After the Master's reinstatement

Yu Yan's destination this time is not far from the wine shop, it is a painting cottage deep in the mountains.

The mountain road is quiet in the early morning, and the air is fragrant and cold.

Because each other's wrists were connected by snake chains, it was difficult to perform lightness kung fu, so Yu Yan and the young man walked side by side for an hour, and by then their shoulders were wet in the morning dew.

A few boys outside the courtyard were yawning, sweeping the floor, throwing rice to feed the chickens, it was an idyllic scene, not like a place to hide treasure.

Shang Yingqiu's gaze was looking into the courtyard, his gaze was as cold as ice, and it was difficult to make waves.

It is rare to be calm, but Yu Yan always has the feeling that there is more indifference in the calmness of youth.

Apart from themselves, young people seem to have nothing to worry about—no favorite dishes, no favorite clothes, and no good friends. If a person doesn't care about anything, he can naturally develop the ability to be calm and fearless.

"Come in, the inside is the place to get the key."

Yu Yanju stepped inside, and the hut covers a vast area, surrounded by piles of islets, xi, regiment, team, solitary, and family.Looking at countless picture scrolls, a white-haired old man was lying behind a short table, raising a pair of cloudy old eyes.

"Is this young master buying paintings? Or making new ones?"

Yu Yan: "Neither, I'll get the painting."

"Oh, looking at the old man's memory, which one did you choose?"

Yu Yan: "Mr. Kushi's ink bamboo painting made in the spring of 12 years in Chengde."

The old man closed his eyes and thought for a moment, then stood up tremblingly.Although the old man was staggering, he didn't need the boy's support. When he was approaching, he jumped up and took down a scroll like a swallow.

"The keys of Linlang Pavilion are different from ordinary ones..."

Yu Yan was about to explain, but since the shoulders of the two were not in the same position, it was necessary for the young man to come over with his ears.

But Shang Yingqiu seemed to have an inexplicable interest in this messy painting house today, staring at it, turning a blind eye to his hints.

Yu Yan had no choice but to give up, and after he gave up, he felt that he was very inappropriate and too proactive. He had to wait until Shang Yingqiu turned to ask him for advice, and then he would tell the whole story.

Humans have bad instincts. Once they feel that they are leaders, bosses, elders, etc., they will always involuntarily assume the attitude of trying to educate ordinary people and educate the younger generation. This situation is commonly known as relying on the old to sell the old, and it is quite thankless.

Over there, Shang Yingqiu spread out the scroll.

In the painting is a beautifully furnished boudoir. The water is sparkling outside the wide open window, and the painting boats go to and fro on the river.

For the safety of Linlang Pavilion, the entrance to get the treasure is different every year. In addition to the key, there is also the location of this year's treasure in the scroll.

"This is the view outside the Huanxi Building."

Yu Yan recognized it at a glance, and the young man beside him seemed surprised by his extraordinary eyesight.

"Are you sure?"

"Of course, Rouge Hewai Huanxi Building, Kyushu Fendai Wucolor—have you never been to such a famous place?"

**

As soon as Yu Yan's words came out of his mouth, he realized that something was wrong.

With Shang Yingqiu's virtue of not listening to anything outside the window, he almost escaped with half a foot into the Buddhist sect, no one of his age would dare to risk his life to invite him to spend time and wine on weekdays.

On the way back, Yu Yan saw that the young man did not say a word, and he was holding the Buddhist beads in his hand all the time, with an attitude of being in meditation at any time, and thousands of mortals are floating clouds, probably because his self-esteem was dampened by his natural words.

When the carriage drove back to the city and passed through the bustling commercial street, Yu Yan's heart moved and he asked people to stop.

"Since you are going to a party, you have to look like you are going to a party. If you dress like this, you will look out of place. Wouldn't it be easy to be recognized? You young people, you are still not careful in doing things."

Yu Yan's face was serious, he was very old-fashioned, and he couldn't tell that he was doing public affairs for personal gain.

Shang Yingqiu followed him as always: "Okay, you can make the decision."

Yu Yan is not good at coaxing people, anyway the verbal consolation is drizzle, not painful or itchy, it would be more realistic to take the young people to the fun field for a while.

Besides, he was already displeased with Shang Yingqiu's uniform black robe.

With the youth's current appearance, physique and status, it should be equipped with the best external objects.

"Ouch--please, please take a look at it. Fuji has a century-old brand name, and the craftsmanship is guaranteed. These sets are all freshly sewn. Hey, are you all people from the Jianghu?"

The boss observes the words and looks, and it is the master's business to find out at a glance, and he follows Yu Yan step by step: "It's just right, we have suits specially tailored for young heroes, whether you want to assassinate, stalk, duel, dive, or ride a horse There are all suitable ones, and you can also tailor your clothes according to the style of the weapon you use, which looks good and is easy to wear, and will never delay the business!"

"Enough." Yu Yan emphasized: "Looking good is the most important thing, go and take out all the bottom of the box."

Yu Yan reckoned that these new styles are all the same in the eyes of young people, so he simply pointed out Jiangshan according to his own preferences, and picked things from the inside to the outside from the beginning to the end.

He waited outside with the brothers and sisters of the Fang family for a while, and heard the sound of the door opening in the back room.

Someone came out slowly.

Yu Yan heard the sound and looked around, his eyes froze.

Shang Yingqiu has already stepped out from behind the curtain of the back room, wearing a silk white gown inside, and a heavy gown with a slanted front and a gold jade waist outside, the extravagance reveals a cold air, it is really the only jade and gold appearance in his life .

Even if Yu Yan was used to rare treasures, his heart skipped a beat.

The young man also looked over at this time, Jun Mei's pupils were dark, and he couldn't see the bottom, and asked him silently with his mouth.

"Master, do you like it?"

The proprietress ingeniously tied the youth's long hair up high, and then wrapped it around with a light-blond headband woven by herself. The black hair was matched with gold wires, and the beautifully contoured neck line could be seen at a glance.

Facing the young man's slightly uneasy question, Yu Yan almost burst out with a cry.

His kind words came from the bottom of his heart, and it was also a recognition of his unique vision, but he thought about it...

No, no, this is very wrong.

Shang Yingqiu is inexperienced with women now, so eye-catching is more than a tree, he will tire him into a tiger's mouth, and be divided up by a brothel.

Considering all kinds of possibilities, Yu Yan abruptly changed his mouth for the sake of long-term planning.

"Okay... it seems to be okay, but it doesn't fit well. I'll change it again."

The light in Shang Yingqiu's dark eyes dimmed a little, he responded, went in and changed again.

This set is also the proud work of the proprietress. The color of the gown is similar to the silver-blue luster of silver-bodied enamel, and it is as clear and refreshing as the clear sky after the rain.

The proprietress's eyes were shining brightly, and she kept saying that it looked good, wishing to find all the treasures at the bottom of her box.

And Yu Yan is the mouse shit that ruined the atmosphere: "...and change it to something plain."

"Change."

"No."

After several trials, finally, Shang Yingqiu changed into a set of non-distinctive Confucian robes for scholars.

As he got older, Yu Yan felt that he was more thoughtful and meticulous in doing things.

That suit of clothes is well-regulated, ordinary and unremarkable, and on the other side of the Rouge River is the Gongyuan, where scholars often come to visit——

The most wonderful thing is that most of the scholars are short of money, and they always like to trick girls into elopement, so they have always been disliked by the bustard.

After thinking about it, is there a more suitable identity than this?

Shang Yingqiu sat on the side of the black awning boat, and after listening to his godfather's logical analysis: "Well, Master is right, it's just..."

The boat passed through the ten-mile golden powder tower, swaying through the sound of oars and the shadow of lights.

Yu Yan was sitting by the water, and when he heard this, he looked back and smiled: "Just what?"

The sky is full of streamers, the lights are dim, and it falls into everyone's eyes.

On the opposite side, Shang Yingqiu lowered his eyes, and when he raised them again, he had returned to calm.

"It's just that Huanxi Building is coming."

The author has something to say: the moment you walk out of the store:

Godfather: ...Wait, let's go and buy all those sets!

Leader: Didn't you say it's not good-looking?

Godfather: What I mean is that the clothes you wear depend on the occasion, and I didn’t say it’s not good-looking, so go buy, buy, buy

I like to squeak ~ MUA