Jasper Garden.

Lu Yuanding stood by the desk and became troubled.

I'm worried about which song to choose.

He liked both poems.

It made him reluctant to give up.

At this time, Shen Biyu came over and said: "Master Lu, these two are excellent. I think it is better to write "Lu Nu" on the scroll and the poem "East Garden" to be written in a separate scroll, like this how?"

After Lu Yuanding heard this, his eyes lit up, and then he looked at Yang Ruoqing.

"Mrs. Yang, look, can you help me pick up the poem?"

Immediately, he raised his hand and handed over the pen in his hand.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Master Lu, this is not appropriate."

"How could it be inappropriate? Look, you wrote these poems."

"I heard that Mr. Shen is a master of calligraphy and painting. One stroke of calligraphy has broken away from the legacy of his ancestors and created his own characteristics. I think my calligraphy is not subtle enough and does not match the calligraphy and painting. So, Mr. Shen, come on Just write it." Yang Ruoqing raised the corners of her lips into a smile.

"I write?" Shen Biyu looked stunned. She didn't expect that Yang Ruoqing would mention her. They didn't know each other before and had no friendship.

"Yes, Mr. Shen, come on. Your calligraphy is self-contained and unique, just worthy of this calligraphy and painting." Yang Ruoqing smiled.

"I don't dare call you everyone, just call me Biyu, madam...Have you seen my handwriting before, madam?"

"Of course I have seen it, I personally like it very much."

Yang Ruoqing is not lying. Shen Biyu's calligraphy is very expensive in the capital. Last time, Xingyun collected a batch of jewelry, calligraphy and paintings from Ma Xiaoyun, and among them was Shen Biyu's calligraphy. The calligraphy was extremely beautiful, and it was indeed Quite a set.

At that time, she had left an impression on Shen Biyu, whom she had not yet met.

"Mrs. Yang is so complimentary. It is better to obey orders than to be respectful, so I will agree." Shen Biyu smiled and took the pen.

Her mood became very good, which was an unexpected surprise. She never thought that her words would catch Yang Ruoqing's eyes.

She is very aware of her status. It has been extremely hard for her to support Zhuang Yuan Tower alone for so many years.

She was also harassed by powerful people from time to time. They didn't want to reveal that the matchmaker was marrying her, they just wanted to treat her as a plaything.

But she has a noble temperament, so why would she want to be stained with dirt?

She could think of a way to protect herself, but she just went to various banquets and gatherings of powerful people, using poetry, music and chess to win the favor of powerful people, so as to build relationships and protect herself.

Shen Biyu knows Yang Ruoqing's status better than anyone else.

If a relationship really develops, then one's wealth and life will have another layer of protection, which is of course a happy event.

At this time, Lu Yuanding also glanced at Yang Ruoqing and sighed secretly.

It is said that Yang Ruoqing is arrogant and domineering and arrogant in the capital, but the fact that we can see before our eyes is that Yang Ruoqing is well-founded in her advances and retreats, and she also knows how to hide her clumsiness and flatter others.

No wonder she could go from a rural girl to the status she has today.

This was not achieved by relying on the National Protector General Luo Fengtang, but by relying on her own abilities and skills.

After this experience, Shen Biyu has a great impression of her. This may be a huge business opportunity for her.

A person who is talented but knows how to advance and retreat. Even if he is a girl, he dare not be called a hero.

but……

Lu Yuanding didn't know what Yang Ruoqing was thinking.

If only she knew that Yang Ruoqing only thought her handwriting was not pretty, so she asked Shen Biyu to write it.

I'm afraid, he won't have so many feelings.

Shen Biyu raised her bright wrist and raised her hand to write words on the scroll.

Then everyone started to praise him.

They not only praised Yang Ruoqing's two poems for their good writing, but also praised Shen Biyu's beautiful calligraphy. After some compliments, everyone went to have dinner in the hall near the pavilion.

A dozen tables of food have already been set up here, with a total of hundreds of people.

However, Yang Ruoqing did not stay for too long. She only used it for a while and then she and Mr. Lu Yuan's wife proposed to leave.

"Biyu, take this jade pendant. When you need it, come to Uncle Zhongyong's house to find me." Yang Ruoqing said.

"Okay, thank you madam for your attention." Shen Biyu saluted.

…

In the afternoon.

Outside the factory ghost town in the suburbs, a woman wearing a lavender dress was looking up at this strange city built against the mountains.

The signboard above was taken down and instead was mounted on the wall stone with the words "Ghost Gate Pass" engraved on it.

The more it is built, the more stylish it becomes.

Zi Yan discovered that this place was quite prosperous. Many residents from the city came here to seek excitement. There were dozens of carriages parked outside.

Wealthy businessmen, dignitaries, children of officials, and ordinary residents with well-off families, etc., all kinds of people were coming in and out at the door, bustling with people.

"Girl, can you lend me a moment to speak?"

At this time, a thin-faced man approached. While he was talking, he was looking around cautiously.

"What's the matter?" Zi Yan looked at this person and did not drive him away immediately.

She wanted to see what this person wanted to do.

"Girl, I have a discounted ticket package here, do you want it? Make sure it is legal and legal, and it is definitely not a fake ticket." The thin-faced man opened his clothes to block the view of the people in front of him, and placed a small stack of paper on his palm.

Zi Yan suddenly realized.

It turned out that he was just selling notes in exchange for money. Unexpectedly, not long after this ghost town opened, a scammer was born.

The tickets are naturally fake, but from the surface, the texture is clear and the ink pads are exactly the same.

"How much does one cost?" Zi Yan smiled.

"One hundred and fifty cents, which is fifty cents less than the one selling tickets in front of me. It saves money..." The thin-faced man started to talk about how worth it and how good his ticket was.

Zi Yan originally meant it as a joke, but when she was about to leave, the thin-faced man showed a fierce look in his eyes and refused to let her go.

This actually requires forced buying and selling.

Zi Yan was in a bad mood instantly. If that's the case, why should she continue to act like this?

With a flash of her step, she grasped the thin-faced man's wrist with her palm, and with a flick of her arm, she flipped the thin-faced man 180 degrees and fell directly to the ground.

At this time, some watchers had already come over to inspect the place.

Zi Yan took out her identity token, identified it, and then the inspection dragged the thin-faced man away.

Seeing his sad and fearful look as he was dragged away, Zi Yan felt a little better.

Sure enough, people's happiness is based on the pain of others.

She stepped into the ghost town, and there was already one more person following her. This was another patrolman standing at the door. He volunteered to lead her.
Chapter completed!