Never divorce, never stop getting rich

The calligraphy and painting master skill is a skill that the system forcibly binds to Qian Qiansui.

Qian Qiansui initially thought it was just a treasure appraisal skill, but later discovered that this skill could also be used to create calligraphy and paintings, and even copy antiques to a level that was indistinguishable from the real thing.

Qian Qiansui has no interest in making money by selling fake paintings against her conscience, but that doesn't stop her from using this skill to trick Fu Zichan. After all, she is only the marquis's wife, not the marquis.

She still understands the concept of "a fox borrowing the power of a tiger to bully others". With Fu Zichan's handwriting and Fu Zichan's seal and personal stamp, who can say that the Marquis is not the one behind her?

After Wen Chun asked that question, he knew that there would be no answer. He was anxious, but he couldn't bear to lose his temper with Qian Qiansui. He even did not forget to arrange Qian Qiansui's next destination while he was angry.

He hated himself for not being ruthless, and regretted that he had personally tried to assassinate the Marquis that day. In the end, the assassination failed and he ended up losing the money.

"Are you angry?" Qian Qiansui took advantage of the fact that they were alone in the carriage, hooked his arm around Wen Chun's neck, fed him a piece of preserved peach, and coaxed him, "I found someone who can imitate and imitated the Marquis' handwriting."

Looking at those eyes with distinct black and white, Wen Chun's heart softened and his anger disappeared.

He knew clearly that this evil woman was deceiving her again, and that the Qian family was just a legitimate business family. She was completely isolated and helpless after marrying into the Marquis's Mansion, so how could she have the ability to find a master of counterfeiting? But he still lowered his head and was willing to be deceived.

Qian Qiansui also knew that he didn't believe it, but so what? This young man came to her on his own initiative, and she wouldn't stop him from leaving. If they could cooperate, they would cooperate, and if they could talk about feelings, they would talk about feelings.

In her previous life, she had long passed the age of pure campus love. Now that she could spare time to coax him, it was already the greatest kindness she could show to men.

Of course, it was also because this young man was pure and innocent, and because he was the one who caused the assassination attempt, so he couldn't help feeling a little guilty.

Time was running out, and the Pingqiao County Magistrate would take care of the follow-up matters. She left with Shi Niangzi and her current cook Su Xin amid the envy, excitement and curiosity of the people of Pingqiao.

There is a Chiya Peak next to Pingqiao County. Across the Chiya Peak, at the foot of the mountain is Chiya County. The last person Qian Qiansui is looking for is here.

"Mrs. Cheng raised her gun and shouted at the people in the yard, 'Let my father go! I'm willing to join the army in his place!'"

The old storyteller on the stage slammed the gavel and said loudly: "The young general who came to recruit soldiers in the courtyard sneered and said, "You are a woman, what use are you? You'd better get married quickly, raise children and serve your parents-in-law."

Qian Qiansui glanced around secretly. Surprisingly, most of the people in the teahouse were women, many of whom were dressed like they came from wealthy families. When these women heard what the storyteller said, they all showed dissatisfaction. What's worse, one girl was so angry that she slammed the table.

The few remaining male guests dared not speak out and could only nod quietly and cover up their anger by drinking tea.

"Isn't this the story of Madam Cheng joining the army in her father's place? Do you like listening to this? There are many better stories in the capital. Why do you have to come here to listen to an old man's story?"

Wen Chun thought Qian Qiansui was looking for some extraordinary person again. After all, Su Xin was a skilled cook. But who knew that the person Qian Qiansui was looking for in Chiya Town was actually a storyteller.

"No hurry, no hurry, let's listen slowly."

Qian Qiansui found it interesting. She had Mulan in her previous life, and in this life she met Madam Cheng. It can be seen that no matter in which time and space, there will always be such bold and resolute women who dare to challenge the world.

Wen Chun listened patiently to the old man's account of the ups and downs of the battlefield, and gradually became fascinated. Qian Qiansui smiled when she saw this. This was within her expectations. There was no one in the world who didn't like listening to this old man talk.

"If you want to know what happened next time, let's listen to the explanation!"

The gavel fell, and everyone woke up. The shouts and the smell of blood around them dissipated, and they realized that they had never left and had been sitting in this quiet teahouse all the time.

Wen Chun was about to draw his sword in a blink of an eye, but was stopped by Qian Qiansui.

"There's something wrong with this old man."

"No problem, I won't look for him anymore." When Qian Qiansui saw the old man get off the stage, she also stood up and followed him backstage.

The old man walked out of the back alley, and Qian Qiansui followed closely behind him with Wen Chun. The old man was very helpless. Standing at the entrance of the alley, he turned around and said, "Madam, do you have something to ask me? If you want to listen to a book, come back tomorrow. I'm here every day."

"I want to talk to the old man."

Seeing the other party's smile fade away and his eyes become alert, Qian Qiansui pointed at the wonton stall opposite and said, "Don't go far, it's right across the street. I know the old man's ability, but my guard is also a rare genius in the world."

The old man was skeptical, but he did not run away. He took Qian Qiansuizhen to the wonton stall opposite.

After ordering three bowls of wontons, Qian Qiansui got straight to the point and said, "In your opinion, what constitutes a good world?"

The old man was trembling, but he didn't give a perfunctory answer. He replied seriously: "Everyone can have enough food and warm clothes, have a roof over their heads, children can go to school, young people can earn money, and the elderly are no longer lonely and helpless.

The most important thing is that the people have hope and a future, rather than a stagnant and lifeless life."

"Old gentleman, don't you want fairness?" Qian Qiansui was surprised. The person he had seen in the book had his mind full of the utopia he wanted, otherwise he would not have been used by Fu Zichan and became the most brainwashed staff member under Fu Zichan.

"Fair? What is fair?" The old man actually laughed out loud, shook his head and said, "How can there be such a thing as fair in this world?"

“Absolute fairness does not exist, but relative fairness is not completely impossible.”

Qian Qiansui was eating wontons while stealing glances at the old man. It was said that no one had ever seen this man's true face, and no one knew what he looked like.

The old man didn't seem to care and was about to leave after eating the wontons.

"It's good that you have such an idea, madam, but you'd better go home as soon as possible and read less storybooks." The old man wiped his mouth, left the copper coin for the wontons, and left with his hands behind his back.

When Wen Chun saw that Qian Qiansui didn't move, she thought she had given up.

"Do you know who he is?" Qian Qiansui drank the last mouthful of wonton soup and looked at the old man's back from afar.

"I don't know." Wen Chun didn't need to remember too many people, because those who needed him to remember had already died under his sword.

"Do you know the Bilian Sect a few years ago?" Wen Chun said in a low voice.

"Yes, the leader gathered nearly 100,000 people to his side. Eventually, the sect was dealt with by the royal family, and the leader disappeared. No one knows what the leader looks like, how old he is, or what his past is."

"Follow him, knock him out and bring him back to the academy." Qian Qiansui watched the old man running away quickly. There was not a word of truth in his mouth.

"What?" Wen Chun was puzzled.

"He's the leader of the Bilian Cult." Qian Qiansui stood up and said, "If we meet him, we'll knock him out, gag him, and tie him to the roof of the car."