Chapter 1209: Out of Nothing Jedi Strikes Back (5)
Chapter 1209 Out of Nothing Jedi Counterattack (5)
Geng Yun took a white handkerchief, wiped his hands, and stood up.
Geng Xin asked: "Brother, where are you going?"
"Relax." Geng Yun said lightly, and left the study without looking back.
…
On the noisy street, Princess Deqing, the court ladies, and Eleven Niang wandered aimlessly. They felt that the coachman was in the way, so they asked the coachman to go back first and come to pick them up at noon.
The palace maid pointed to a shell necklace and said: "People in southern Xinjiang really know how to do business. They eat the shell meat first, and then make necklaces from their shells. I dare not wear them when I think of the smell of shell meat. "
Princess Deqing walked to the stall, picked up the colorful shell necklace and said, "I think it looks pretty."
The owner of the stall is a young man. Hearing Princess Deqing's words, he burst into laughter immediately: "Girl has good eyesight! This is the most beautiful necklace I have here! It's not shells, it's tortoiseshell, colorful tortoiseshell!"
"There are also seven-color tortoise shells? I have always only had amber ones." Princess Deqing said, and said to the maid: "Give me the money."
The court lady pulled Princess Deqing aside and said in a low voice: "Princess, this color is painted on, not the real seven-colored tortoiseshell, he lied to you."
Princess Deqing put the tortoiseshell necklace in front of the stall owner: "Did you draw it yourself? Isn't it natural?"
The young man probably knew that he had met an expert, so he stopped trying to fool the little girls, and said gently: "The little one didn't say that it is natural, the color on it is indeed painted, but just because it is painted That's why it's worth it!"
"How do you say that?" Princess Deqing asked wonderingly.
The young man smiled and explained: "The small one was painted by the master of the poetry club. Do you think the master's works are worthless? But girl, you are so kind, the small one will not make you money. Five hundred yuan a piece, a loss." Sell it to you!"
"Five hundred cash is still a loss?" Eleven Niang shouted: "This kind of tortoiseshell doesn't even cost money in our village! Just pick it up!"
The young man's complexion is not very good-looking: "The tortoiseshell itself is not worth much, but am I an ordinary tortoiseshell? I asked the master of the poetry club to paint the color! A country bumpkin, do you understand? If you don't understand, just ask Look up! Girl, do you want to buy it? If you don’t buy it, don’t stand here and block my business!”
Almost guessed that the business failed, so he didn't bother to apologize.
To Princess Deqing, 500 Wen is not even superficial. For shopping, it is just a novelty. Princess Deqing is planning to give the money. When he said this, Princess Deqing dropped the necklace again and walked away. .
The three of them went to several shops selling tortoise shell necklaces, and they all drew some patterns, saying that they were produced by the masters of the Poetry Club. They didn't buy the necklace of Princess Deqing in their pockets, but they became interested in the Poetry Club.
"Ping'er, where is the poetry fair?"
"yes."
Ping'er came back after inquiring about it, and reported: "Princess, it is an elegant place on Changming Street. It is named after the Poetry Club. In fact, it is a place where literati and poets meet friends with elegance. Painting, chess and piano."
Princess Deqing is interested: "Come on, let's go and see!"
A group of people arrived at the Poetry Club on Changming Street. Just at this time, a black-lit carriage also stopped at the entrance of the Poetry Club. The curtain was lifted, and a handsome man in black brocade suit bowed gracefully. , came out.
The sunlight hit his almost transparent white skin, giving it a glamorous beauty.
Princess Deqing paused.
In the Poetry Club, a young book boy came out to welcome him, and cupped his hands with a folding fan: "Young Master Wushuang is here? Please hurry up! People are learning calligraphy today!"
(end of this chapter)