The house has clear winding paths, Chen Ao, Wu Saner and Zhou Heng are in the left wing room, and Zhou Ruo and Chuner are on the right.

After a while, there was a noise coming from the left. Chun'er was moved and a little restless when she heard it. Zhou Ruo was still sitting there. She wanted to teach Chun'er's daughter to be red. Seeing Chun'er absent-minded, she had to take out a pair of pianos by herself, and her delicate fingertips plucked between the strings to play the pleasant sound of the piano.

"This Chen Ao Shen Shen is really not a good person. This time I owe him a favor and I will definitely pay it back to him next time."

"Miss Zhao has some knowledge in the spring, maybe she can rest in peace."

Zhou Ruoyuan wanted to use the piano to comfort his mind, but he knew that his heart was even more confused and the sound of the piano was chaotic, so he couldn't play it with a jingle.

Zhou Ruo said, "Chun'er, please accompany me out for a walk."

No movement.

Zhou Ruo looked back and found that Chun'er was gone.

Zhou Ruo raised his skirt and stood up, and went to the left room to look for someone in anger. Chun'er was indeed in this room, and she was sitting peacefully on the round stool. Chen Ao, opposite, held a paintbrush and glanced at her from time to time. Wu Saner and Zhou Heng were commenting on both sides. Wu Saner said here: "Brother Shen, this eye is not like, Chun'er's eyes are not as deep as that."

On the other side, Zhou Heng pretended to understand and shook his head: "No, no, no, this is what the lover has in his eyes..."

Chen Ao was angry and held the pen and knocked Zhou Heng's head with a pen holder: "Get out of NM."

Zhou Heng covered his head and shouted: "Wow... it's against the sky, the book boy beats the young master!"

Chun'er couldn't sit still and smiled while covering her stomach.

Zhou Ruo coughed with a tense face, and the people in the room discovered the existence of the young lady. Wu Saner saw that the young lady's face was cold and frosty, and her body was shorter. Zhou Heng's head no longer hurt and smiled embarrassedly.

Chen Ao's eyes lit up and he whistled at Miss Zhou: "Miss Zhou, don't move, this posture is good. I'll draw a picture for you and make you satisfied."

"Little... Miss..." Chun'er was about to cry, and walked obediently behind Zhou Ruo with his head down.

Zhou Ruo held Chun'er's hand, not knowing whether it was a lesson or something in his words, and said with a cold face: "Chun'er, you are already a big girl, why are you hanging out with them? Is there one of them a good person? Especially that..." She wanted to ask a name, but she felt it was inappropriate, so she skipped it gently.

Chun'er said aggrievedly: "Brother Shen said he wanted to paint me a portrait, but I looked fresh."

Zhou Ruo pulled her away and said, "I'll draw for you. Do you want his paintings?"

As he said that, he took Chun'er back.

Chen Ao was very depressed, and the brush in his hand stopped moving, stunned. Miss Zhou had a deep prejudice against him. The sentence just now: Especially that person, he was talking about himself, right? He smiled bitterly and touched his nose: "As for it? It's just a portrait? It seems that he could eat Chun'er. Even if he eats it, what's wrong with you?"

Zhou Ruo really painted a picture of Chun'er. She was unyielding and thought that Chen Ao could draw why she couldn't draw. So she pulled the sleeves, exposed her forearm that looked like a jade lotus root, and grabbed the brush to draw.

After Zhou Ruo finished painting, after a few faint spring thunders, it started to rain outside the house. Raindrops slowly drooped in the dim sky. Layer layers of rain clouds blocked the sunlight, and in a short while, the scenery far and near was shrouded in hazy rain and fog.

Zhou Ruo was very satisfied with his work and enjoyed it for a while, asking Chun'er to see it. When Chun'er saw the painting, he said, "Why did Miss draw Chun'er so ugly?"

Zhou Ruo was a little displeased and said, "It's ugly, it's very beautiful and cute." Although she said this, she felt a little guilty. In fact, her painting skills are still good, but she just had too many distracting thoughts. Somehow, she always couldn't lift her spirits. When she thought of her angry and proud look, she was so angry that she couldn't get angry.

When your mind is confused, you will inevitably become trance when you draw.

She opened the window and saw Chen Ao and Wu Saner under the eaves. Zhou Heng was wet under the branches and leaves of the big locust tree in the rain. Chen Ao opened his arms and laughed at the dense raindrops like pearls, saying, "Whoever hides from the rain first will lose, and he gambles ten cents of money."

Zhou Ruo frowned, quickly closed the window, and said, "Crazy."

Chun'er asked excitedly: "Miss, has Brother Shen set up another gambling game? I'll go and see, he has many ideas, and the young master and Wu Saner will definitely be fooled."

Zhou Ruoran said calmly: "Don't go, see if they are going crazy? Girls can't go to their homes."

Chun'er felt very aggrieved and stopped talking.

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Mr. Xu went back to see Pan Ren and told Pan Ren clearly about the morning events. Pan Ren did not speak, with a gloomy face, paced back and forth in the study anxiously, sighing bitterly: "It's just one step late, one step late. If you sign and seal it early, you can buy this house with 800 guan. It's a pity, it's a pity."

He lamented repeatedly, his anger surged, his eyes gazed at Mr. Xu with red eyes, as if he was blaming Mr. Xu for being one step later.

According to his expectations, it was originally a maximum of 500,000 guan, or even only one or two hundred guans to buy the house. At that time, three hundred Yang Jie's masterpieces fell into his hands. Unexpectedly, the price was much higher than expected, reaching 5500 guan.

Five thousand and five hundred guan is not a decimal, almost all his wealth. He has been operating Zuiyun Tower for twenty years, but his annual income is less than five hundred guan. Although Zuiyun Tower has a high profit, he bought girls, bought fine wine, decorated his store, and handled some official positions, and met his father-in-laws in the sect. What kind of thing is that he doesn't want to be rich? Not to mention anything else, just say that he forced an official prostitute to death last time. If he hadn't taken out hundreds of guan to block the mouths of those father-in-laws, how could such a thing be easily let go.

Now he only has 3,000 guan of silver for his full amount, and he has to collect 5,500 guan in three days, but I am afraid it will not be easy to do it.

He sometimes shook his head, sometimes sighed, sometimes annoyed, sometimes sneered, suddenly looked up and asked, "Which girl is from that mansion? Have you found out clearly?"

Mr. Xu shook his head: "I guess it was from a wealthy family. Judging from her behavior, the wealthy family's wealth is probably not ordinary."

Pan Ren sneered: "It seems that there are not only one or two people who have the idea of ​​this house. There are many dreams at night, and there are many dreams at night. Should I buy this house or not?"

Mr. Xu did not answer, so he naturally didn't have to worry about such things. Pan Ren asked this, so he should ask himself more.

After a long time, Pan Ren gritted his teeth and said, "Even if these paintings are only worth thirty stakes, they will still be 9,000 stakes. Why not use 5,500 stakes to exchange for 10,000 stakes of wealth? Okay, raise money now."

Pan Ren said: "Mr. Xu, I have something to tell you to do."

Mr. Xu said: "The boss just asks me."

Pan Ren said reluctantly: "Immediately write a notice to me, and I will say that Zuiyunlou is for sale at a low price. If anyone wants to take over, it will take out the money within three days, so don't delay it."

Mr. Xu hurriedly said, "Students will write now." He turned around and wanted to leave.

"Come back." Pan Ren shouted suddenly, and a trace of suspicion flashed in his eyes: "Did you understand the details of Mr. Chen?"

Mr. Xu hurriedly said, "I inquired, Mr. Chen was indeed a wealthy family in the past, and his family was full of wealth. Later, his family was defeated and he became some jewelry passed down from ancestors and made a living by porcelain bottles."

Pan Ren sighed: "That's good, that's good, not afraid of ten thousand, just afraid that if it is, Mr. Xu, go quickly." He waved his hand, feeling very reluctant.

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Thank you very much for the rewards for the sweeping and stopping. The gift is light and affection is heavy. The tiger is a pink and tender newcomer. He walks on thin ice when he publishes books, for fear that he will write too poorly and will not be recognized by his book friends.
Chapter completed!