Returning to Linforty-seventh Lane, pushing open the shop door and entering the back house, Ning Que took out the ebony matte waist card from his arms and threw it on the bed very casually, as if he was throwing a piece of waste wood.

Sang Sang sat at the head of the bed, his two little feet were stuffed in the warm quilt, he was concentrating on mending his old coat, glanced at the waist card on the quilt, picked it up curiously, squinted his eyes and looked carefully for a long time at the light sprinkled by the transparent skylight tiles on the roof, and asked, "Young master, what is this?"

"Ouchi's guard's sign...... The dark guards are the kind that can't see the light. Ning Que sat down at the table, lifted the kettle and poured a few big sips, remembering that he didn't even drink tea when he entered the palace today, he couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

Knowing that Ning Que had an official identity and hugged the thickest thigh in the world as judged last night, Sang Sang squinted at those willow eyes and smiled happily, but the focus of her concern about things has always been more direct.

"How much money can I get every month?"

Ning Que was stunned, put down the teapot in his hand to recall the previous conversation, and said hesitantly: "Why do you have to have forty or fifty taels of silver?"

Sang Sang frowned, his dark little face was full of dissatisfaction, and said, "I didn't think it was as much." ”

Ning Que shook his head and said with a smile: "We now have a net worth of two thousand taels of silver, and we will be more generous in doing things in the future." ”

Hearing this, the dissatisfaction on Sangsang's face suddenly disappeared, and he looked at him with a smile and beckoned his little hand, and said, "Young Master, after you left earlier, you quietly sent the silver over there." ”

Ning Que was a little puzzled, walked straight to the side of the bed and crooked beside the little maid, and asked curiously, "Where did you put it?"

Sang Sang looked out mysteriously, put down the needle work in his hand, pinched the two corners of the futon around his waist with his two small hands, opened a slit a little nervously, and raised his chin slightly to signal him to look inside.

Ning Que raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked into the futon in disbelief, only to see that next to Sangsang's two thin legs, there was a dense layer of silver, even if it was covered by the thick futon, only the extremely dim light, and the dazzling silver halo could be seen.

He opened his mouth slightly, forcibly suppressed the excitement in his heart, and said calmly: "I have said it all...... Ahem...... If you want to be magnificent, it's two thousand taels of silver, and see what makes you excited and nervous...... I thought it was strange that you were doing something in bed in broad daylight, because you were worried about this, don't you feel panicked?"

Sang Sang looked up at him with a small face, and shook his head very firmly and seriously, indicating that such a thing as silver was not unscrupulous at all.

Ning Que coughed twice, rubbed the little maid's head dotingly, and said, "Two thousand taels of silver can still be covered with a quilt, and in the future, your young master will earn eight thousand taels, what will you do then?"

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The spring of Chang'an is very beautiful, a spring rain that is like a rush falls from time to time, and all the green leaves and tender flowers that are full of streets and alleys are born out, whether you are standing in the threshold or standing in the pavilion, you can see the color of life in the eyes, and the forty-seventh lane of the east city seems to come alive with the increasingly strong spring color, and the excitement gradually appears.

After the Chunfeng Pavilion incident, the household department was demoted, and the Qingyun Division was purged from top to bottom, and the land acquisition matters that had been making trouble for several months naturally ended in nothing, and the Qingyun Treasury on the other side of the wall was as silent as a big tomb. Although the Ichthyosaurus Gang was forced to step onto the bright stage, they did not forget to take advantage of the situation to freshen up the dark night of the whole city, and at this time, no one dared to do anything to the street facing Xiaoshu, not even a glance.

Now without the pressure of the government and the deterrence of the underworld, those closed shops will naturally reopen, whether it is the new boss who took over, or the old boss who bought back the lease with a lot of money, they all rolled up their sleeves and prepared to take advantage of this warm spring day to make a big living.

Business is the human industry, pay attention to the flow of people who gather wealth and energy, in the past, a shop was opened in the forty-seventh lane, from the bones with a half-dead decay energy, naturally no one wants to come to visit, the business is very poor, now the street shop is fully open, a hot spring tree under the tree, the flow of people will naturally condense over.

Compared with the adjacent shops, Lao Bizhai's business is still not very good, but I don't know how much better than the cold fire and autumn smoke when it first opened, Sang Sang is busy every day, but there are more and more smiles on his little face, and he insists on refusing to let the young master ask for more helpers.

As for Ning Que's bones, after all, he still has a bit of the sour atmosphere of a young scholar in his bones, looking at the excitement in front of him, thinking about the coldness of the old days, he looked more and more at the guests who bought calligraphy and paintings, and now he had more than two thousand taels of silver on hand, and he didn't take the income of the old pen house very seriously, so he simply raised the price of the scroll by a big cut. In his thoughts, since the master is not short of money now, and you are so cheap to come to the door to buy, then naturally you have to spend more silver, so that you can be worthy of yourself, so that you can let yourself vomit the resentment of the day before.

However, the development of things is always beyond his imagination, the price of calligraphy and painting in Lao Bi Zhai was mentioned again and again, and finally mentioned five times when it first opened, but he did not expect that there were more and more guests who came to buy books, although the reputation of Lao Bi Zhai was still not in Chang'an City, but in a small area of Dongcheng, it was already a brand.

"That's how it should have been?"

Ning Que held a small teapot, leaned against the door and looked at the guests in the shop, sipped two sips of tea, listened to the quarrel in the newly opened shoddy antique shop next to him, and felt that life was really fucking beautiful.

The owners of the shops on the street didn't know that Lin Forty-seventh Lane could be reborn, and the relationship between the little boss in the old pen house and the little boss in the old pen house, they didn't know that if it wasn't for Ning Que helping Chao Xiaoshu kill the Quartet on that spring rainy night, this street would still be as dead and silent as it was at the beginning, and now in their eyes, the young boss of the old pen house is just a waste who can't make money and can only enslave the maid.

Business is good, the silver is earning more, people are naturally easy to be happy, but it is also easy to produce some new problems, full of warm thoughts**, now the business is just four or five days, the boss of the shoddy antique shop has a plan to take a concubine, today's fierce quarrel, it is the boss and the wife are at war for this matter.

"Just by virtue of your appearance, you actually have the face to take a concubine?"

"Why can't I?"

"The old lady said that if you can't do it, you can't do it, if you want to force me to be anxious, I will sue Chang'an Mansion!"

"The queen can't take care of this matter! Why does Chang'an Mansion care! Ning Que, that kid can have a little maid, you have to kick me out of bed every day, what can't I do if I ask for a warm foot!"

"Do you want me to warm your feet?

"He is not surnamed Li! What kind of emperor is he!"

"Yuelun Country, Southern Jin Dynasty, Dahe, as long as there is something in this world, any emperor of any country can be!"

Ning Que hugged the teapot and sipped beautifully, listening to the corner with relish, and secretly praised me The Tang Empire is really fierce and open, and even husband and wife dare to mention such a thing as the throne when they quarrel, and suddenly his expression froze, and he realized that he actually mentioned himself in this quarrel, and he couldn't help but be a little annoyed.

At this time, the guests in the shop dispersed, and Sang Sang was cleaning up the decorations on the table, he walked in angrily and shouted: "I can't go on this day, the two in-laws quarreled and actually talked about the young master, and dared to talk about the government and politics, when I, the guard, is dead? I will enter the palace tomorrow to join them and behead them all over the house!"

This is not false, he has the waist card of the secret guard, and he is responsible for listening to the public opinion of the people for the imperial court, and there are people in the market who are talking about the throne, of course, they can report to their superiors, but although the laws of the Tang Dynasty are strict, the heart of governing the people is extremely relaxed, and the angry words when the husband and wife quarrel, not to mention the guards, even if they hand the case file to the emperor's majesty, they can only laugh at those nobles.

Sang Sang thought of his worries in the past few days because of his words, and asked with a frown: "Young Master, in the story you told me when I was a child, being a spy would always die miserably, and you are now a secret guard, will there be trouble?"

Ning Que put down the teapot, shook his head and said: "Although it is a disgraceful waist card, but it is a small person who is not in the grade, who cares about my identity, and if there is really trouble in the future, won't I avoid it?"

After a pause, he looked at Sang Sang and explained softly: "I accept this identity, there is another reason, I really want to investigate those things in the future, kill those people, it will always be more convenient to have the identity of a big inner guard." ”

Sang Sang was a little maid who was lazy to think about things, and after listening to his explanation, she felt that it was reasonable, so she stopped thinking about it, and said: "The umbrella cover, knife cover and coat are done, young master, when are you going to kill the second person?"

"How about the knife, do you need to sharpen it again?" Ning Que asked.

Sang Sang replied seriously: "Even if it is to kill a pig, the knife that kills a dozen heads will definitely have problems, of course it needs to be sharpened." ”

The conversation between the master and servant has always been fluctuating, it's not that they will definitely have some communication barriers with each other, especially the calm and ordinary expressions on their faces, if outsiders listen to it, they will never think that they are talking about the bloody thing of killing people and sharpening knives on that spring rainy night.

At this moment, there was a loud voice from the other end of Lane 47, and a crowd of people rushed in that direction, Ning Que walked to the shop door curiously, glanced over there, and the expression on his face changed slightly.

I saw that under the arch guard of a group of men in green clothes, green pants and green boots, the middle-aged man who was still wearing a chic green shirt was talking to the bosses of the shop, with a gentle smile on his face, and he was talking and laughing from time to time, to the effect that I walked over and asked the bosses to rest assured that they would operate, and if there was anything else, they could be handed over to their subordinates.

As the middle-aged man confessed, the five or six men who had been standing silently behind him bowed their hands.

The middle-aged man in the green shirt would stop in front of each shop for a moment, say a few words, and appear to be extremely patient, and the subordinates around him also walked slowly with him, gradually walking towards the end of the street.

At this end of the street, there is a shop that sells calligraphy and ink, called Lao Bizhai.

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