to find their uncle. ”

"They didn't go out with Song Jinyu?" Murong Jin was taken aback and asked.

"Nope," Yue shook her head. Just now, Song Xiaohou's face was very bad when he went out, that is, the black fish and the shrimp followed, and they were all scolded by him, where did he dare to follow.

"He's got a lot of guts! I'm going to look for him. Murong Jin was silent for a moment, and said with a little anger. learned to run away from home in the capital, and didn't learn anything else, which emboldened Song Jinyu's thief. Had he forgotten that he had almost been slighted by two men before?

I was happy at the bottom of my heart. Hurriedly gave Xi Xiang a look, and Xi Xiang hurriedly went to get an oil umbrella and handed it to Murong Jin. Her own lady is hard-mouthed and soft-hearted, but she is actually still worried about her uncle.

Murong Jin walked out of the inn with an umbrella in his hand.

Although Fuyuan City is not as big as the capital, it is not small. Where to find Song Jinyu?

Murong Jin stood at the door of the inn and was stunned for a moment, and then laughed dumbly, saying that going to find Song Jinyu was just an excuse to come out and wander around. Song Jinyu is such an adult, he has hands and feet, and now it is broad daylight, how many people dare to beat his idea because of his wealth? Her worries just now were unnecessary.

She knows? Yuehe's intention is for her and Song Jinyu to reconcile as soon as possible.

She didn't know the kindness of the maids, but the relationship between her and Song Jinyu was not just a simple fight, after all, there was a master in the middle.

Stretching the umbrella open, Murong Jin casually chose a direction and walked away.

Song Jinyu is a person who likes to join in the fun, and he goes wherever he is lively.

Murong Jin casually inquired about a few pedestrians on the street, and the most lively place in Fuyuan City was Li Jiayuanzi.

That's a place name. Originally, there was a family surnamed Li who lived there, but later the houses were demolished, leaving a large vacant land, which became a place where the three religions and nine streams of Fuyuan City converged. But the name has been handed down.

According to pedestrians, there are teahouses for storytelling, opera gardens, and many casinos. There is also an antique market, where even several famous green buildings in Fuyuan City stand. So when Murong Jin heard it, he knew that Song Jinyu must have gone over there.

The man was said to be a gentleman before, and this is the kind of place that the gentleman loved the most.

After asking where Li Jia's son was, Murong Jin walked quickly towards that side.

Li Jiayuan is also three streets away from the inn where they lived. It's not far, it's coming soon.

Because of the snow, there are very few pedestrians in other places in Fuyuan City, except for this Li homeland. As if they hadn't been affected by the snow at all, the streets were bustling with traffic, and many people who looked like rich men were walking back and forth, and some people were holding umbrellas for them, which made the rather spacious streets crowded.

There are also many people who look like they are running the rivers and lakes, shuttling back and forth in the crowd.

There are many theaters, and there are several casinos, and there are people standing and shouting in front of the door. Even in front of the door of the teahouse, there is a sign erected on it, which says what the book that the storyteller is talking about today, and the number of times in the book of so-and-so.

As soon as Murong Jin saw the situation around him, he expected that Song Jinyu must be nearby.

Her family went in to inquire, and sure enough, they asked if there was a young man like Song Jinyu who looked and dressed here.

I walked into a teahouse, and the building was not telling stories, but singing.

Murong Jin glanced roughly around the building with his gaze, and just wanted to ask Xiao Er, who came up, if he had seen a young man like Song Jinyu. I heard Song Jinyu's voice.

"Guest officer, how many people?" Xiao Er greeted him warmly and wanted to lead the way for Murong Jin.

"Searching for someone." Murong Jin looked in the direction where the voice came from, and then said to Xiao Er.

"Oh. Okay, you've got your own pocket. Xiao Er immediately got out of the way.

Song Jinyu seemed to be arguing with people, there were already many people in this teahouse, and there were singers babbling and singing on the first floor, so what Song Jinyu was talking about Murong Jin didn't hear clearly for a while, but he heard his voice quite loud.

Murong Jin followed the voice and walked to the second floor of the teahouse, which was already surrounded by people watching the excitement.

Murong Jin looked at the crowd with his height, but he didn't see anything.

"I said you were fake!" Song Jinyu's voice came from the crowd.

"Where did you come from? Why do you say I'm fake? Another unfamiliar voice came.

"In the previous dynasty, the Purple Lotus monk looked at the mountain, and the traveler was leading a horse with white flowers on a black background. And although this painting is very realistic, it is just that this horse is wrong. Song Jinyu said. This brother, if you want to buy this painting, it's not impossible, but as long as you pay five taels of silver, it's enough. and not fifty thousand taels of silver. "How big is this man's head, that he should be carried out with so much silver?

"Really?" The other man was suspicious.

"Don't listen to this yellow-mouthed kid's nonsense. What does he know with a little white face? Someone hurriedly said, "This is the real thing!" He hadn't even seen it! ”

Song Jinyu thought it was funny, if this was genuine, then what was that pair in his house?

He was just sitting here and relaxing. I didn't want to be nosy, but I accidentally glanced at it and saw someone selling this painting. Not to mention, at first glance, it really felt a bit fake, that is, he was startled, and thought that his house was burglarized, and this painting was stolen.

When he got closer and took a closer look, he burst into laughter. The layout color is very similar, but the brushwork is slightly green, not as delicate and sophisticated as the original, and then look at the mistakes and omissions.

It doesn't matter if he laughs. It annoyed the man who bought the fake painting and asked him what he was laughing at.

Although the man had a bad attitude, Song Jinyu still pointed out the fact that the painting was a fake, which annoyed the man who sold the painting again. He quarreled with Song Jinyu. So the people in the teahouse all gathered around to see the excitement.

Many people who come here are thinking of getting the shop treasure from Li Jiayuanzi, and the teahouse is also to their liking, so they will invite some people to come here to auction calligraphy, painting, antiques or something, but the teahouse is not responsible for these things, just collect a tea money, the buyer and seller are voluntary, and the teahouse does not care about the authenticity of the thing. Therefore, there are often disputes between truth and falsehood in the teahouse, and the teahouse is not afraid that they will quarrel here, but they are afraid that their popularity is not high. So it's basically okay to have this kind of quarrel. As long as you don't do it.

"I haven't seen it?" Song Jinyu smiled slightly contemptuously, "With your level of paintings, I can paint a few casually even when I was ten years old with my eyes closed." Then he said to the buyer, "You want it." I can draw one for you in no time, even more real than his, and I won't take a penny. ”

As soon as everyone heard this, they coaxed one after another, anyway, they were not afraid of big things when they watched the excitement, and they asked Song Jinyu to draw one picture immediately and compare the two.

Murong Jin frowned when he saw everyone's excited appearance, and stood aside.

This guy really can't stop if he can't see it for a moment, and he comes here to say that other people's paintings are fake, isn't this cutting off people's money? is really a pampered little marquis in the capital, probably never going far.

This is Fuyuan City, which is not comparable to the feet of the Son of Heaven.

In Dadu, anyone who has a little ear and eyesight will not know that there is a person named Mu Enhou Song Jinyu, but in Fuyuan City, who knows who you are.

There's something going on at home these days. I had to renovate the house because the roof was leaking, so I was packing up and moving most of my stuff to my mom after I came back from the northeast. I'm going to uncover the roof here and overhaul it. I've been busy for so many days, and I don't have time to update. Today is the end of a busy day.

I'm sorry.