Chapter 191 Wanjuan Pavilion

This kid clearly didn't even touch her body, so how could he steal her purse?

Hu Xin'er exclaimed, "This place is truly eerie!"

The two continued walking inside for a while and finally stopped in front of a rickety shed.

"This is it," Erdong said. "This place is called the Wanjuan Pavilion. It's said that all the rare books and paintings in the world can be found here—replicas!"

A knockoff? Hu Xin'er, an original artist, thought to herself, "Oh my goodness, isn't this a giant piracy den?"

Look at this shed, it’s so shaky, how dare you call it a pavilion?

Even the thatched house she built in Shuangxi Village was sturdier than this!

However, she didn't dare say these words openly. This place is full of hidden talents, so it's better to keep a low profile.

The shed was so short that even Hu Xiner had to bend down to get in.

As soon as she walked in, Hu Xiner opened her mouth in shock: "This..."

Oh my god, there is a hidden world inside the shed!

This place is built on the mountain, and the Wanjuan Pavilion is in a hollowed-out cave.

This cave is extremely large, and the hollowed-out walls are densely packed with books!

If the shed outside was the size of a cat or dog's head, then the cave inside was undoubtedly a giant.

This huge contrast, coupled with the spectacular sight of the mountain wall embedded with books, was so shocking that Hu Xin'er was still standing there speechless until Erdong struggled to get out of the shed.

"How is it? I didn't lie to you, did I?" Erdong patted the dust off his body, feeling a little proud.

However, when I saw the bookshelf built on the mountain wall, I was really shocked.

"Oh my God, I've never seen so many books in my life." Hu Xin'er whispered to him.

At this time, a young man walked out from behind the bookshelf, his eyes half-closed lazily, holding a yellowed book in his hand.

He looked to be in his early 20s, but his tone was very mature: "What book are you two looking for?"

Erdong greeted politely: "I have heard of your great name for a long time, and I have admired you for a long time!"

The young man was blunt: "Stop flattering me and stop talking nonsense. Just get to the point!"

Seeing this young man so frivolous and being called a minister, Hu Xiner felt very surprised and looked at him a few more times.

The young man glanced at her, and the two strands of hair on his forehead swayed gently with his movements, giving her a bit of the literary spirit of the young men in Hong Kong-style martial arts TV dramas.

He said with a hint of sarcasm in his tone, "Have you never seen a handsome man? Didn't your elders teach you that staring at people is impolite? Little girl!"

Hu Xin'er was speechless and retorted, "Since you have astonished the world with your beauty, why bother to ruin her beauty with words!"

Oh my god, I thought I met a normal person, but he turned out to be a cocky guy.

The young man raised his eyebrows: "How dare you mock me?"

"I dare not, I dare not." Hu Xiner was scolded by him as soon as she came in, so she was naturally in a bad mood.

But in order not to cause trouble for Erdong, she decided to be more tactful: "I just want to tell you that I am a little surprised because although you are a cabinet elder, you look about the same age as me."

The young man didn't even look at her this time. He sighed and said, "Alas, some girls nowadays are so timid that they don't even dare to say openly that they like handsome men."

"You're not talking about me, are you?" Hu Xin'er frowned.

The young man laughed inscrutablely: "If a stone hits a pile of dogs, the one that barks the loudest will naturally be the one that gets hit."

Hu Xiner's anger was aroused again: "Why do you always mock others?"

He even said that she was impolite and had no manners, but it was obviously this guy who was uneducated!

The young man said sympathetically, "Being lustful isn't terrible. What's terrible is that you don't have the courage to admit it."

Hu Xiner has been trying very hard to suppress her anger.

But being questioned about such a principled issue as lust by a strange man she just met, and being slandered casually, she wouldn't be Hu Xin'er if she didn't fight back!

She was so angry that her teeth itched: "I'm not so hungry that I won't eat anything! My husband is the most handsome man in the capital, countless times more handsome than you, how could it be possible-"

Before he could finish his words, he was stopped by Erdong: "The elder has a very strange temper, be careful with your words!"

He quietly reminded: "I know you are in a bad mood, but don't forget why we are here. Don't anger him and get kicked out again."

Thinking of the experience of being kicked out of the palace by the eldest princess, Hu Xiner shut up embarrassedly.

Fortunately, the young man didn't get angry when she confronted him. He just yawned lazily and said, "You said your husband is the most handsome man in the capital?"

Hu Xiner nodded.

The young man held out his hand and asked, "Where's the proof?"

Does this require credentials?

Hu Xin'er and Erdong looked at each other and both felt that he was looking for trouble.

Hu Xiner suppressed her anger and said, "I just offended the elder. I'm sorry."

The young man persisted, "I'm not a narrow-minded person. Being the most handsome man in the capital must have some proof, right? But even if there is proof, it can't compare to me, the most handsome man in the world!"

What a big tone!

Erdong said perfunctorily, "What the Lord said is true. Her husband has a very ordinary appearance."

Hu Xin'er nodded sincerely: "Yes, it's the level of the mediocre Louis Koo."

Hearing this, the young man smiled proudly and took out the book in his hand.

The two of them took a closer look and found that what was written on it was "The Biography of the Master of Wanjuan Pavilion - The Legendary Life of the Most Handsome Man in the World".

Erdong suppressed the urge to twitch his eyes and clasped his fists, saying, "Lord, we came here to find a book."

The young man looked at him speechlessly and said, "What kind of book is a martial artist looking for?"

How can you open a business like this?

"Why can't martial artists find books?" Hu Xin'er was so impatient that she almost couldn't help but argue with him: "Your little mouth is shining—"

Erdong said first: "Sir, you are right. I am looking for it for the girl next to me."

The young man glanced at Hu Xin'er indifferently again and said, "This girl is a painter and has some connection with books."

This person can see his and Erdong's strengths at a glance, and he has something.

Hu Xin'er also tried to look at him, and seeing that his fingertips were stained with ink, she asked, "So, can this writer, please let us in?"

"Hmph, another one talking nonsense." The young man shook his head. "Most of the books here were copied by me. Do you need to guess what I do?"

There are so many books here, it could fill a whole library! How could he have copied them all by himself?

When Hu Xin'er heard this, she subconsciously thought he was bragging: "Sir, how many books can you produce in a month by yourself?"

The young man smiled proudly and stretched out his hand, "Five."

Hu Xin'er laughed. "Sir, you're really funny. There are at least tens of thousands of books here. Are you over 200 years old?"