Yao Wei was only four years old, innocent, and only knew that they could stay here, jumping up and down around the yard excitedly, watching curiously.

Yao Mao was older, he was already a nine-year-old Xiao Langjun, and he had just understood it ignorantly, knowing that it was not easy for them to stay here. He tilted his head slightly and tugged at Sister A's sleeve, and asked timidly, "Sister, can we really stay here?" Won't you really be driven away? ”

Yao Yun hurriedly comforted: "Ah Mao don't worry, in the future, Sister Ah will let you go to a private school, and you will be able to read your favorite books every day." ”

Yao Mao got Sister A's promise, and finally breathed a sigh of relief, and happily ran out of the yard to find Awei. Because Sister Ah never breaks her word, as long as Sister Ah promises something good, Sister Ah will definitely be able to do it.

Yao Yun looked at the two people playing in front of him and smiled.

Then he raised his eyes and looked at the gray bleak sky, and his eyes were suddenly dark and deep, thoughtful.

She herself was born from a humble background, had a bad fate, and was ridiculed by the villagers for making more money, and became a widow with a bad reputation in the village at a young age. However, she will keep her promise and will not let her sister and brother be wronged again. Living in the Zhenguo Mansion, although it is a cousin and a cousin who have a false name, but Ah Di and Ah Mei have a place to settle down, and they will no longer be bullied by outsiders at will, and they have finally completed their aunt's entrustment before her death.

And no matter what, she will try her best to stay in Chang'an and the Zhenguo Mansion. Here, there is also the truth she wants to find.

After Yao Yun settled her brother and sister, she packed her luggage alone in the outhouse, and suddenly touched a blue lake-colored embroidery bag.

She pinched the remaining money inside, and was stunned for a moment, there was a hard object at the bottom of the purse. It is a piece of delicate and small Hetian jade pendant, two koi carp intersect and echo on the opposite side, make the shape of flowing water and fly over the dragon gate, the fish leaps over the dragon gate, lifelike, it must be a very precious thing.

She has always had no shortage of gold and silver treasures, but if she wants to order someone to go to Liangzhou secretly to get the gold back, this back and forth will inevitably be delayed for more than a month. She decided to use her surplus money to buy some good paints first, so that she could paint as soon as possible and earn back the money in her purse. In the future, it is best to find someone to inquire about this person, and apologize to the general in person as soon as possible and admit his mistake.

Speaking of making money? Of course, she is going to return to her old business of making money - folk paintings and imitations of famous artists of the previous dynasty.

She took out the only three remaining scrolls at the bottom of the box, took one of them, disguised herself as a sloppy and tattered little Langjun, and hurried out of the house through the back door.

She had already secretly inquired, and finally found the bookstore she had been longing for on a certain path in De'an Fang.

The shopkeeper of the bookstore saw that the person who came to consign the paintings was a little man with shabby clothes and a sloppy face, and his eyes were full of contempt. When he opened the scroll, his eyes suddenly brightened, his attitude changed sharply, and he respectfully beckoned him to sit down and drink tea.

This painting scroll is from the hand of the famous Mr. Pillow Stone, the seventh of the twelve beauties - the beauty under the moon.

Although this painting is a beautiful painting, the brushwork is unique, emphasizing the ups and downs of light and shadow on a moonlit night, hazy and dim, and like reality. Under the interplay of light and darkness, the beauty is fascinated under the crescent moon, and the delicate drunken posture of the jade shoulders is fully revealed, but the style is not erotic, charming but not delicate. Mr. Pillow Stone has always been a leader in the use of light and shadow, so this painting is a rare masterpiece in the world.

"I don't know where you got this painting, Lang Jun?" The shopkeeper stared at him closely, trying to find out from his eyes.

Yao Yun cleared his throat, and the lie came easily: "Mr. Pillow Stone is my third uncle, he recently encountered a difficult situation, ran from Liangzhou to Chang'an, and ordered me to take the painting to sell on consignment." ”

"I see, I don't know how much Xiao Langjun wants to sell?" The shopkeeper looked at him with burning eyes.

Yao Yun narrowed his eyes and said loudly: "The third uncle said that he will stay in Chang'an for a while, I wonder if the shopkeeper is willing to have a more long-term cooperation with Mr. Pillow Stone?" ”

The shopkeeper's eyes lit up, but he was very hesitant: "Yao Langjun, our bookstore is not the largest and hottest bookstore in Chang'an City, just a small ordinary bookstore, is Mr. Pillow Stone really willing to cooperate with our bookstore?" ”

She didn't reply immediately, and pretended to think hard before she said with difficulty: "The shopkeeper doesn't know anything, and the third uncle has also thought hard for a long time, but after thinking about it and inquiring in many ways, he learned that although your boundless bookstore is not well-known, it has always had an excellent reputation, so he chose your bookstore." ”

The shopkeeper hurriedly bowed and thanked him: "It is our great luck to be able to enter the eyes of Mr. Pillow Stone." In the future, I will ask Mr. Pillow Stone for more advice. ”

Yao Yun patted the table proudly and said with a smile: "The shopkeeper is a cheerful person!" The third uncle specially said that in the entire Chang'an City, only the Boundless Bookstore has Mr. Pillow Stone's exclusive paintings. This picture of a beautiful woman under the moon is his opening ceremony, which can make a name for your bookstore, and he only accepts 20% of the money. If you continue to cooperate in the future, you will be divided into 37, 30% in the bookstore, and 70% in Mr. Pillow Stone. ”

The shopkeeper nodded again and again, the three-seven division is the most reasonable algorithm, and the exclusive consignment of Mr. Pillow Stone's paintings is already priceless publicity and treasure.

Signed and drawn, as evidence.

Yao Yun carefully put away the notes in duplicate, and when he left, he didn't forget to look back and look up at the bright plaque at the door, "Boundless Bookstore".

Mr. once told her that in Chang'an City, far away from Liangzhou, there is a little-known endless bookstore. What is "Boundless"? There is a diligent path in the book mountain, and there is no end to the hard work of learning the sea. He also said that although she is a woman, she must also study and write and practice painting well, and she should not spend her time at will.

When she was a child, her husband always held her in his arms and coaxed her to read and practice calligraphy softly.

Once Mr. Pillow Stone's paintings are sold, Mr. will definitely know that she has come to Chang'an. She was faintly apprehensive and expectant, would her husband come to look for her in person?

She wandered aimlessly on West Street, and as she expected, the shopkeeper sent someone to follow her secretly.

Mr. Da Zhou painted immortal pillow stone, the dragon saw the head but not the tail, no one had seen his true face, and he didn't know whether he was a man or a woman. The world would not have thought that the famous Mr. Pillow Stone would be such a simple little lady from the countryside.

She wandered slowly, turned and walked into a lively teahouse, where she squeezed through a few noisy crowds and exited the back door. Then I walked into a grocery store, and after several turnarounds, I came out the back door. Then she walked into a very good ready-to-wear store, and when she went out again, she had changed into a simple and elegant women's dress, and turned into a shy and lovely little lady.