The wall of the Prime Minister's Mansion is not as high as Han Yue imagined, and you can enter a small alley by climbing over the wall. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info A few days ago, she showed some of the manuscripts to the little master, and unsurprisingly received praise.

Han Yue lobbied the young master with a three-inch tongue, asking him to agree to go out to find a buyer by himself, and the money he earned could be divided into five or a half.

After receiving the promise, Han Yue hid her eyes and ears and climbed over the wall.

A beautiful boy appeared on the street, dressed in white tunic brocade, with a folding fan, his hair curled in a blue jade ring and poured down, a pair of heroic thick eyebrows, with a pair of black grape-like eyes, the whole jade tree is windy and graceful.

This person is Han Yue, who is dressed as a man!

This men's dress is more suitable for her than the maid's suit, Aunt Rong was stunned, and even the little young master who lent her clothes didn't come back to her senses for a long time.

According to the miscellaneous Han Yue, this place is Yongning, Kyoto, in the Southern Wei Kingdom. She stood in the middle of the market, and her ears were filled with the sounds of all kinds of sales and noisy bargaining, and her eyes were filled with people and traffic.

Along the way, Han Yue kept smacking her tongue, and for the first time she saw what a downtown is, and for the first time she saw what Kyoto was. Of course, compared with the new century, it is certainly slightly inferior. But it's ancient times! If it is compared with the capital staged on TV, it is even better.

Han Yue lingered at each stall, and finally ran to her destination.

"Hello, auntie! May I ask you, do you know which bookstore is the biggest in the city? ”

Han Yue casually grabbed a black and thin aunt and asked, maybe it was more kind to look at her black and thin appearance, and in the large crowd, she chose her.

"Childe, the old woman doesn't know, you can ask other sons in the past, they should be clear."

Han Yue was really right when she heard this, those sons and brothers should be in and out of the book store from time to time.

From a distance, I saw a young man walking towards Han Yue, dark purple brocade with a white belt, and a round white jade was inlaid on the belt, the same color as the hairband on his head, his delicate facial features were like a fine work of art, the workmanship was extremely exquisite, and he had a bit of majesty.

"Childe, Xiaosheng is polite! Can you tell me which is the largest bookstore in the area? ”

Han Yue stepped forward in two steps and used the costume drama in her memory to grasp the etiquette.

The man in purple replied with a smile: "I am about to go, and my son can go with me." ”

"That's great, please!"

The folding fan in Han Yue's hand "snapped" open, took advantage of the situation to fan a few times, and followed the man in purple.

"Childe thinks it's hot in autumn?"

Han Yue took a step behind the purple-clothed man, so her gaze stayed on the man's ears. He had a pair of small and delicate ears, and his fair complexion had a faint layer of fluff that was difficult to see unless it was in a light curtain. Her train of thought was still on the man's straight back, and she was stunned for two seconds when she suddenly saw the man turn his head to look at her.

"Huh? Oh! Childe is so handsome! ”

"Huh?"

Han Yue suddenly wanted to slap herself, what is this!

"Rude faux pas! What did Childe just ask? ”

The man in purple smiled secretly from an angle that Han Yue couldn't see, this little guy is very interesting, and I don't know which son it is.

"I see you holding a folding fan, and this is late autumn, I don't know if you are so angry, it seems that you are still young!"

When Han Yue heard this, she looked down at the folding fan in her hand, and then looked at the other people on the street, and suddenly understood, maybe the son here doesn't always carry a fan.

"I'm used to holding things in my hands, as if I'm holding my own life, and I feel a little safe."

Han Yue said with a smile, with three points of drama and seven points of seriousness on her face.

"Holding your own life?"

The purple-clothed man's eyes deepened a few minutes, and after a few seconds, he returned to his previous demeanor.

"It's here, let's go inside! Please! ”

Han Yue was also not polite, and walked forward following the guidance of the man in purple.

Juya Bookstore, indeed elegant and chic, divided into two layers, rows of bookshelves neatly placed many books, and various colors of paper are placed on the shelves in different grades, exquisite calligraphy and paintings are hung on the walls. The shopkeeper of the bookstore is a man in his thirties, with a mustache, hair that naturally hangs down on his shoulders, and a long robe with wide sleeves, which has a bit of a fairy temperament.

"World ......"

"Uncle Qi, this is a friend I just met, he may have something to do with you."

The man in purple interrupted the shopkeeper's words and led Han Yue to the front to introduce.

"This son is a good face, but he has only recently arrived in Yongning City."

Uncle Qi looked at Han Yue with a smile and a gentle gaze.

"Uncle Qi, Xiaosheng is polite! Indeed, as you said, I recently came to Beijing and came to you to sell my manuscripts because of my living difficulties. ”

Uncle Qi thought about it, this son is polite and extraordinary, not like a person who can sell manuscripts. Since he said so, I complied.

"In Xia Qimeng, I don't know what to call the son?"

"Xiaosheng Han Ziyue, this is the manuscript, please take a look."

Han Yue casually made up a name, and then took out the manuscript in her arms and handed it to Qi Meng.

The man in purple had been observing from the side, and when he saw that Han Yue really had a manuscript, he leaned over, and as Qi Meng flipped through the pages, he finally looked at Han Yue in surprise.

"Is this really Childe's doing?"

"Yes! If it weren't for the financial shard, I wouldn't have sold my unfinished manuscripts. ”

Han Yue's face was a little shy red, and in the eyes of the man in purple, it was the arrogance of the scholar who was making trouble.

"Childe, how are you going to ask for the price?"

Qi Meng closed the manuscript, and he understood that this book would be popular.

"One hundred taels!"

Han Yue opened his mouth with a lion. One hundred taels? That's enough for a poor family to eat for a lifetime. She herself only has three pennies a month, and she doesn't know who gave her the courage.

The man in purple also felt incredible. A book of all of us on the market is only a few dozen pieces of silver, and this unfinished manuscript, a hundred taels, has indeed passed.

"I'm afraid the small store can't afford it!"

Qi Meng smiled, with seriousness in his eyes.

"Since that's the case, then Uncle Qi will make a price!"

Han Yue knows how to convert the currency exchange rate of the ancients! She just said it casually.

"Ten taels!"

Wow Ka Ka! It's a cheap sale!

"Deal! But...... Xiao Sheng thinks that maybe you will still look for me, and then you can bring a hundred taels to the shopkeeper of the 'Suiyuan Teahouse', and you may be able to find me." ”

Han Yue's smiling eyebrows were full of confidence, which made the man in purple even more curious about the manuscript.

Qi Meng smiled, took ten taels of silver from the silver bag and handed it to Han Yue.

Coming out of Juya's bookstore, Han Yue went straight to Suiyuan Teahouse. Passing by this teahouse before, she felt that the name of the shop was very good.

"Xiao Er, is your shopkeeper available?" Han Yue sat still, her fingers tapping lightly on the tabletop.

"Yes!" Xiao Er skillfully wiped the tabletop, and then put the rag on his shoulder.

"Bring a good pot of tea, and then invite your shopkeeper."

Han Yue glanced at the price list on the side of the counter and said confidently.