Missy, She Always Doesn't Seek to Make Progress.

As dusk approached, Qin Liuxi and the others finally arrived at the Chonghua Gate outside Shengjing City, hanging behind the queue to enter the city.

The queue was a bit long, and it was still a bit slow to check the relevant documents. Xiong Er jumped out of the car and came to Qin Liuxi's side of the car, explaining: "I asked the driver, because the spring is about to release the list, so there are more people entering Beijing. Very, the censorship is also stricter. One more thing, I heard that the Jiuxuan Auction House will hold an auction after Chunwei, and many people came here after hearing the news."

When he said this, he stared at Qin Liuxi and the others with scorching eyes, and asked tentatively, "Master Young Master, you said you wanted to stay at the Jiuxuan Auction Hall?"

Feng Zu glanced at him sideways, and said, "Why, do you want to inquire about the news?"

Xiong Erhan smiled and scratched his head: "No, it's not that the entrance number plate of Jiuxuan Auction Hall is very rare. If you want to enter and participate in the auction, you must have a number plate? This is a bit curious. The driver said that this spring auction Yes, because the Longevity Festival is approaching, there are a lot of rare treasures."

What he was curious about was that they lived in Jiuxuan, did they have any acquaintances there?

Feng Zu curled his lips: "You are a dignified person in Shengjing, don't you know that Wanshou Festival is on that day every year, when Jiuxuan doesn't hold an auction before this day to collect money?"

Well, there's nothing wrong with collecting money in big festivals.

Qin Liuxi looked at Xiong Er: "Want to go to the auction?"

Xiong Er's eyes lit up, is there really a connection?

He rubbed his hands and said, "It would be great if I could go and see it."

Qin Liuxi glanced at Feng Zu: "Pity this child from Shengjing, he hasn't even been to the Jiuxuan Auction."

Sealed: "..."

why me?

Well, as the boss behind Jiuxuan, it has to be him.

Feng Yu took out a bunch of red hair from his sleeve and handed it over: "Based on this, you can enter every auction."

Xiong Er stared at the red hair, whether it was curly or not, but why did he feel a little obscene?

"Do you want it, don't you want it back!" Feng Zu glared at him.

Xiong Er immediately snatched it over, and when he got it in his hand, the hair turned into a sign of a fiery red fox, very beautiful and lifelike, with a pair of eyes that were especially vivid and familiar?

He looked at the fox card, and then at Feng Zu, his heart skipped a beat. He seemed to have noticed something extraordinary?

Qin Liuxi reminded: "Don't give this brand to anyone casually, it can be used as a talisman."

Xiong Er put it in his arms immediately, and bowed to Feng Zu as a big gift: "Thank you, Master Xiu."

Father?

Feng Yu wanted to call my brother, but he seemed to be stronger in his generation, so he didn't correct him, and said: "Look how long it is, sitting in such a long car, I'm going to break my waist."

"Oh oh oh."

"No hurry." Qin Liuxi looked at a low-key and large carriage surrounded by several guards, and pouted: "Whose family is the carriage?"

Xiong Er stared, the guards cleared the way, and everyone avoided, including some carriages and horses who lined up in a regular manner, looking at the team and the badge of the leading carriage.

Orchid plus word, Lin.

Xiong Er was speechless, and said: "That is from Lin Xiang's family. The carriage is so low-key and simple, and it runs smoothly. It is probably a carriage for women's family members to travel."

There are three ministers in this dynasty, Lin Rufeng, Xie Zhengting, and one Chen Yi.

Lin Xiangnai is the first person among the three prime ministers. He was born in a poor family, and he was the number one scholar personally appointed by the late emperor. He has always supported the reform of the New Deal. When he was an official, he offended many people because of his reputation for being upright. The number one enemy of the family.

Because many of Lin Xiang's policies were introduced, they touched the pockets of the aristocratic families and cut their power. Therefore, among the three, Xie Xiang and Lin Xiang, who were born in the aristocratic families, were the most opposite, while Chen Xiang remained neutral.

"What happened to the carriage?" Xiong Er raised his heart.

Qin Liuxi is not the kind of person who does good things. He suddenly asked about a carriage that looked ordinary. There must be some reason.

And this is Lin Xiang's family.

Qin Liuxi saw that the golden and red air above the carriage was quickly enveloped by black air, and said: "The people in the carriage may feel bad, if they enter the city right now, they may lose their lives."

Xiong Er was startled.

Seeing that Xiong Er hadn't returned for a long time, Jing Xiaosi got out of the car and came over. Hearing Qin Liuxi's words, he couldn't help looking over and said, "This carriage should belong to Mrs. Lin."

"You know?" Xiong Er was surprised.

Jing Xiaosi said: "Look at the body of the horse, there is a crane, which was painted by Lin Xiang's grandson, Lin Ze. It is said that this car is a birthday present for his great-grandmother. Although the car is low-key, it is very comfortable inside, and it is well-made. It is shock-absorbing, it will not bump when you run, and it is very stable. The body is reinforced with a layer of refined iron to make it invulnerable to swords and arrows. Therefore, Mrs. Lin must take this car when traveling."

Seeing the lifelike crane, Xiong Er muttered: "This kid is too much, the crane painted on the car body is more realistic than the duck I painted on paper."

Jing Xiaosi knocked him on the head: "Idiot, Lin Zefang was taught by Lin Xiang himself, and his painting skills are taught by Qianyang, a master of landscape painting. You compare yourself to others, and you are a fart."

Xiong Er said awkwardly, "If it's Mrs. Lin's car, the people in it, Master Shao..."

The two looked at Qin Liuxi.

She said that people might die if they entered the city.

Qin Liuxi folded his arms and said, "Look at fate."

Isn't the so-called fate just hit with money?

Xiong Er took out a silver ingot from his sleeve, stuffed it into her hand, and said: "I will make a good relationship on behalf of the old lady, she is a kind person."

What a baby.

Qin Liuxi pinched the silver and curled the corner of his lips.

Suddenly, there was an exclamation from the queue.

But for some reason, the Lin family's carriage, which was still driving steadily, suddenly seemed to be startled, the horse's hooves were raised high, and the horse neighed.

This frightened the guards of Lin's family. Some flew onto the horse to stabilize the horse, while others landed on the roof of the carriage, pressing down on the carriage to prevent it from tilting.

The horse was startled but stabilized in the blink of an eye, the horse didn't run, the car didn't turn over, it seemed that the horse just skinned.

Qin Liuxi raised his eyebrows, it was indeed a good relationship.

"Madam, what's the matter?" The guard who fell from the carriage clasped his hands beside the carriage and asked.

A crisp female voice sounded: "Grandma is fine, continue...Grandma?"

The crisp voice became sharp and panicked, apparently something unexpected happened in the carriage.

The guard's heart was startled, as soon as he said that he was offended, the door of the carriage was opened, and an old nun hurriedly said: "There is something wrong with the old lady, please let Aunt Xiu come here, and then hurry back to the city to report, and ask the imperial physician to come to the house .”

The guard looked into the car, the old lady's face was like gold paper, her heart sank, she immediately winked at the rest of the guards: "Yingfeng, drive back to the city yourself."

"yes."

A woman with a lady's bun hurriedly came from behind the carriage.

Xiong Er had already run over, and when he heard they were about to leave, he said anxiously: "You can't enter the city, you can't save them if you enter the city."

Jing Xiaosi almost fell over, this idiot, can he speak?