Fang Shusheng waited anxiously at home for five days. Every day when he came back from school, the first thing he would do was to go to the gatehouse to see if there was any package - as expected, there was no package every day.

On the sixth day, Mr. Fang was resting at home, lying on the bed, looking helplessly at the empty walls and the white ceiling.

This is a real wall.

All that's missing is a detailed painting on pink peach mica paper.

Fang Shusheng turned over, and the soft pillow was a little uncomfortable. He reached under the pillow and touched a bag of hard silver ingots. He couldn't help but feel sad: Wow, he has been collecting money for several days, why hasn't the paper come yet...

The maid's voice came from the window at the right time: "My dear, there is a paper shop manager named Qi at the gate who wants to meet you..."

"Swoosh——" a gust of wind blew across the maid's cheek.

The maid seemed to see a shadow rushing past her eyes, but when she looked up again, the shadow had already disappeared around the corner.

The private school in the capital is really amazing. In just one or two months, they have trained their lazy and weak young master into a top martial arts scholar. He has truly developed all-roundly in terms of moral, intellectual, physical and aesthetic qualities...the maid thought.

As soon as Mr. Fang arrived at the gatehouse, he saw a young man with a straight figure and neatly combed hair, standing quietly at the gatehouse, holding a square dark crimson wooden box in his hands in a neither humble nor arrogant manner.

The young man turned around and bowed to Mr. Fang, "Mr. Fang, I've been waiting for you for a long time. I've been waiting for your day off these days."

Scholar Fang was very excited and took two steps at a time: "In fact, I have already told the concierge that if anyone from the paper shop comes, I will give you the sachet containing the silver ingots! You don't have to wait for me to come to your house when I am at home!"

The young man smiled and shook his head: "How can I be so disrespectful to you! The sword is given to heroes, and the paper you have discerned must be opened, touched, and felt by you first."

As the young man spoke, he placed the wooden box on the table bathed in sunlight, handed Scholar Fang a copper key, and then took a step back, leaving a wide space for Scholar Fang to perform.

Scholar Fang held the key, his heart excited and his hands trembling. With a "click", the copper lock opened, and what came into view was the pink peach blossoms all over the mountains. The peach blossoms and branches were surrounded by paper wrapped in gold foil as thin as a cicada's wing.

The gold foil is tied with a thin red rope with a knot in it. It looks very beautiful, like a fluttering butterfly.

The gold foil was printed with a few neatly written characters: "Ambitious people, use rice paper - the best paper, for the best Mr. Fang."

Fang Shusheng was about to cry.

For some reason, he felt deeply loved.

He really wanted to take the wooden box to the school to show it off to everyone, and at the same time he wanted to compose a poem about it.

The surprises continue.

The young man took out a pink piece of paper and handed it to Fang Shusheng with both hands. "You are the third customer of our Xuan. This Xuan card is given to you. Next time you come, or bring your close friends and relatives, you can go to the second floor of our store to view the paper products. Only 100 copies of this card were issued. It is made of 100 pieces of Xuan paper that are hardened and overlapped. In the future, even if you place an order for 300 dollars at a time, I am afraid you will not be able to get this card easily."

Second floor?

Fengyasong, there is a second floor?

The first floor is already so worrying, what will the second floor be like?

Scholar Fang took it tremblingly - at this time, the young scholar did not know that three years later, this card would be so expensive that it would be hard to find it.

The young man finished speaking, bowed and said goodbye.

Fang Shusheng wiped his eyes, looked at the pink card in his hand firmly, and made up his mind: he must study hard! Books are the golden house! The expensive price of "Xuan" paper is the shortcoming of "Xuan"? No! It is his shortcoming!

......

The first batch of goods for customers were delivered to their homes one after another.

Xianjin leaned on the beauty couch, looking up at a book. Leaning like this made his cervical spine feel a little more comfortable.

Qiao Hui stepped in from the veranda and handed a parcel wrapped in oil paper to Suo'er. "One roasted chicken from Xishan Camp, one for your boss and one for you. Keep it warm in the stove. Don't put it in the steamer. The steam will make the chicken skin soft and it won't taste good."

Qiao Hui washed his hands with scented soap in the copper basin in the corridor with ease, then sat across from Xianjin and tapped him on the shoulder, motioning him to raise his head.

Xianjin raised his head, and Qiao Hui pressed the back of his neck lightly.

"Huh! It's as hard as a dead duck!" Qiao Hui gradually applied gravity.

Xianjin was not struggling, and said with a grin: "It hurts, it hurts, remember, this is my flesh, not your bow!"

Qiao Hui snorted.

If only it were his bow—he could wind up her string and make it smooth and lubricated.

Qiao Hui glanced at the book in Xianjin's hand. There were about twenty lines full of words. "I thought it was an account book."

Xianjin looked up: "It's the guest's address... Most of them are Yishunfang and Jiqingfang, followed by Qinshuifang and Beijiao, Changlefang and Dongtianfang are also good..." Xianjin turned a page: "I expected that the Imperial College would not have many reservations."

Qiao Hui said solemnly: "Those who live in the Imperial College are all scholars with extraordinary talents but ordinary family conditions. Most of the scholars who come to the Imperial College to study with a little extra money will choose to rent a small house to live in, rather than living in a dormitory."

Xian Jin lowered his eyes and nodded: "Yes, Xuan's pricing did filter out many people."

Qiao Hui glanced at the book full of addresses and asked, "Why analyze this?"

Xianjin smiled and closed the book: "Analyze the position distribution above so that I can understand the next step."

The girl's smile made Qiao Hui's eyes darken. He lowered his head and rubbed his shoulders and neck. Qiao Hui also casually talked about his job: "... Brother Hua Liang came to Xishan Camp these two days to test the Beijing Command. Two second-generation descendants were eliminated. One of them happened to be the youngest son of the Duke of Anguo. He fell down the mountain during training and broke his leg. His mother is the second wife of the Duke of Anguo. Now she is crying and asking Brother Hua Liang to apologize. Brother Hua Liang was so angry that he asked Doctor Qiu to prescribe several liver-soothing and gas-relieving medicines..."

Xianjin squinted his eyes and listened, his lips curled up beautifully all the time: "Liangliang, this is an unexpected disaster."

Qiao Hui said with a smile: "It was an unprovoked disaster for him, but it was a good thing for the Capital Command - they were a bunch of second-generation rich losers, and it was time for them to be trained up. If the three great guards of the capital were more capable, the abdicated emperor would not have fled to Luanping."

Qiao Hui was the only person in the entire mansion who dared to mention the abdicated emperor in front of Xianjin.

Just cue it when there is nothing to do, like desensitization treatment.

Xianjin was really annoyed after hearing it once or twice. But after hearing it so many times, he felt calm when he heard him again. He seemed to have mastered the art of water grinding.

Xianjin snorted twice.

Qiao Hui held his shoulder with his hand: "The Grand Princess never asked about you again, but the abdicated emperor came to me twice later and said that he wanted to see you again. He also told me that if I could persuade you, my title could at least be raised to a higher level, and becoming a duke would be no problem..."

Qiao Hui said in a sly voice: "I was so anxious at that time! Meeting you is one price, and you want me to persuade you, that's another price!"

Xianjin:...

Do those second-generation rich kids in the Capital Command Headquarters know that this big brother, Marquis Zhongwu, who trained them to the point of almost going to hell, is actually a very despicable person?