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"Miss...what do you want to ask? I will tell you everything I know."

"Come, come, Taoist priest, take a seat!" Liu Qingyin sat in front of the signboard of "Fifteen Years of Divine Calculation". The Taoist priest sat in the guest seat. People coming and going cast surprised glances at him.

"Master, what is your name?"

"I'm a poor Taoist, what's the matter, young lady?"

"Master Qing Fang, you have a wide view from this position. Has anything strange happened on this street?"

"Strange things?" Taoist Qing Fang thought, "There are so many people coming and going in Yaoguang Street, it seems that there is nothing strange going on."

"Oh? Taoist priest, please think about it again." Liu Qingyin raised his eyebrows.

"If there's anything strange, it's Chaoyue Pavilion. I saw several women enter Chaoyue Pavilion one after another, and they didn't come out before I closed my stall."

"What kind of woman is this? Why do you have such an impression of her?"

"I remember those women because it was summer, but they were wearing cloaks and wrapped themselves up tightly."

"Will they work in Chaoyue Pavilion?"

"No, Chaoyue Pavilion is full of men, there are no women working there. The owner of Chaoyue Pavilion is not in the capital, so she can't be the owner's concubine. As for whether she has a relationship with the men working in the store, that is unknown."

"Isn't the boss of Chaoyue Pavilion in Shangjing?" Liu Qingyin asked.

"Chaoyue Pavilion is spread all over Dongling, but the owner is very mysterious and rarely appears. Almost no one has ever seen him. The workers and the shopkeeper said that the owner does not live in Shangjing."

"I see. Thank you very much!" Liu Qingyin stood up and was about to leave. "By the way, Taoist Qing Fang, please read more books and do less cheating."

"Miss, you are absolutely right. I will leave now."

Liu Qingyin walked towards Chaoyue Pavilion, looking left and right.

"Hey, have you heard? Mr. Wang's strange disease has been cured." The two women talked as they walked, which aroused Liu Qingyin's desire to gossip. She slowed down her pace and walked forward with the two women.

"Really? Doesn't Mr. Wang have green hair all over his body? Can this be cured? Where did you get it cured? I'll take my dad to see a doctor later to treat his chronic illness."

Liu Qingyin instantly imagined the scene of growing green hair. Although it was not nice, she couldn't help but laugh.

"It's in Miaoshan Hall, on Dongyue Road. It just opened not long ago, but the doctors are really amazing. They have cured many difficult and complicated diseases. The consultation fee and medicine are very cheap."

"I heard that she is a female doctor who often goes to the surrounding areas of Shangjing to provide free medical consultations and medicines. She is simply a living Bodhisattva."

"This is really an honor for us women. I will take my father to Miaoshan Hall in a few days."

"Doctors have a kind heart, and it has been like this since ancient times." Liu Qingyin sighed.

"Miss, what do you need? Our store has everything, including calligraphy and paintings, pens, ink, paper and inkstones." A young man came forward with a smile.

"Is there..." Liu Qingyin didn't know what to make up for a moment. She just took a look to see if there was anything strange. The young man looked at her expectantly.

"...Folding fan?!" The image of Ye Hansheng holding a folding fan suddenly flashed in her mind.

"Yes, the fan is over here, young lady, please come this way."

Liu Qingyin looked around Chaoyue Pavilion. It had two floors. The first floor seemed to have some calligraphy and paintings, brushes and ink, and ornaments such as jade pendants and folding fans.

"What kind of folding fan would you like to choose, girl?" asked the young man.

"What kind are they?"

"We have landscape paintings, flower paintings, plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum paintings, as well as dragons, phoenixes, tigers and leopards and poems. Of course, if the girl is not satisfied with any of them, our shop can also customize the fan. The girl will describe the picture, and the painter will draw the sample picture. After the girl is satisfied, he will paint it on the fan."

"It doesn't have to be that complicated. Pick out a few bamboo-patterned folding fans for me to see."

"Okay." The young man was busy looking for a fan at the counter.

Liu Qingyin carefully observed every place in the store. She walked to the north wall, which was a whole shelf with many exquisite porcelain ornaments. At this time, the sunlight shone in, and the ornaments on this shelf looked sparkling.

At this moment, she discovered that there was a blue and white porcelain jar covered with fingerprints. It was not obvious when there was no sunlight, but under the blessing of sunlight, the fingerprints on the jar were particularly obvious. This was an extremely ordinary piece of porcelain, nothing special about it. Liu Qingyin instinctively reached out to touch it, but a hand reached out to block her.

"Miss, this is our store's decorative porcelain. It is not for sale. If you like it, you can make an appointment for customization." The young man said with a smile.

"I see. I was a bit rude. I just thought the porcelain vase was really pretty."

"Girl, your fan is ready. Come this way, please."

"Okay, let me take a look." Liu Qingyin's intuition told her that there must be something wrong with this porcelain bottle covered with fingerprints.

The young man took out a dozen fans with bamboo patterns. In order not to arouse suspicion, Liu Qingyin opened them one by one, pretending to choose carefully, and finally chose a folding fan with a green bamboo pattern.

"This one is nice. How much is it?" She waved the folding fan in her hand.

"Young girl, you have a very good eye. The ribs of this fan are made of warm Lantian jade, the fan cover is made of satin silk cotton paper from Hecheng, and the green bamboo painting is from the hand of Mr. Ziyang, a famous artist from Dongling. It is a rare and exquisite product." The young man introduced the extraordinary features of the fan with saliva flying.

This is the rhythm of asking for a higher price. Liu Qingyin said, "Just tell me how much it is?"

The guy held up five fingers.

“5...5...two?” Liu Qingyin widened her eyes!

The waiter shook his head and said, "Young lady, you are joking. Five taels can't even buy this satin paper. This one costs 5 taels!"

"50 taels???!!!" Poverty really limits my imagination. An ordinary fan costs 50 taels.

"Miss, do you want to pay in cash, or do you want me to send you to your house and then take the money?"

"Well... I suddenly remembered that my dog ​​just gave birth and is in confinement now. I'll talk to you later. I'm leaving now!"

Liu Qingyin hurriedly left Chaoyue Pavilion, "This Chaoyue Pavilion must have done this on purpose, using the price to scare me away!"

"Miss, are you here to buy a folding fan? Why don't you take a look at what I have here to see if there is anything that catches your eye?" came an elegant voice.

Following the sound, she saw a stall next to Chaoyue Pavilion, selling all kinds of folding fans and oil-paper umbrellas. The patterns on each one were very elegant. Liu Qingyin walked over and took a look at the hanging folding fans.

"Look at this, girl." The boss in a light blue gown handed over a fan.

Liu Qingyin opened it and saw, wow, isn’t this the same as that satin silk floss fan? The green bamboo pattern on it is almost exactly the same.

"This... this is almost the same as the one in Chaoyue Pavilion." Liu Qingyin said.

The blue-clothed boss said: "Of course they are incomparable. This fan was painted by me, with ordinary paper, and the fan ribs are made of polished green bamboo that I planted."

Liu Qingyin looked at the boss in front of her. He was gentle and elegant, not like a businessman at all. He was a real elegant gentleman.

"The boss doesn't look like a businessman, but more like a well-read scholar."

The man in blue said with a tearful laugh, "I am indeed a scholar, but my family has fallen into poverty, so I have no choice but to turn to this lowly business."

"No, no, no, you misunderstood. That's not what I meant. You make money through your own efforts. It's not lowly at all. Any clean way of making money is not lowly. The folding fan you made yourself is very beautiful, no worse than the ones made by Chaoyue Pavilion."

"Thank you for your comfort, young lady. My name is Zhao Yunyi. May I ask your name?" The man in blue bowed.

"I'm Liu Qingyin, nice to meet you. I like this fan very much. How much is it?"

Zhao Yunyi smiled and held up five fingers.

Liu Qingyin took two steps back, "Isn't it also 50 taels?"

"Hahaha," Zhao Yunyi laughed, "Miss, you misunderstood. This fan costs 5 cents."

"I was so scared. I thought all the shops on Yaoguang Street were shady." Liu Qingyin let out a long sigh.

"I've paid this money on behalf of Miss Liu. Boss, take it. No need to give change." Mo Chen paid the silver to Zhao Yunyi.

Liu Qingyin turned around and saw this strangely familiar person again, "Thank you, Master Mo Chen, why are you here?"

"I was free and had nothing to do, so I took a leave to come and stroll around Yaoguang Street. I saw from behind that it looked like Miss Liu, so I came over to take a look."

"Can I have a look at this folding fan?"

"Of course, please come in, sir." Liu Qingyin handed over the fan.

Mo Chen took the fan and opened it to admire it. "Well, it's really good. Miss Liu has good taste. I like it very much. Would you be so presumptuous as to ask Miss Liu to give it to me?"

"You are so shameless!" Ye Hansheng stepped forward and pulled Liu Qingyin behind him.

"I was wondering who it was, it turned out to be Master Ye. I was asking about A Yin, so it has nothing to do with Master Ye."

Hearing Mo Chen calling Liu Qingyin "A Yin", Ye Hansheng became inexplicably angry, "You think you can call me A Yin?"

"What? Is it only Young Master Ye who can do it? Who are you to Ayin?" Mo Chen asked jokingly.

"What does it have to do with you!" Ye Hansheng reached out to grab the fan from Mo Chen's hand, but Mo Chen dodged it.

Liu Qingyin was confused. What was going on? She quickly stepped forward to stop the fight. "There are so many people here. Don't do it."

The fan was snatched away by Ye Hansheng as expected. He held the fan in one hand and grabbed Liu Qingyin's arm with the other. Just as he was about to pull her over, Mo Chen quickly pulled Liu Qingyin's other arm.

Just like that, in broad daylight, in the open air, the innocent Liu Qingyin was pulled in the middle by the two of them...

"What kind of magical placeholder is this..." Liu Qingyin looked around and felt miserable.