My Empress is My Bad Girl

"How much does your mother give you every month?" the toddler asked.

"She gave me a key to the warehouse. As long as I need it, I can get it by myself." Shui Yijun shook his head mockingly, "But in fact, staying in Piaoyunzhuang, the money is of no use to me. I feel very happy to be able to spend money for you. At least my friend is still somewhat useful."

"You are too arrogant. Besides, when I am friends with you, I don't value your status as the young master and the money in your treasury."

"I know. You don't even care about your life, let alone those foreign objects."

"Who said I don't care about my own life?" The child was stunned, "I'm afraid this misunderstanding is a bit big."

"You dare to openly deal with me, and you are not afraid to offend your mother. Isn't that enough to explain?"

"This doesn't mean that I don't care about my life. But people can't be a person who is greedy for life and fear of death."

"Well said." Shui Yijun seemed to be in a good mood, and took the initiative to take her to the shops that sell delicate weapons. As long as the children took a second look, he would have to spend money to buy them.

The toddler stopped, he was not happy yet.

"I grew up this way, and for the first time in my life, I felt the joy of spending money."

Even with a mask, the child seems to be able to see the brilliance and radiance on his face.

And the gloomy and lonely person in Cangshuge is like two people.

How could she have the heart to stop it.

Not long after, she carried a lot of things in large and small bags.

So much so that the whole bazaar spread, and today a rich man came here. He didn’t talk about the price at all, he looked at what to buy.

Soon the toddler and Shui Yijun were locked.

Every time they walked to a stall, the stall owner seemed to have won a big prize, enthusiastic, greeted them humbly, and sold them the good things in his hand.

In the eyes of children, Shui Yijun looks like a fool.

Anyone who comes out with a few words of praise, he will buy it.

For example, at this moment, a stall owner is holding a box and brags to Jun Shui Yi about the thousand-year-old ginseng in the box.

Sure enough, Shui Yijun looked very interested, looked around, and asked, "How much money is willing to cut love?"

"One tael a year will not count for a fraction. You will be charged a total of one thousand taels. This ginseng is yours."

"One thousand taels, the price..."

"You make a price yourself." The stall owner said quickly.

Shui Yijun smiled and said, "If I bid, you won't regret it?"

"How come, you are a person who knows the goods at first glance." The stall owner rubbed his hands, his voice full of expectation.

He had already heard that this rich man was generous, and he would definitely not ask for less money than the seller.

The child poked Shui Yijun’s arm and whispered in his ear: "I said you think you have nowhere to spend your money, and you can't be fooled by someone as a fool. This **** thing is obviously to coax you, and it's about to become weathered. Poor ginseng will cost you two taels of silver if you die.

Shui Yijun smiled at her, and gently said to the stall owner: "Then I will bid."

"Good, good."

"Um... a penny." Shui Yijun took out a copper plate from nowhere and handed it to him, "Take the money, this is mine."

He took out the ginseng, threw it on the ground, and smiled and said to the child: "This box is not bad. Didn't you think that there is nowhere to put the prescription? It's just right to put it here."

The stall owner held a copper plate and looked at him blankly, with a dull expression.

The toddler laughed out loud.

Shui Yijun grabbed her wrist and walked away quickly.