Chapter 12 There are all kinds of people in the world
"What conditions?"
Fan asked cautiously.
Could it be that he wanted her to hand over Fan Lou with both hands?
"I heard that Miss Qiao has the most complete selection of floral inks in the capital," Feng Qingsui chuckled. "Would you please let me feast my eyes on them?"
"Is this your condition?"
"Yes."
Fan's heart sank back into her stomach.
"Don't even mention showing it to you. Even if I give it all to you, it's no problem."
She said generously.
As long as Fan Lou and Zhen Zhen are there, it will not be difficult to collect Hua Xiang Mo again.
"A gentleman does not take away what others like," Feng Qingsui said with a smile, "I'll just take a look."
Then he asked Qiao Zhenzhen, "There are two ways to treat a ganglion cyst. One is to cut the skin and peel off the entire cyst wall; the other is to directly press and smooth it out. The former is less likely to recur, but it will leave scars; the latter is painful for a while, but it is prone to recurrence."
Qiao Zhenzhen frowned: "Can't this be solved once and for all?"
Feng Qingsui: "Your cyst is caused by excessive wear and tear on your wrist. If you don't change your hand-using habits, it will recur."
Qiao Zhenzhen sighed: "It seems that I need to practice the piano less and paint less in the future."
She still wanted to perform the piano, so she naturally didn't want to leave a scar on her wrist, so she chose the second treatment method.
Feng Qingsui asked her to put the back of her hand on the edge of the table, and after her wrist was tensed, he pressed his two thumbs on the cyst, pressing it hard to break it and smooth it out.
Qiao Zhenzhen almost cried out in pain. After she recovered, she said gratefully, "Thank you. I'll take you to see Mo right away."
"No rush." Feng Qingsui released his hand and said to Fan, "Wring out a hot towel and apply it. Once the cyst fluid dissipates, there will be no trace."
Fan immediately asked someone to wring out the hot towel.
After Qiao Zhenzhen applied it, Feng Qingsui followed her to the attic to look at the scented ink.
The entire attic was converted into an exhibition room, with ink sticks packed in boxes and placed on different display racks according to categories.
"I've divided the scents into several categories, including orchid, hibiscus, and osmanthus..."
Qiao Zhenzhen explained as she walked.
Feng Qingsui stopped in front of Lanxiang's display stand.
Although she couldn't identify the specific floral scent contained in the ink on the note, she could roughly guess that it was the scent of orchid.
After scanning the ink sticks on Lanxiang's display stand, she took down a box.
He calmly said, "This fragrance is quite unique. What kind of flower juice is used to make this ink?"
"You have excellent taste," Qiao Zhenzhen praised sincerely. "This is made with the juice of an extremely rare two-color orchid. I've never seen this flower before, but I've heard that its petals are pink on the outside and emerald green in the middle, and the leaves are like jade, with extremely precious golden edges."
Feng Qingsui sighed, "It's such a rare orchid, and someone is willing to use it to make ink. It's really a luxury."
"That's right."
Qiao Zhenzhen deeply agrees.
She looked back at the door and said to Feng Qingsui in a low voice:
"I'm telling you this in secret. Don't tell anyone. This ink was given to me by the son of the Marquis of Rongchang. He said the mansion spent a lot of time making it as a birthday gift to celebrate his aunt's birthday. Ninety-nine pieces were made in total, symbolizing longevity. This one is defective, so that's why it was given to me."
Marquis Rongchang has several sisters, but the only one who is worth the Rongchang Marquis’s family’s trouble to send gifts to is the one sitting in the back seat.
Feng Qingsui thought: Just as expected.
The death of my sister's family must be related to the Rongchang Marquis Mansion.
She put the ink cartridge back on the display stand and said with a smile, "I didn't expect that the Marquis of Rongchang would also come to your place to listen to music."
"He's a frequent visitor to our Fanlou..." Qiao Zhenzhen felt a little embarrassed. "He once wanted to take me as his concubine, but my mother heard that his concubines didn't live long, so she didn't agree."
Feng Qingsui smiled and said, "It's good to be a free and easy singing girl. The deep courtyard is full of people eating people without leaving any bones."
Qiao Zhenzhen nodded: "My mother said the same thing."
After looking at all the flowers and inks in the exhibition room, Feng Qingsui said goodbye.
Mrs. Fan wanted to give her the consultation fee, but she refused it and said with a smile, "I've already received my payment. If you feel bad about it, Mom, you can give me a discount when I come to listen to music next time."
"Look at what you said!"
Fan wanted to worship her as a Bodhisattva.
"What discount? From now on, you will be our Fanlou's chief guest. You don't have to spend a penny to listen to music here!"
Feng Qingsui thanked him and got on the donkey cart with Wuhua.
Fan watched them leave until the donkey cart disappeared from her sight, and then her tense scalp relaxed.
——She actually came here just to see a doctor. She gave up being a lady and went to brothels to treat patients. There are really all kinds of people in this world.
Half a day later, in a corner where hooligans gathered, someone also sighed: "There are really all kinds of people in this world!"
In Lihua Hutong, there is actually a woman who loves to eat shit!
The news was spread by a bald man.
He said someone came to him and asked him to help find a few people who were willing to sell shit to No. 18 Lihua Hutong.
One tael of silver for a piece of shit!
He just sold a bunch yesterday!
After seeing his glittering silver ingot, the group was tempted.
So a dozen brothers walked arm in arm towards Lihua Hutong.
In the house at No. 18 Lihua Hutong, Jin was sleeping soundly for her afternoon nap when she was suddenly woken up by her maid, who kicked her immediately.
She said angrily, "Are you going to die? How dare you disturb my sleep!"
The maid covered her stomach, sweating profusely: "Madam, a group of people came outside and said they want to sell you shit."
“What are you selling?!”
"Selling shit..."
Jin grabbed the pillow and threw it over.
"You little bitch! You don't even know what's dirty and smelly, yet you actually come to bother me? Don't you have a mouth? Tell them to get out of here as soon as possible!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the gatekeeper scream: "Oh, how dare you break into my house! Get out, get out!"
She was horrified, quickly got up and put on her coat in a hurry.
As soon as he came out of the house, he saw a dozen men rushing in through the hanging flower gate, and his face turned pale.
"What do you want to do!"
She snapped.
The dozen or so people looked at her as if she were a monster, and then they all said, "We're here to sell shit!"
"Buy mine. I only eat vegetarian food, and my shit doesn't smell at all."
"Nonsense, I have diarrhea every day, and my shit tastes like yellow soup, which is the real tasteless one."
"Is it still called shit if it has no smell? Get out of my way, I can shit in any shape, it's not like it's free!"
…
Jin was so angry that her makeup fell off.
"Who wants your shit? Get out of here now! If you don't get out, you'll all be beaten in the government office!"
Everyone looked at the bald head who had instigated them to come over. The bald head angrily said, "Grandpa has been holding this pile of shit in since last night to save it for you. Now you just say you don't want it?!"
"That's right, I just ate up all my food on the way here, and I finally managed to poop, and you dare to deny it?!"
Everyone rushed forward and snatched away all of Jin's hairpins, silver buns, earrings, golden Buddhas around her neck, and jade bracelets on her hands.
After the robbery, he took off his pants and defecated on the spot.
"Don't say I'm robbing you, I gave you the goods!"
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