Mr. Ping An endured the embarrassment and said, "I'll look for your shopkeeper." ”

Liu Zhou's expression was subtle, but he didn't refuse: "Then come in." ”

As the young man turned sideways, Mr. Ping An walked in.

He didn't realize that looking around, the layout of the study hall was still the same as he remembered, only in the details were a little more elegant, and other than that, there were changes in the books. When he switched to Yaxin Bookstore, Qingsong Bookstore was already going downhill, although the bookshelves were also full of books, but it was far from being like this, and even the corners were full, and if you looked closely, it was all "Painted Skin".

Liu Zhou noticed Mr. Ping'an's distraction and looked proud.

Who would have thought that the bookstore's business would be so good! Nowadays, not only the lower part of "Painted Skin" is in short supply, but there are also many new customers who come to buy the upper part, and the back printing shop has not stopped from morning to night.

According to the shopkeeper, this is because the story of the female customer has spread, which has attracted many people who have never read the story of the book to buy it curiously. And these people are much more people than those who love to read stories, and now the popular trend in Beijing is to talk about "Painted Skin" from top to bottom.

In fact, there is no need for the shopkeeper to say, he can see from the owner that the bookstore is the holy hand of gold!

"Stone, go and ask the shopkeeper, and say that Mr. Ping An is here."

The stone answered and went to the west courtyard.

After a while, the shopkeeper Hu walked in, swept Mr. Ping'an, and smiled: "Mr. Ping'an came early in the morning, what are you doing?" ”

At the beginning, Mr. Ping'an's departure was not very pleasant, and in the eyes of the shopkeeper Hu, it was a knife inserted in Qingsong Bookstore, and it was still harmful.

Mr. Ping'an arched his hand: "Shopkeeper, the contemptible people want to see Mr. Songling." ”

He wanted to see what kind of people were like to defeat him.

Shopkeeper Hu was stunned.

He also thought that Mr. Ping An was swept out of the house by the opposite side and wanted to eat back grass, It turned out that he wanted to see Mr. Songling.

"I'm really sorry then, Mr. Songling is not in our bookstore."

"Can the shopkeeper tell me where Mr. Song Ling lives?"

Shopkeeper Hu said don't say he doesn't know, even if he knows, he can't tell you, otherwise what if he goes to find trouble with Mr. Songling.

"Little Lao'er doesn't know where Mr. Songling's family lives."

There was anger in Mr. Ping'an's eyes: "The contemptible person just wants to see Mr. Songling, why should the shopkeeper shirk it in every possible way!" ”

Shopkeeper Hu was also annoyed, and said lightly: "Mr. Songling's situation, Xiao Lao'er doesn't know anything, if Mr. doesn't have anything else, don't waste time here." ”

"You!"

Liu Zhou stretched out his hands: "Sir, please." ”

Mr. Ping'an's face turned the color of pig liver, glared at the two fiercely, and walked away.

"Cut,." Liu Zhou rolled his eyes at the empty doorway.

"I'll go sweep the door." The stone ran out with a broom.

For Shishi, the gray days of Qingsong Bookstore were also his gray days, but fortunately, thanks to the kindness of the shopkeeper, he later had a new owner. The people who are involved with the bookstore opposite are all bad guys!

When Xin Yu came from behind, the shopkeeper Hu told Mr. Ping An about his arrival.

"The shopkeeper did the right thing. Mr. Songling said at the beginning that he didn't want people to know his identity. Now that Mr. Songling is famous, there will be more and more people who want to inquire about him, and we must pay attention to this aspect. ”

"Don't worry, no one wants to hear a word about Mr. Songling from our bookstore."

After all, I really don't know anything.

As more and more customers came to buy books, the visit of Mr. Ping An was quickly forgotten by everyone. Xin Yu was busy for a while and returned to the East Courtyard, and it didn't take long for the doorman to report that the three girls from Shaoqing's Mansion were here.

Xin Yu ordered Xiaolian to invite Duan Yunling in.

"Cousin Qing, I can't squeeze in the bookstore, so I'll come here directly."

Xiaolian brought tea and snacks.

"Cousin Ling drinks tea."

Duan Yunling picked up the chrysanthemum tea and explained his intentions: "Tomorrow is Chongyang, grandmother is going to take us to the autumn festival, let me call my cousin home to prepare." ”

"Stepping into the autumn?" Xin Yu has been busy these days, and has forgotten that the Double Ninth Festival has arrived.

"Yes, last year Chongyang happened to be my grandmother's health was not well, only a few of us went, and my grandmother said that this year as long as it was okay, we would go together."

Xin Yu has no interest in stepping into autumn with the people of Shaoqing's Mansion, but if there is a custom of Chongyang family stepping on autumn in the capital, it may be worth visiting.

"Did my grandmother say where to go in the autumn?"

"It's Bailu Mountain, where we went last year."

Xin Yu sighed: "I don't remember what happened last year." ”

Duan Yunling remembered his cousin's amnesia, and smiled embarrassedly: "It's just to climb high and look far away, and you can eat chrysanthemum cakes, drink chrysanthemum wine, and give dogwoods to each other, but it's interesting, cousin go." ”

Seeing that the bookstore's business was so prosperous, she was really afraid that her cousin would refuse.

Duan Yunling was reluctant to come to Duan Yunhua's side, and there was a big age difference between him and Duan Yunyan, so he wanted to have Xin Yu as his companion.

"Who usually goes to Bailu Mountain?" With the help of "amnesia", Xin Yu asked boldly with confidence.

"It's mainly the home of a hundred officials and nobles."

Xin Yu nodded: "Cousin Ling, let's go back first, I'll go over after I'm done with the bookstore." ”

Duan Yunling successfully invited someone and left happily.

"Xiaolian, don't be busy cleaning up yet." Xin Yu waved his hand, "Last year, in Chongyang, Miss Kou and a few girls from Shaoqing Mansion went to Bailu Mountain?" ”

"Well, at that time, the girl had only been out of filial piety for a short time, and it was the first time she had officially gone out to play."

"Dai Gongzi, who came to the bookstore that day to forcibly buy "Painted Skin", did he also go?"

Xiaolian tried to recall it for a while, and shook her head: "The maid is not impressed. There are too many people going to Bailu Mountain, and the girl is not used to going out for a long time, so she doesn't go to a lively place. However, I heard that the eldest princess of Zhaoyang went, and many housewives took their juniors to greet the eldest princess. ”

Hearing the eldest princess of Zhaoyang, Xin Yu's heart moved.

My mother once mentioned that she also has an aunt, and the two sisters-in-law have a good relationship. Could the eldest princess of Zhaoyang be the aunt mentioned by her mother?

At this time, it was not for Guchangbo's mansion, Xin Yu also planned to take a look.

In Shaoqing's mansion, the old lady listened to Duan Yunling's reply, and said to the second wife Zhu with a smile: "I really didn't expect Qingqing to be so capable and really run a bookstore well." ”

The old lady had recently heard about the Green Pine Bookstore, so she took a look at it from a distance, and found that the people who bought the books had lined up from the store all the way down the street.

Business is doing so well, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is making money every day.

Zhu smiled and responded: "Yes." ”

"You are in charge of the house now, and when Qingqing comes back, she will make up for it, so that the girl will not be patronizing and losing her body." Speaking of this, the old lady smiled meaningfully, "Qingqing is a person with a heart, you are good to her as an aunt, she will remember it." ”

"The old lady can rest assured, it is the daughter-in-law's duty to take care of Qingqing." Zhu Shi responded, sneering in his heart.

The old lady still wants to keep the golden Buddha of her cousin at home, but she doesn't look at the sky and let the birds fly, how can she be willing to return to the cage.

(End of chapter)