Manuscript? It's really there.

Mr. Chen ran to fetch it, placed it on the table in a precious and heavy place, hesitated for a long time and couldn't help but say more: "The value of this thing is immeasurable, Miss be careful...... Maybe the other party will come and ask for it. ”

Liu Wencian ignored it, and tore open the wrapped straw paper three times and twice, and the two stacks of manuscripts suddenly fell apart, and Mr. Chen was so distressed that he couldn't stop breathing.

But it wasn't damaged after all. Mr. Chen had no choice but to swallow the wail in his throat, and watched as the eldest lady, who did not know the importance of the manuscripts, picked them up one by one, laid them out, and even stretched out his fingers to trace them word by word.

That's a bit too much, isn't it? The value of this manuscript lies in its contents, although the handwriting is indeed very good...... So the eldest lady actually can't understand these profound and obscure content, right?

Mr. Chen scolded himself again in his heart, and then stepped forward and held down the manuscript, and said with a smile: "This small block is indeed well written, and it has the charm of the young son of Yaoqing back then." It's a pity that the sharpness between the hooks and turns is too sharp, and it is really not suitable for the girl's family to follow suit. If the eldest lady likes it, there are also people in our bookstore who can imitate the 'remote detoxification'......"

"This is not a character that imitates Yaoqing's body," Liu Wencian said, "This is what Shen Yaoqing himself wrote." ”

Mr. Chen was stunned, put down his hand, and slowly straightened his waist.

After a long time, he shook his head again: "This is impossible. When the manuscript was sent, the prince of Yaoqing had already passed away for more than four months. ”

"Perhaps, a posthumous work." Liu Wen Cicada groaned.

Then he slowly raised his head and asked, "How did he die?" The world said that he died of illness, but his illness should not reach that point. ”

Mr. Chen's eyes were still fixed on the manuscript, not realizing that the topic had changed a little abruptly, and replied casually: "Of course he didn't die of illness." Otherwise, the Shen family would have declined a long time ago, how could it be as full of honor and favor and high power as it is now. ”

He pretended to put away the manuscript casually as he spoke, thinking that he had done it very skillfully, but when he looked up, he saw Liu Wencian staring at him coldly, and there seemed to be a fierce light in his eyes.

A girl, what is she doing so fiercely?

He couldn't help but bow his head when he took other people's wages, so he had to grin again: "Miss, this manuscript is really nothing to look at, it's all dust!" You see, I'll get a copy of our print for you, and you can also take a look at our paper and ink layout......"

Liu Wencian shook his head, still staring at him: "So how did you die?" ”

"Huh?" Mr. Chen was stunned for a moment, and after thinking about it hard, he realized that she had not let go of the previous topic, and suddenly felt a little headache.

So the little girl is just whimsical! How could Nan Ke Gongzi and Shen Yaoqing be the same person, if it was the same person, how could they not be discovered, and so many literati and scholars and nerds and pedants in the world were all dead!

"Miss," he sighed, helplessly: "Prince Yaoqing died for Her Royal Highness the princess, and it was very sudden, so there will be no posthumous works handed down!" Besides, if there is really a posthumous work, the princess and the Shen family will be like a treasure, how can they let it go to the people and use someone else's name to live for generations! There's only one way for us to find someone, and that's to start with that little guy! ”

Liu Wencian thought for a long time and nodded: "You're right. - So it's true to die blocking the knife? When? ”

Mr. Chen completely rested his heart to reason with her, sat down with self-abandonment, and answered all questions: "June 21, the seventh or eighth day of the new year...... It was the second or third day after the siege of Kyoto was lifted, Xiliang's fine work resisted stubbornly in the palace, and almost slashed Her Royal Highness the princess. ”

"Later, the Shen family was promoted and made a fortune?" Liu Wencian asked again.

Mr. Chen shook his head and sighed: "The world only sees the Shen family promoted to become rich, how can they know that Her Royal Highness the princess is bitter?" No matter how much compensation is given to the Shen family, Prince Yaoqing will not come back...... So to this day, no one in the court dares to mention the princess's marriage, and Your Majesty and Niangniang don't know how to be anxious! ”

"So I have to see that little guy." Liu Wencian said, "You go and ask someone to keep an eye on the door of Zhijie Bookstore, and when you see someone, you will directly tie me back!" ”

"Huh?" Mr. Chen was stunned.

He has already given up on the topic of salvation, why did the eldest lady wrap it back on her own? The girl's thinking is really inexplicable!

Either way, she could just remember what was going on. Isn't it just tying up someone, the eldest lady is a person who even dares to sue the Prime Minister's Mansion, are you still afraid of tearing your face with the Zhijie Bookstore?

……

So two days later, a thin and inconspicuous little guy was covered at the door of Zhijie Bookstore and carried into the small courtyard opposite the door like a rabbit.

Shouting grievances? Swear? It doesn't hurt. Liu Wencian is not afraid of people saying that she is a bully.

The other party guessed her identity, and was about to scold her even more ugly, but Liu Wencian didn't give him a chance, and said, "I won't kill you." You bring a message to your master for me, and say that I will wait for him in Deyue Tower in three days. If he doesn't come, I'll eat the sauce-flavored chicken feet alone. ”