Huaiyin Town.

There is a shop in the center, with four large characters written on the plaque above the shop: Zuixian Wine House. On the steps in front of the wide wooden door, there are three huge wine jars covered with heavy sandbags.

"Miss is drunk when she comes to buy locust flowers again?" The winery servant smiled and was very enthusiastic. Beauty is popular in any world.

"I'll take ten kilograms this time, I'll take them back." Huang Yirong said. As she also has a wine shop at home, she can smell it and smell the wine jar full of authentic good wine.

"Okay!" The servant took out the wine pot and gave her a drink.

"Zhao San, should I take this painting back to the lady?" Huang Yirong turned around and saw the two servants who had just bought Qin Yifan's paintings, talking in a corner, one of them said.

"I don't think it's necessary." said the servant of Zhao San. "The lady just asked us to give him a thousand taels of silver to repay him for his kindness. As for buying a painting, it was just an excuse, so it doesn't matter whether the painting was taken back or not."

Hearing this, Huang Yirong immediately understood that the 1,000 taels of silver was given by Qianqian to repay Qin Yifan and matched her and Mr. Meng.

Qianqian’s family runs a cloth dyeing workshop and is very rich.

"That's right." Another servant said, "And what I'm painting is all about when I look at this painting? I can't understand it at all. So even if I take it back and give it to the lady, I will throw it away."

"Since that's the case, let's tear the painting." Zhao San said. After that, he tore the painting into pieces and threw it into the haystack.

This group of people has no blessing to ask for Brother Qin’s painting! Huang Yirong has too late to stop him and said in her heart.

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"Brother Qin, the money is actually the girl holding an oil paper umbrella. In order to thank you, I woke up the scholar and thank you specifically." In the car, Huang Yirong thought for a long time and decided to tell Qin Yifan the truth, "Because I was afraid that you would not accept it, I deliberately asked the servants to come and buy paintings."

"So that's the case." Qin Yifan smiled slightly, "I said it a long time ago that doing good things is beneficial. Although I didn't expect that the scholar would have an epiphany because of my words. I never thought of what kind of reward I would get."

"That girl called Qianqian is so meticulous." An Lingxi said, "It's a pity that such a girl loves a nerd."

"So, the word love is the most difficult to understand." Huang Yirong said.

"In addition, Brother Qin, those two servants tore up your pair of "A Thousand Miles to Rider Single". I wanted to stop it at that time, but it was too late."

"Just tear it up." However, Qin Yifan didn't take it seriously at all. "Anyway, it was my graffiti work. I painted it when I was bored and had no great artistic value. If it was a work of the scriptures, I might feel sorry for a while, so that's all."

It's really a waste of resources! An Lingxi sighed in his heart: Such a painting full of heavenly ways was torn down by a few ordinary people as garbage. You must know that any painting of the King of Qin is a treasure that immortals dream of, and even thousands of taels of gold cannot be bought.

But it is true. With their luck, they are not worthy of Qin Xianggong's paintings, including the Prince Meng and Qianqian.

After returning to Fengye Town, Qin Yifan kept holding the box containing silver. Seeing that he was rich, he felt that his body was lighter, his spirit was relaxed, his waist was straightened, and he walked with wind.

"Grandpa Qin, I'll go to the town to buy something first, and I'll go home later." When I walked to the gate of Yifan Jingzhai, An Lingxi said. Huang Yirong returned to the Huang family's wine shop.

"Go, go." Qin Yifan waved his hand and said generously. He thought she was probably going to buy some necessities for women. When she arrived at the store, she took out the 20 taels of silver ingots with a large denomination. People in the town would know that I had not abused her.

Forget it, I don’t want to think about it anymore, it’s important to put the money in place first.

I returned to the bedroom alone and stared at Yinzi. The shining silver light was so dazzling. I held it in my hand and rubbed it. The more I looked at it, the more I liked it. It took a long time before I covered the lid.

Money is always a good thing. Even if someone asks him to borrow money from an emergency, he will take it out without hesitation.

"Mr. Qin, I'm back." An Lingxi's voice was heard outside the door.

Qin Yifan walked out of the bedroom and saw that An Lingxi had already changed into a new set of clothes, mainly white, as white as snow, with plum blossoms dotted on it.

She probably loves this style.

Her skin is like cream, like a dream and a poem. A charming neck as white as a swan. Paired with a snow-white dress, her figure looks like a legendary fairy in the sacred mountain.

Trembling.

It’s a pity that her face is a bit ordinary, and the rest of the things are outstanding. She can’t see it when she turns off the light. Qin Yifan thought to himself.

"Are you back so soon?" Qin Yifan asked in surprise.

"It just bought a piece of clothing, and it didn't take much time." An Lingxi said, "and I just entered the clothes store, and I fell in love with it at a glance."

He only bought clothes but not aunt's towel? Although Qin Yifan was surprised, he was not easy to ask. Thinking that she seemed to have been with him for more than ten days, it seemed that she had not had a special period yet.

It should be pushed back for a few more days.

"I'm in great interest today. Let's go and play a song together. I'll play the piano, you play the flute, and accompany me." After making money, Qin Yifan's elegant mood was very high.

Grandpa Qin, are you going to give me some advice on piano skills again? An Lingxi was very excited, "Okay!"

The two of them came to the wing room. Qin Yifan's house had a master bedroom, where his parents lived, a second bedroom, Qin Yifan's room. One wing room, one wood room, now it has become a maid's room and a backyard. Each room has not much space.

After his parents left, he transformed the wing room into a study, where he usually wrote, painted and played the piano. Of course, sometimes he felt it was troublesome and directly painted in the store.

Qin Yifan took out a guqin and placed it on the table.

Prince Qin, this time I changed another guqin!? An Lingxi was shocked when he saw the dragon patterns on the guqin. This guqin is called the Dead Wood Dragon Roar, and it is also an ancient immortal zither!

While thinking, I lit a stick of sandalwood in the incense burner.

It is the season when everything is revived again. The air is filled with the smell of sandalwood. Elegant! The walls around are full of calligraphy and paintings, and the four treasures of the study are placed next to the table.

Ding ~ Dong ~

As Qin Yifan's fingers stroking the strings, the elegant sound of the piano flowed out from his fingers.
Chapter completed!