Chapter 390

"It's not right now. You have to take your drawings in. If you've seen them and are interested, you can go in." The boy didn't look at the silver, but he just looked into the eyes of Du Cao.

So weird?

Although Du Cao thinks this rule is very strict, it's understandable. After all, talented people are proud.

Also don't wriggle, took out own blueprint: "thank you little brother."

Du Cao grinned and gave the young man a piece of silver, which was a little bit of his heart.

This little girl, looking at her young age, was as cunning as if she were a little fox. The little girl nodded and turned to go in. After a while, she came out again.

Looking at Du Cao's eyes, a little more shocked: "Sir, please go in."

Du Cao knows that as long as he is a real craftsman, he will not miss this opportunity.

"Thank you, brother."

Du Cao chuckles, cleverly follows the boy and walks towards the backyard.

After entering the backyard, looking at the pavilion, Du Cao was more sure that he could do what he wanted.

"Girl, in front of us is our husband's room. You can go there by yourself." The boy took the duckweed to the door, turned and left.

Duckweed touched his nose, came forward and knocked on the door gently: "Sir, may I come in?"

"Come in, please."

The voice inside was not old. Du Cao Cao thought that such a craftsman would be in his fifties, but he didn't expect to see a gentle man in his early thirties.

This man, dressed in green clothes, sat there quietly, sipping tea and reading books. He didn't look like a man of work, but rather like an eminent monk.

Du Cao is a little tangled. Did he go to the wrong house?

"How do you do, sir? I'm in the hay. I have something to ask for your help." Du Cao blessed the body towards the man and behaved himself.

When the man heard this, he put down his teacup and said with a smile, "did you draw this drawing?"

Du Cao looked at the drawing in his hand, and then he was sure that he was not in the wrong door.

Nodded: "yes, I drew it."

"Well, I really have an idea. I need three days to make it. Do you know my rules?" The man's face is expressionless, and he talks slowly.

But I don't know why, there is a kind of unspeakable oppressive feeling in Du Cao.

"As like as two peas, what a little girl likes to do is what she love."

Duckweed was a little nervous and his voice was much lower.

"Money is the second most important rule. As long as it's a drawing I like, I'll copy it. Would you like it?" The man gazed into the eyes of duckweed and said his condition.

Naturally, I don't want to. This is an exclusive patent!

Du Cao some tangled: "Sir, I can pay a thousand gold reward, but this drawing, really can't spread."

"Of course I don't pass it on." The man chuckled: "if you don't want to, please be clever!"

Should it be so cold?

Du Cao frowned and nodded his head reluctantly: "I'm all listening to you, sir. May I have your name?"

"Qianji Pavilion is naturally called Qianji." The man lightly returned Du grass a, stand up, open the door behind, exposed another world.

Du Cao fixed his eyes on it. Oh, good guy, you have everything you need! Let's not say anything else. The props in this room are also right. It's called Qianji Pavilion.

Duckweed was a little worried just now, but now there is no more.

"Thank you very much, sir. It's just that I need it urgently. I'd better make one in seven days." Du Cao looked at Qianji with some bad intentions.

"Enough time."

Thousand machine also ignore Du grass, go in directly, begin to operate.

Du Cao knows that it's time to go, but even when doing such rough work, it's also slowly. It seems that what he is carving is not an ordinary piece of wood, but a work of art. This man's hand is so beautiful.

Du Cao couldn't help looking at his hand more. Then he turned around and walked out.

The thing that agrees Feng to leave is almost, Du Cao also should plan his own thing well.The prince of Fengyang state visited and lived in the capital. Many ambitious people were staring at the fat meat.

During this period of time, huangfuchi had been forbidding his feet at home. He was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. Now it's time to finally get out of the house and head for Fengli's post station.

It's a pity that Feng Li and Ji Shumo went for an outing in the suburbs.

Mu Qingrong sighed at Huang Fuchi's eagerness and said in a low voice, "shiziye is better to be stable recently. My father is going to be promoted soon. The position of minister of the Ministry of war will be vacant. This is a good opportunity for shiziye."

"What?" Huang Fuchi is at home these days, so the news is naturally closed.

Mu Qingrong patiently said again: "shiziye, now is a good opportunity for you. These days, I have been saying good things about you in front of my father. My father has been moved and will probably recommend you."

Huang Fuchi never thought that happiness would come so suddenly.

He frowned and looked at Mu Qingrong: "I thought you would let your own Mu family inherit it. Your elder brother, Mu Yanli, why didn't he do it?"

It's really unusual.

Mu Qingrong chuckled and then said in a low voice, "my elder brother, who only wants to study, only wants to do scientific research. He is the material of a speech officer and can't be the Minister of the Ministry of war."

That seems to make sense.

Huangfu nodded later: "OK, go and show me where the third son of the Zhao family has gone with the prince?"

"The prince of Fengyang state is also a romantic person. She has been drunk all this time. The girl in purple has come to report a letter." Mu Qingrong chuckled, his eyes disdained.

Speaking of this, Huangfu was late to remember who was the cause of his misfortune!

Clench your fists, and your pupils contract: "where's the weed?"

How about a weed?

How did Mu Qingrong not expect that huangfuchi still had the heart to care about that little girl now?

"She was driven out by the palace. She said that she ruined her appearance and opened a small shop in the capital, which is still called mocaoxuan."

Mo Cao Xuan's opening ceremony was so noisy that Mu Qingrong was not a fool. How could he not have heard of it?

Are you disfigured?

Huangfu didn't know why he heard that the little girl's face was destroyed. After that, her face became extremely ugly. He frowned and said coldly, "are you really disfigured? Is it because of the fire in the palace? "

"Shizi, this girl is evil. Now she's very quiet. Let's not provoke her?" Mu Qingrong frowned a little impatient.