Vol 4 Chapter 9: come to the door
There were already footsteps at the door, and Duanmu Lang entered the Accord led by another boy.
"Fu Mingsu! Hurry up! Help me! Our palace is flying like dogs!" Duan Mulang entered the room and sat directly in front of the tea table. "Crack!" He opened the folding fan and fanned it hastily.
Fu Mingsu put on his robe and sat behind the tea table, and poured a cup of tea for Duanmu Lang: "Little prince, what are you talking about? Who dares to make King Kang's mansion go crazy?"
Duan Mulang glanced at Fu Mingsu to know that he didn't believe him: "Let me ask you, do you still have the cup you gave my father?"
Fu Mingsu brought the tea in front of Duanmu Lang, and smiled with downcast eyes, a shrewd light flashed across his eyes, he still doesn't understand? This is not enough for one cup, I want to make a pair.
"It's a pity, that cup is unique." Fu Mingsu was a shrewd man, even if he was a royal family, he would not condone such an appetite, and that cup was indeed unique.
Duan Mulang took a sip from the teacup, puzzled: "Everyone's cups are paired, why is the one you gave my father the only one?"
"That's priceless." Fu Mingsu smiled slightly, picked up the teacup and drank tea.
"It's great now, lost it, where do you want me to get another one to coax my father?" Duanmu Lang depressedly put down his teacup, his wishful thinking completely shattered.
"Cough, cough, cough." Fu Mingsu was surprised and choked on water, "What, what? Lost it?"
Duanmu Lang glanced at him: "Yes, I lost it!" Duanmu Lang put away his folding fan angrily, and knocked on the table anxiously, "That's why I'm flying like a dog!"
Fu Mingsu was also surprised, it turned out that Duanmu Lang didn't imply that he would give him another cup, but lost that unique cup!
Duan Mulang looked at Fu Mingsu angrily: "You said you, Fu Mingsu, what you gave was not good, but it was delivered to my father's heart. As for your cup, my father likes to hold it to sleep, you know? ?!"
Duanmulang's angry words made Fu Mingsu a little secretly happy.
Duan Mulang continued to knock on the table with his folding fan: "Father lost his cup at noon, he was in a hurry, now the whole palace is looking for a quilt for him, and he said he couldn't find it, so he gouged out the eyes of all the maids on duty, let them I didn't pay attention to his cup. Originally, I wanted to come to you to get the exact same one to go back to coax my father. I thought that there would always be a pair of this kind of cups, but you didn't have any here! What do you say now? Fu Mingsu, I don't care , It was you who caused my palace to fly, you have to find a way for me!" Duan Mulang picked up the folding fan and pointed it at Fu Mingsu's face.
Fu Mingsu also showed regret, not to mention Kang Wang, he also liked the cup. He frowned worryingly, since the young prince has come to him for this matter, if he doesn't care about it, he will offend the young prince and King Kang.
"In this life, it was brought to me by a strange goods merchant..." Fu Mingsu slowly recalled, "The merchant said that the craftsmanship of this cup was made by some western elf, and it would never be made in the world. I also looked for it later. People want to imitate one, indeed, every craftsman in the capital can make it." When Fu Mingsu said these words, he was very mysterious, he leaned forward slightly, and looked at Duanmulang seriously, "Those reliefs on the surface of the cup Maybe it can be done, but the beauty in the cup is really—it can't be done, so this cup is a treasure. Tell me, how did you lose this cup?"
Duanmu Lang frowned, leaned forward slightly, and looked outside to make sure there was no one there, and said in a low voice: "You are not allowed to laugh when you say it."
Fu Mingsu immediately looked solemn.
Duanmu Lang curled his lips and raised his eyebrows, he was a bit of a dandy: "Didn't my father want this cup to sleep with him? He made a soft cushion for cups on the pillow of the couch where he took his lunch break. Usually he put the cups On the soft cushion, the same is true today. Then he said that when he was in a drowsy sleep, he saw a villain entered his room and took away his cup. He wanted to grab it, but found that he couldn’t move. It looks like being..." Duanmu Lang was shy, panting, as if his teeth were sore, he didn't have the face to say the following.
"Ghost presser?" It was Fu Mingsu who saw it and said it for Duan Mulang.
Duan Mulang nodded, feeling even more ashamed on his face: "My father said that the villain took the cup out of the window and flew away, and then he woke up and made noise until now. Tell me, who will believe this? It’s still a ghost bed? But if it’s fake, the cup is indeed missing! At that time, there were not only maids but also guards at my father’s door. Who would dare to come to my palace to steal things in broad daylight? Who would dare?! Even if you dare, there are so many eyes Why didn't you see it? Hey... Hey, do you think it's strange? Could it be that this cup... ran away with long legs? What was that cup you said just now? It was made by a Western goblin..."
"Elves..." Fu Mingsu explained.
"Hey!" Duan Mulang waved his hand, "Anyway, it's not a human being, so tell me... will this cup... hiss..." Duan Mulang suddenly grabbed Fu Mingsu by the collar, staring at him, "Okay Fu Mingsu! What kind of evil object did you send to my father!"
If it was an ordinary person, after being yelled at by the young prince and detained as an evil thing, he must have knelt down and begged for mercy. But Fu Mingsu was still calm, with a businessman's smile: "Little lord, the things made by elves are treasures, not evil ones, so...maybe it's just because they are treasures that...the monsters have taken a fancy to them?" Fu Mingsu's glib tongue turned from black to white in an instant.
Duan Mulang raised his eyebrows, with a puzzled look on his face: "Huh? Monster? Fu Mingsu, are you as confused as my father? Where did the monster come from?"
Fu Mingsu thought for a while, then took Duan Mulang's hand to grab his neck: "Little prince, I think the villain the old prince saw may be real."
"What?" Duan Mulang stepped back and looked at Fu Mingsu several times.
Fu Mingsu also saw that he didn't believe it: "Just wait for me." Fu Mingsu got up, went to the stairs next to the Accord, and walked up, where Fu Mingsu stored ancient books.
He opened an antique shop, so he wanted to cater to all kinds of elegant customers. Some officials liked to collect ancient books, especially manuscripts. Therefore, he has searched for many ancient books over the years.
Duan Mulang slowly opened the folding fan, drinking tea while shaking the fan, he wanted to see what kind of medicine was sold in Fu Mingsu's gourd?
After a while, Fu Mingsu came down with a bamboo slip in his hand, obviously not young.
Duanmulang watched him approach, and opened the bamboo slips on the tea table, on which was a seal script that was popular a thousand years ago, if not a person who studied calligraphy or studied ancient books, he might not be able to read all the characters on it.
Duanmulang was secretly surprised, and fixed his eyes on Fu Mingsu in front of him.
No matter how you look at it, Fu Mingsu is a businessman. There was a businessman's smile on his face, a businessman's shrewdness in his eyes, and he often went in and out of flower houses with them at night, but he was actually a learned scholar who could read ancient scrolls.