Chapter 288: The opening of the old shop

He thought over and over again, Miss Jun had smiled and shook her head.
"Thank you, no, nothing to prepare," she said.
This is also a polite word, Ning Yunxiao smiled.
Someone ran out of the inn and shouted Miss Miss, and snorted again.
"Ning ten son, are you coming again?" Liu said.
Ning Yunxiao smiled.
"I happened to pass by." He smiled calmly.
Liu Er gave him a look.
"That's really good," she said with a long voice.
"Yeah, it’s a coincidence." Ning Yunxuan said, raising a smile to Miss Jun, "I will leave."
Miss Jun nodded and returned.
"Oh, yes, I live in the Guozijian of the south of the city. If you have something to go there, look for me. Just talk to the porter and look for me." Ning Yunxiao said.
Of course, you can't just enter it, but he will be deliberately confused with the porter. As long as a young lady named Jun is coming, he must tell him.
Miss Jun once again gave a gift.
"Good," she said.
Her lack of hesitation, refreshing and calm.
Ning Yunxiao smiled and turned and walked to the city. The cleanliness and the light footsteps disappeared in the crowd.
"What do we have to look for him?" Liu said with a grin. "Fake enthusiasm."
"It's kind, even if you don't need it, you can take it." Miss Jun smiled.
"What time is it good? What did you do earlier?" Liu said, looking at the street, suddenly thinking of something, "Miss, is he pestering you?"
Wrapped around?
Is it like a shackle like a singer?
The son is arrogant, advancing and retreating, and although the words are sometimes inexplicable, they are calm.
Miss Jun shook her head.
"How could he get me around," she laughed. "It’s a coincidence. He said he was going to his uncle’s house..."
She said that she stopped here and she was puzzled.
"What's the Miss?" Liu asked.
"Nothing," said Miss Jun.
She just wants to pass her from the Yueyue Building to Ning Yan's home.
De Yueyue is in Nanchengmen. Ningyan’s residence is the official residence of Chongrenfang. Even if she is not so familiar with the capital, she knows that these two places are on a line, how can I bypass the Beichengmen side. Come?
Maybe there is something else.
"It’s a coincidence." She smiled at Liuer again.
Here the master and the servant talked, and four or five people came over.
"Miss Jun." Their respectful gift, "The young master's things are sent."
"What did the young master send?" Liu Er said, "Is there anything in Beijing that I can’t bear to buy it?"
Miss Jun patted her head.
"Go and take things, we are gone," she said.
The Deshengchang ticket number is not far from here. I saw Miss Jun walked into the shopkeeper’s respectful gift.
"Miss Jun, please, the things that the young master sent are in the backyard." The treasurer said, guiding the road personally.
The carriage in the backyard has not been unloaded, pulling a long wooden box, and the packaging is strict.
"What is this time?" Liu Er turned and said, waving his hand, "open and open."
A few small babies looked at Miss Jun, Miss Jun nodded, and everyone stepped forward to open the wooden box carefully, uncovering a thick layer of cloth, revealing a plaque.
The newly painted nine-day hall is brightly lit.
Liu Er wowed.
"Nine-year-old church." She said, "This is the plaque of our nine-year-old church, so I sent it so soon."
This is the plaque in southern Anhui.
"Miss, let's put it here first, wait for the yard over there to clean up and send it over," said the treasurer.
Yes, the nine-year-old hall that will be opened five days later has not been packed. This is a temporary intention after entering Beijing. She has not told the Fang family.
Even if this was sent, the child was too alert, or the ticket number was too alarming.
Miss Jun is also a little surprised.
"The letter of the young master." A buddy took out a bamboo tube.
This is of course not a letter handed by the horse.
Miss Jun took over and opened it.
There are few short words on paper.
"The amount of money is precious, and the nine-year-old is always away."
Miss Jun grinned.
When the house was pushed in the south of Anhui Province, she went to the plaque every day. At that time, she said that she was a precious nine-year-old.
It turned out that the news of the ticket number was not surprising, but Fang Chengyu thought of the thoughts she had never thought of.
Then I thought that I would not come to Beijing to come to Beijing. I really did not want to see it at a glance, but I was reluctant to leave.
Even if it is not the right time to stay.
There is no manpower, no fame, but there is money, but this money is also a trouble that can be sunk at any time.
but..
Miss Jun’s hand caress three words of Jiulingtang.
There is no manpower and fame, at least she has herself, and she has the skills that Master taught her.
Master often loves to say a word, that is no way, then give it a try.
There is no other way, so give it a try.
"Miss Jun, do you really want to open twenty-eight?" asked the treasurer on the side of hesitation.
Miss Jun looked at him.
"What? Can't you?" she asked.
The treasurer was busy shaking his head.
"No, I am afraid that it is too rushed to prepare," he said.
Miss Jun smiled.
"If you have money, you can't buy it," she laughed.
This little girl is really domineering.
It is said that the illness of the young master was cured by her. For her sake, the old lady took out the imperial edicts given by the emperors who had been hiding for twenty years.
The treasurer is more respectful.
"These furnishings are natural, I mean, the day of the opening of the invitation to Beijing's peers and prestigious people, time is too hasty." He said, there is no perfunctory, "Miss, you know, for those people, Money is not necessarily useful."
Miss Jun patted the plaque and gestured to cover it.
"No," she said. "Don't say these people, there is no medicine cabinet. Just clean up the house, put the case on the table, and hang up my plaque, you can open it."
How do you open this quietly?
Although Miss Jun is very famous in Fangjia, she is famous in Weinan, but now this is in the capital city, where talents from all over the world come from all over the world.
I don’t want to make a big fuss to let people know, I’m afraid there are no even a chance.
You can't hold the sacred decree to force others to see a doctor.
"Miss Jun, this capital city is not easy to live in." The sincerity of the treasurer said.
Miss Jun nodded.
"Yeah, it's easy to do something." With a bit of emotion, she looked at the already-covered plaque and stepped forward. "Go."
Liu Erying is rushing to keep up.
Just gone like this? The shopkeeper shook his head and smiled. Young man, he was busy with the respectful delivery.
In the afternoon of the summer, the green banana leaves on the window were a bit clear, and the middle-aged and young people playing against the window were also a little leisurely. The hoes on both sides played fans and watched the chess game.
Ning Yunxiao pondered for a moment, picked up a son to fall.
The middle-aged man, who was wearing a robe and was similar to his face, smiled.
" Lost," he said. "The game is really getting better and better."
A middle-aged woman came in from the outside, followed by two hoes carrying trays and smiling.
"The chess game of Yunxiao has been amazing since childhood, and you are always not convinced." She laughed.
Ning Yunqi got up and shouted.
These two are naturally the two masters of Ning Yanning and Ning Er.
"Drinking cool and refreshing." Mrs. Ning Er signaled him to sit down, and he personally handed a bowl to Ning Yan.
Ning Yunqi took over the hoe, and it was not a slight restraint to pick up the spoon easily.
He spent more than half of his life growing up with his uncle, and he is more comfortable here than at home.
"...The gift to be sent in June 28 is ready, can you look at it again?"
The voice of Mrs. Ning Er was introduced into the ear, and the spoon in Ning Yun’s mouth was bitten.
June 28, congratulations?
"Uncle, you know that she is going to open?" he asked, raising his head in surprise.
Ning Yan and Ning Er also looked at him with surprise.
"What opened it?" asked Ning Er.
Ning Yunqi returned to God and put the spoon down.
"No, I mean what kind of gift to prepare for June 28?" he asked.
No, what does he mean? Ms. Ning Er thought, but not asking others to deliberately avoid it is something everyone knows.
"The marriage between Princess Jiuli and Lu Qianhu." She said with a smile.
The marriage between Princess Jiuli and Lu Qianhu?
"Is it June 28?" asked Ning Yunwei.
"Yeah." Ning Er nodded and smiled, looking at Ning Yun's look strange, "What's wrong?"
Ning Yunxiao shook his head.
"It's okay." He lowered his head and continued to pick up the spoon.
It turned out to be June 28, it was a coincidence.
Jiulingtang, nine years old.
He slammed his muscles and saw the dense goose bumps on the arms of the thin summer shirt.
Nine-year-old princess.
This is really a coincidence.

Have a good weekend~~