The female master reported to the palace master, the master is favored by the road

"Oh, luckily I didn't go back. I want all these colorful stones from the shopkeeper."

The pawnshop owner was not afraid of the visitor's identity, but he did not want to cause trouble.

Treating guests with an official and respectful tone, she said, "Miss, the multicolored stone belongs to this gentleman. We haven't agreed on the price yet."

When the woman heard this, she realized that there was a young man in white wearing a bamboo hat in the pawnshop.

She looked Linglong up and down, but in the end, because it was covered tightly, she couldn't see anything, so she simply gave up and said to Linglong in an arrogant tone: "Hey, these broken stones of yours, I want them, name a price."

Linglong, who was thinking about something, raised her eyes and looked at the other person when she heard this.

But this glance made Linglong, who had always been indifferent to appearance, stunned for a second. Her eyes fixed on the left side of the other person's nose and stayed there for a few seconds.

This person actually has a red mole on the left side of his nose that is similar to mine. It's really strange.

Seeing that the person in front of her didn't say anything, the Zhen Wang Ji Fei, who was used to being the center of attention, said unhappily, "How dare you! How dare I talk to you?"

Linglong retracted her gaze and tilted her head to look at the shopkeeper behind the counter who had a look of pity on his face. "Shopkeeper, please issue the invoice according to the price you said."

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the pawnshop became unusually quiet.

………………

Ji Feizheng was stunned for only two seconds, then he came to his senses, frowned, and shouted at Linglong: "How dare you! Someone, take off this bitch's hat for me. I want to see what this bitch looks like. How dare you ignore me like this?"

As soon as these words were spoken, two female guards in plain clothes walked in from outside, with steady steps.

When the shopkeeper behind the counter saw this, the smile disappeared from his face. When he looked at Ji Fei, his tone was respectful but his eyes were filled with coldness.

"Your Highness Prince Zhen, this is Yunxiao Pawn Shop!"

Ji Fei's face darkened when he heard this.

The young servant who was kicked down by Ji Fei just got up when he heard these words, and immediately thought that his chance to show off had come.

Thinking of this, he raised his hand and pointed at the shopkeeper who was wearing a bamboo green double-breasted gown behind the counter. Just as he was about to scold him, he was kicked in the waist again and fell to the ground again, this time hitting the counter.

The shopkeeper glanced at Ji Fei with disdain. The woman who beat up a man was a prince. This was the first time in Nanling.

Ji Fei retracted his foot, looked at the female shopkeeper behind the counter, and said, "Okay, the shopkeeper is right. This is Yunxiao Pawnshop. I will not do anything inside."

When he looked at Linglong, his face was full of malice: "Then I will wait for this bitch outside the pawnshop. Oh, and I will buy the colorful stone in the shopkeeper's hand at ten times the price."

After saying this, Ji Fei didn't bother to think about the two men's disrespectful behavior. He walked out of the pawnshop with a big laugh and in a good mood.

Ji Fei's attendants followed closely behind.

Only the shopkeeper and Linglongshi were left in the waiting hall.

The female shopkeeper looked at the lonely young man in white under the counter with a complicated expression.

How confident does this young man have to confront a woman whose identity he doesn't know?

"The shopkeeper?"

The indifferent and cold voice awakened the shopkeeper's wandering thoughts. He smiled apologetically and asked the young master in the hall, "Young master, have you agreed to the price I offered? Have you pawned your body?"

Linglong nodded without saying anything, and her hat tilted slightly with her movement.

The shopkeeper nodded upon seeing this, and stretched out his hand to the landscape screen on the side, making a gesture of invitation: "Okay, sir, please move to the side and sit for a while."

Linglong nodded again and walked towards the direction of the shopkeeper.

Looking at the nonchalant steps of the man in front of him, the shopkeeper had a complicated expression. This man might be a nobleman from some aristocratic family.

He shook his head and looked away, then called out loudly to the inner hall, "Xiao Ding, pour tea for the guests."

After she finished speaking, she lowered her head and quickly tapped the colorful stones on the handkerchief that were as big as her little fingertip.

Linglong came behind the screen, and the sunlight shone through the window lattice onto the pear wood tea table. The shadows of the rising tobacco added a touch of Zen to the tea room.

In the corner, a few blooming white lilacs add a touch of beauty to the quiet room.

He walked over to the tea table, lifted his robe and sat on the cushion, picked up a green teacup with his fingertips and played with it.

At this time, a little waiter with a veil on her face walked around the screen with a tray in her hand and was about to walk slowly towards her.

Linglong's movements did not change at all, and she said calmly: "I don't want tea, let's go."

The cold and indifferent male voice made the servant pause.

The waiter reacted quickly and steadied the tray in his hand, bowing to Linglong: "Yes, sir."

Yin Luo stood up and walked out.

The shopkeeper, who was counting twice, frowned when he saw the waiter coming out. He didn't say anything, but his hands moved much faster.

Time is like smoke, fading away bit by bit.

Just when Linglong's estimated time was about to arrive, the shopkeeper came around the screen with a tray in his hand.

Linglong stopped playing with the teacup and tilted her head.

The shopkeeper placed the tray on the tea table, moved away from it, and then spoke: "Sir, it's done. There are thirty-nine multicolored stones in total, and each one costs three hundred taels of silver, totaling 11,700 taels. Please take a look. If there is no problem, we will sign the receipt."

From her observation, the young man in front of him didn't like others getting too close to him.

Linglong put down the teacup, gathered her left sleeves, stretched out her right hand, picked up the two receipts from the tray, casually glanced at the scribbled handwriting, put the receipts down, switched her left and right hands, picked up the brush from the tray with her left hand, and wrote Danxu's name on the two receipts.

When the shopkeeper saw the ring on the right hand of the person in front of him, he felt that this person's identity was not simple. When he saw the other party's signature, he clenched his hands on both sides and looked at the young man wearing a hat.

It turned out that this person was the recently talked-about Young Master Dan Xu. Although she had never heard of Lousha Palace, the spies reported this morning that Dan Xu's internal strength was extraordinary.

"Shopkeeper, is it ok?"

Hearing this cold voice again, the shopkeeper did not dare to underestimate the visitor. He half leaned over and bowed in the direction of Linglong.

"That's enough, Master Danxu."

"Yeah." Linglong responded, picked up a pawn slip and a stack of banknotes on the tray, and stood up.

"Thanks, shopkeeper."

Seeing Linglong was about to go out the front door, the shopkeeper quickly said, "Sir, the front door is dangerous, there is a back door..."

"No need."

How could a princess with a status equivalent to that of a prince be unprepared when she wanted to deal with someone?

Besides, there are quite a few masters in the dark.

The shopkeeper looked at Linglong's back, thought of the people in the attic, packed up the tray, and walked quickly towards the inner hall.

……

As soon as Linglong stepped out of Yunxiao Pawnshop, she was surrounded. The pure white gauze curtain was blown up by the breeze.

Looking at the line of guards in plain clothes in front of her, she rubbed the ring on her right hand with her delicate fingertips.

“Tsk tsk tsk…, this is really miserable!”