Ye Xiuyan's smart brain was running rapidly, and she secretly guessed the identity of the young man: "It must not be as simple as the young owner of the Xuelin Bookstore." ”

"Yan girl."

Ye Jian tried to ask: "Do you agree with what they said?" ”

"I don't like bondage."

Ye Xiuyan thought for a while and shook her head slightly: "Although this is indeed a good opportunity to make a lot of money, I still have other things to do, painting is just a hobby, and I can't put too much energy into it." ”

"If you don't want to work with them, forget it."

Ye Jian's loving father who doted on his daughter was full of heart, and without the slightest hesitation, he readily agreed: "Dad will go to the county seat tomorrow and refuse the matter." ”

"Dad, don't be in a hurry."

Ye Xiuyan smiled slyly: "That young owner has an extraordinary background, and he won't stay in a small place like Lingyan County for a long time, and if my father goes after a while, maybe he will leave." ”

"Yes, yes, yes."

Ye Jian made three pairs in a row, and did not hide his fear of the youth: "You are still smart, Dad listens to you, wait for him to leave." ”

"Hee-hee."

Ye Xiuyan was amused, and her eyes were crooked into small crescents with a smile.

*

Lingyan County, Xuelin Bookstore.

"The prince is in Longquan Village?!"

The young man stood by the window with his hands behind his back, and when he heard the report of the attendant, his good-looking eyebrows narrowed slightly, covering the shock that flashed in his eyes.

"Yes."

Qian Yi bowed his head and stood respectfully, and replied after pondering: "The servant book and the servant sword are here, and from the meaning of their words, the prince lives in the Ye family." ”

The young man's eyebrows frowned: "You haven't seen the prince?" ”

"Nope."

Qian Yi was embarrassed: "The subordinates were discovered by the two of them before they could get close to the Ye family, and the prince just asked his subordinates to pass the word, and he had no intention of meeting." ”

"There's something strange about this."

The young man sensitively sensed that something was wrong, and his brows tightened: "How noble is the identity of the prince, there is no accident, how can he stay in the countryside." ”

"Less."

Qian Yi's heart trembled, and he peeked at the master's expression: "Do you want to send a message to the prince?" ”

"Not necessarily!"

The young man's mind was racing, and he had already guessed that it was roughly the same: "The waiter and the servant sword look as usual, which means that the prince is no longer in trouble, as for why he doesn't want to see us, maybe he hasn't been good yet, and he doesn't want outsiders to know." ”

Qian Yi has been following his master all the year round, and he is very convinced of his accurate judgment, and he is silent when he hears the words, without any objections.

"Less."

Qian Er asked tentatively: "We already know that the prince is in the countryside, and if we don't express a little sincerity, isn't it?" ”

The young man's slender fingers tapped a few times on the window edge, and he already had a plan: "You send a message to Xun Lin and ask him to come to the countryside." ”

Qian Er was stunned for a moment, unable to believe it: "Xun Lin? ”

Xun Lin is a painter who has been in the limelight in recent years, and a painting madman with a picture of Luo Shen flying snow sold tens of millions of taels of silver, which belongs to the legendary existence in the calligraphy and painting world.

The young man glanced at him coldly and spit out two words: "As soon as possible." ”

"Yes."

Qian Er's heart trembled, he didn't dare to delay any longer, took two steps back, and bowed down.

Why do you let Xunlin come to the countryside?

Could it be that the little girl who draws illustrations?

Qian Yi stood with his head bowed, looking as usual, but in fact, his heart was already overturned, and he was shocked.

*

Three days later, Longquan Village.

Lin Jingcheng recuperated for more than half a month, and his injuries gradually recovered. He has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and he is used to smelling chickens and dancing and sweating like rain.

I have been lying in bed for more than ten days, and I am tired of lying sore.

Finally waited until the bones healed and could get out of bed and move, he couldn't wait to change into a clean black clothes, and walked out of the yard with his sore shoulders.