Crazy Xiuxian, boundless magic power

Lai Fu had not read many books and could not describe their beauty. He could only shed two lines of nosebleed again as a sign of respect.

Shi Qinghuayi already knew that the person outside the door was not the owner. When she opened the door, she saw a strange man with a nosebleed. Shi Qing could not help but ask:

"what happened to you?"

"It's okay, I'm fine..."

Lai Fu wiped the blood from his nose with his other sleeve, leaving another blood mark on his face, which was exactly symmetrical with the previous one. He said:

"I am a servant of the Sun family in the west of the city. I am here with Madam Qian's greeting card, asking to see Master Feng Yin. Please come to the Sun family for a chat."

Shi Qinghuayi thought there would be news about the owner, but he looked dejected when he heard this.

"Please come back."

After saying that, Shi Qinghuayi closed the door without waiting for Lai Fu to speak.

Only Lai Fu was left, disheveled in the wind.

Did you make a mistake!

Alas, Sun family!

Mrs. Qian’s greeting card!

Not to mention ordinary people, even the county magistrate's servant had to respectfully offer tea and inform Madam Qian when he received her visiting card.

In this Buffalo.

Who wouldn’t give the Sun family some face?

Who doesn’t want to be related to the Sun family?

Whose door looks like this?

This……

This……

How can I report this?

While Lai Fu was in a daze, the door creaked open again.

Got it!

Here comes an old monk, holding a baby!

Lai Fu, who was well-informed, could not help but stand there in a daze.

Who would keep a monk at home for no reason?

Which monk is holding a baby?

Who would have the time to keep five storefronts?

Who would use a monk as a family head?

"You're looking for him...what are you looking for him for?"

The old monk had already learned from Shiqing that Chu Wen had given himself a disgusting name, something like Fengyin Jushi, which he really couldn't say, so calling him a madman was more catchy.

"I am a servant of the Sun family. I am here with Madam Qian's greeting card to meet Master Feng Yin."

Lai Fu learned his lesson and quickly took out Mrs. Qian's visiting card and handed it over, adding in time:

"This is Madam Qian's visiting card. I want to speak to Master Feng Yin in person."

The old monk held Xiu'er in his arms and took the exquisite visiting card with a puzzled look on his face.

When he opened it, he saw that the visiting card was written in official script and he couldn't recognize a single word.

Xiu'er was eating steamed cheese with sugar in her mouth, and the residue kept falling down, which was just caught by the visiting card.

The old monk has always been at the bottom of society, so how would he know anything about the Sun family and the Qian family?

Even if he knew that the Sun family was the richest family in Qingniu City, it would be impossible for them to have any relationship with him.

The old monk saw that the note was covered with scribbles and had no idea what was written on it. He felt annoyed and folded the note with the remaining scraps and handed it back.

"Just tell him what you want from him."

Lai Fu watched helplessly as Mrs. Qian's gilded visiting card became stained with food residues, his mouth twitching. He quickly took the visiting card, opened it, and cleaned it carefully.

While cleaning, he said, "Mrs. Qian invites Mr. Feng Yin to come to her house for a chat."

When the old monk heard this, he cursed in his heart: Madam Qian, Madam Qian, that damn Chu Wen, he has only been in the county town for two days and he has offended someone's widow again.

"Okay, okay, if you have the guts, go to the prison and invite him."

After saying that, the old monk closed the door impatiently.

Lai Fu was left holding the visiting card, his hair disheveled in the wind.

I have also submitted my visiting card!

The words have been made clear!

The Sun family!

Mrs. Qian!

What's going on!

In jail?

What does that mean? Is Feng Yin Jushi not at home but in prison?

Who cares? Anyway, I got the news, so it can’t be considered as a failure in my work. I can just report it truthfully.

But what should I do if the visiting card is dirty? Please don’t blame me for it.

……

When Manager Wen arrived at the old site of Xu's mansion, he saw that the plaque on the door was empty. He sighed in his heart: These cultured people are different. They don't even hang a plaque on their door.

"dong dong dong"

As soon as I knocked on the door, it opened.

When Shopkeeper Wen looked over, he saw that the people who opened the door were the two fairy-like maids who had been to the shop before.

Just as he was about to speak, the door was closed.

Before Manager Wen could react, the door opened again.

He looked up and saw that the person had changed!

Two fairies with very different styles were replaced.

Just as I was surprised, I heard the fairy say:

"What's the matter, sir?"

"I am Wen Siyuan, and I want to discuss something with Feng Yin."

"He's not here, please go back."

Shopkeeper Wen was startled and the door closed again.

Just as I was about to leave, the door opened again.

An old monk came out holding a baby.

"What are you doing with him?"

"We have something important to discuss."

"Does he owe you money?"

"No no."

"Then go find him in prison."

……

"dong dong dong"

"who are you?"

"This is Mr. Zhang from the west of the city, and he has come to visit Master Fengyin."

……

"dong dong dong"

"Who are you?"

"My young lady has a letter for Master Fengyin."

"Who is your lady?"

"My young lady's surname is Zhao!"

……

The old monk felt that something was not right, and the more he thought about it, the more it seemed wrong.

"Shiqing, tell me in detail what your master did from last night until he was caught today, and how he offended so many people."

"Master, don't worry. I think it's because the master's poems have spread that so many people come to visit."

"Poetry? The poetry he wrote?" the old monk asked with a frown.

"Yes, Master. The master wrote a poem called Mulanhuaman and sent it to the calligraphy and painting shop for sale."

"Hmph, those crooked poems of his can be sold for money, but I'll stand on my head and eat shit." The old monk flicked his sleeves, his face full of contempt.

Shi Qing was shocked when she heard this and waved her hands anxiously.

"Master, please take back what you said. You can't say that. You can't say that."

"Humph, I can't say anything. What can't be said? I don't believe it. If a crooked poem written by wiping boogers on pants can be sold for money, I will eat shit for a month."

"Master, please take back what you said quickly, please take back what you said quickly, you are just using sweet words, please try to persuade Master." Shi Qing was so anxious that she grabbed Hua Yan.

Hua Yan said, "Master, the shopkeeper said that the master's poem is worth five hundred taels of silver."

When the old monk heard this, he burst into laughter.

"How much! Five hundred taels! Hahahaha, five hundred taels! He's such a fool, he's never seen five hundred taels in his dreams!"

"Master, it's true. I heard it with my own ears."

"Okay, you heard it with your own ears, right? Let's make a bet. If his poem can be sold for 500 taels, I will call you Master. If it can't be sold for 500 taels, you can only eat radishes in the future, and you can't eat white rice, steamed buns, cucumbers, or tofu."

"Master, this isn't a good idea." Hua Yan looked embarrassed.

"Why, are you scared? Five taels will do."

"No, Master. It doesn't seem right if you call us Master."

"Okay, why not? It's fine! It's settled. Don't play tricks on me."

"Master, please take back what you said. We can't make this bet."

"Don't worry about poetry."

"Master, please take back the bet. The master's poem is definitely worth the price."

"Huayi, go away."

……

That night.

Sun Mansion.

Sun Shangwu received a message from his servant saying that his precious daughter was bullied. He was extremely anxious and hurried back from the neighboring county, arriving home in the middle of the night.

When he got home, he saw that the house was brightly lit and servants were standing all over the house and yard.

Sun Shangwu was full of doubts. In such a big scene, who bullied his daughter?

Who is so bold as to be so brave?

When I stepped into the main room in the backyard, I saw Qian sitting in the hall with a sullen face.

There were more than a dozen maids and servants standing in the hall, and they dared not even breathe loudly.

Qian