When Lin Yan re-recognized Wan Wan's strength, Wan Wan was rubbing her fingers.

was inexplicably locked in his own shop, and inexplicably performed a bare-handed pinching of the lock, how can this matter be easily ended.

Wan Wan poked in the center of the street, looking at the steaming sky, and sighed. At this moment, she suddenly felt like she had her wings broken off - without brocade clothes, it would be difficult to do anything!

Things like this, if Jinyi is by his side, he can do it in minutes.

She sighed for a moment under the sun, and then quickly retracted her attention. After observing around, he walked straight to the cold water stall not far away.

The astonishment and gossip on the stall owner's face had not yet been exhausted, and Wan Wan walked closer. When the distance was closer, the stall owner noticed the scimitar on Wan Wan's waist and immediately panicked.

He seems to have a big deal on it!

Wan Wan's attitude is very polite, and the smile on her face is also very amiable. This made the stall's heart relax for the most part, and the lady in front of him didn't look like the rumored Yaksha, and there were many people who used scimitars as weapons, and they were afraid that they were thinking too much.

He didn't do anything, he just happened to catch a glimpse of the whole process, and it really had nothing to do with him. This lady is also asking herself about the situation.

The stall owner's heart stabilized, and he answered Wan Wan's inquiry in great detail. From Chu Xiniang's appearance, posture, demeanor, and voice, to what kind of carriage she was riding in and what direction she went, they were all clearly explained.

Wan Wan listened and directly put down a piece of silver and bought all the soup on the stall.

The stall owner held the ingot of silver, and smiled toothlessly. Lo and behold, this is the reward of kindness.

After picking up the money, the stall owner thoughtfully asked, "There is so much soup, do you need a small errand to deliver the soup to the house?" ”

Wan Wan nodded, "It's just right, you have to send it to the Kyoto Prefecture." ”

The stall owner was stunned, "Where?" ”

Wan Wan politely repeated: "You send it to the Kyoto Prefecture, I bought these to invite those officials to drink by the way." ”

The stall owner reacted for a while, and happily responded, "Okay." ”

This kind of thing, it is reasonable for people to want to report the case. It's a hassle to help with a testimony yourself. What's more, the money given by others is enough to cover his income for a whole summer.

The stall owner held his warm-hearted heart, and talked with Lin Yan all the way, chatting very happily. It wasn't until she arrived at the Kyoto Prefecture that she saw that those officials were respectful to Wan Wan, and they saluted her with sincere fear, and called her to be "Lord Commander." ”

The stall owner's thinking suddenly froze, the puppet-like made a confession, the puppet-like filled the soup with those yacha, the puppet-like carried the burden out of the Kyoto government, and poked in front of the gate of the Kyoto government for a long time before finally reacting.

He pressed the ingot of silver that was in his bosom.

My mother, he actually earned the money of the Yaksha.

This Lord Ming is not as terrible as the rumors, and his attitude towards him is thousands and hundreds of times better than those officials who patrol the streets.

In the time that the stall owner was wondering, Wan Wan and Lin Yan were already in the teahouse.

Lin Yan specially ordered a pot of rock sugar chrysanthemum tea that cleared the fire.

Wan Wan's anger is not too big, and her attention is still on her own property.

Lin Yan is really a talent, and in just a few years, he has restored most of the industry of Mingyue Villa, and the income figure is still very beautiful and dazzling.

Wan Wan poured a cup of tea for Lin Yan with her own hands, her eyes full of admiration and admiration, "Back then, I said that I would have you if I earned one or two, but I really gave less." ”

Lin Yan got up and thanked Wan Wan for the tea, and said, "The eldest lady is joking, Lin Yan is just the eldest lady's house slave, how can she share the benefits." ”

He said this from the bottom of his heart. Money is a good thing, but what Wan Wan gave him is far more important and rare than money.

What she brought to him was the respect he had ever wanted most, and the freedom of his heart that he had never imagined before.

Mr. Lin Da of Mingyue Villa is an official slave, and everyone knows about it. Those people in the rivers and lakes, those in the business field, and even the officialdom are still polite to him. Kind from the heart.

The politeness on the face is because of his master, but the heart is because of his ability. If it weren't for Wan Wan, he wouldn't have known that he had such an ability. If it weren't for Wan Wan, he knew that he had this ability, and he might not be able to use it smoothly.

What he used to care about, now he doesn't care anymore. Everywhere he looked, it was no longer the grievances and grievances of the Yin family, no longer those drawings and tiles, three meals a day, but the endless vastness and infinite possibilities.

Wan Wan was also different from Lin Yan's hypocrisy, and only said: "Then your monthly money will increase by six times according to the income of the villa, and it will be six times great." I will give you a share of my share of the business with Jin Thirteen. ”

After saying that, Wan Wan didn't continue the topic, just melon seeds and refreshments, and talked about the industry of Mingyue Villa and the recent situation of Jin Shisan, and when she talked about the business of Mingyue Villa in the Northland, Wan Wan couldn't help but sigh.

She really missed that group of unreliable people in her heart.

But she's not here, they should be more reliable, and they don't need to worry.

Thinking of this, Wan Wan's good ears sensitively recognized her name from the noise, and she subconsciously concentrated to listen.

"It's a sigh, it's a sigh, now Lord Ming is like an eagle falcon with folded wings." The voice paused, and a syllable came out of his nasal cavity, and continued: "What is the falcon with folded wings?" I have to be a singing oriole. ”

As soon as he said that, half of the people in the teahouse burst into laughter. The laughter is not a sense of harmony, but a joke.

"This brother is drunk."

"That's the one who said that she was an eagle falcon and wronged the eagle falcon, how can the eagle falcon have one-ten-thousandth of her fierceness."

The laughter fell, and there were constantly various tones and tones telling about the rumors about Ming Wanwan.

"Six years ago, I saw it with my own eyes. Such a brave and strong man, with a 'rattle', was twisted off his neck by the evil god. The god didn't even blink an eye. ”

"Governor Xu back then, do you still remember? There are seventy-three mouthfuls up and down the door, and only half a pillar of incense is in time, and none of them exists. You should remember it well, there was no brocade on the side to catch it that time, she was alone. One person, seventy-three mouthfuls were extinguished in half a stick of incense. ”

"I heard that Master Zhanxiao Fengzhan was stoned to death by her, and half of her head was smashed. That's a laughing style. ”

"I know that matter clearly, my fifth cousin was originally a maid in the palace. That incident was not because of love and hatred, so he made such a heavy hand. She is exempt from the fine, and she is for the money! ”

......

Lin Yan stood up, as if he wanted to stop those people from continuing.

Wan Wan motioned for him to sit down, "People are too famous, this situation is inevitable." Don't bother. ”

Lin Yan said: "The big lady's open-mindedness is convincing. ”

Wan Wan ......

Fame and grace do not conflict. Then don't explain it.

The voice that mentioned Wan Wan at the beginning rose again, "It is all kinds of things back then that show today's pity." ”

Someone laughed and said, "This benevolent brother is talking about it, what is there to sigh about?" ”

The voice said slowly: "The envoy of the four gates has left the four gates, one in Bianliang and one in the north. In this way, the four gates can truly be controlled by the king of Yan, and the four gates can be used by the officials.

Today's Ming people look at the scenery, and the reality is not as good as back then.

Caught in the race for power, burdened with the sin of conceiving the guilt, forced by the overall situation, the threat of affection. Poor Lord Ming's pride and bones, and his current situation is no different from the forbidden one. To put it bluntly, she is just a tool of the official family and a piece of beautiful meat from the mouth of the Marquis of Dingbei.

How untouchable. ”

This long passage fell, and the air in the entire teahouse froze, and only the sound of breathing remained.

A moment later, a loud laugh rang out with the sound of a constant slap on the table, "That god! Confinement? Hahaha......"