In a certain sense, it is similar to "intermediary".

However, this Yin Liu'er was actually a well-known broker in the capital, which was somewhat unexpected to Lu Jinxi. This kind of person is generally black and white.

With a smile on her lips, she suddenly laughed: "How did you get on with him in the first place?"

"To tell you the truth, he used to be a slave and maid from his hometown. Later, when he came to the capital, the slave and maid also gave him two points. But later, the others disappeared."

Speaking of this, Qing Que also frowned slightly.

"When he appeared, he was already a gangster, and he knew some of the three sects and nine streams. The last time you asked to do something, the servants could only think of him."

It's no wonder that the blue sparrow can be trusted.

The kindness of sending charcoal in the snow, and being a fellow countryman, is naturally better than looking for it outside.

Lu Jinxi originally wanted to make fun of whether Qing Que had anything to do with him, but seeing Qing Que's calm face, it really didn't seem like she had a head and tail with this Yin Liu'er, so she dismissed the idea.

She leaned in the carriage, watching the small wind blowing the curtains, revealing the scenery that was passing quickly outside, and did not speak.

She didn't care about He Shi's life or death for the time being.

As for Sister Lang's matter, it has already been agreed with Sister Li, and it will be resolved together when we greet you tonight.

At that time, it is barely considered that the things in hand have been cleaned up, and you can consider doing something else.

Lu Jinxi had a very clear plan in her heart.

Because she hadn't slept for too long yesterday, she closed her eyes and rested in the car now.

After about half an hour, the carriage went around several long roads in the inner city and finally reached the boundary of the outer city.

The surrounding voices suddenly became louder.

In the street market, people come and go, bustling, haggling, shouting and selling... all kinds, and so on, filling the entire outer city noisy.

After a certain street, the voice gradually changed.

Originally, the voices of those who sold food and drink and even dog skin plasters were less. The occasional voices were also "Look at this, the real work of Dong Zhihang", "The best pine smoke ink" and so on.

Presumably, it has already arrived at the place where the literati live.

Every three years in the capital, there are students taking exams, and most of them live in this area. Over time, it has become a place where ordinary literati gather in the capital.

Not to mention, today is the most lively time for the imperial examinations.

After walking for a short while, the coachman shouted, "Second grandma, here we are."

Qingque hurried forward, lifted the curtain, and helped Lu Jinxi out.

Hanmo Xuan is a small two-story building of quite a certain scale.

The three shops facing the street are opened up, and the decoration is quite elegant. Even the door leaves are painted with a few green bamboos, which are indeed worthy of the three words "Han Mo".

Lu Jinxi got out of the car, looked at it, and found that it was still early, and the location of Han Moxuan was a bit remote, so it wasn't lively yet.

Inside and outside the door, few people walked around.

Of course no one noticed the carriage parked in front.

Qing Que went to explain that the driver drove the horse to the side, and then came up to Lu Jinxi and said, "It's inside, it's hard to talk downstairs, and I'm afraid that there will be too many people coming. Although there are few people at this time, you can be prepared. Please be prepared. Go upstairs."

This is safe.

Of course Lu Jinxi had no objection, nodded, and walked up the low steps in front of him, and entered the gate of Han Moxuan.

There are many Bogu frames in the shop, and there are some painting cylinders on the ground with some rolled up painting scrolls. On the surrounding walls, there are a lot of calligraphy and paintings, and the ink is new on the left and old on the right.

Several girls in spring shirts are holding dusters and cleaning the surrounding bogu racks.

A few guys moved the painting cylinder on the ground, as if to adjust the position.

One staircase, located on the far left of the lobby.

Qingque waved his hand and led the way.

Lu Jinxi went up the stairs, and before she could reach the last step, a loud voice came from a corner upstairs: "Yinzi, hurry up and call someone to move it, how long has this mother been moldy? What a waste of my money!"

"Yes Yes Yes!"

A guy downstairs heard the voice and hurriedly agreed.

Lu Jinxi couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly, but he stepped on it steadily.

The layout upstairs is slightly different from the downstairs.

On both sides of the stairs, just like the downstairs, there are a lot of paintings and calligraphy hanging, but at the same time, they are also facing the four rooms, which are basically facing the street. The doors are open, and you can vaguely see the more delicate furnishings inside.

The voice just now came from one of the rooms.

Lu Jinxi looked at the prestige, and saw a young man in a brown round-neck robe with rich and noble patterns in the room to the east of Hanmo Xuan, throwing some poems on the table to the ground, and scolding in his mouth.

"I really have blood mold, how can I buy such a bad shop! Calling you a motherfucker..."

This turned out to be insulting himself.

After thinking for a while, Lu Jin guessed the identity of the other party, and then turned to look at Qing Que's expression, already a little frightened and trembling.

"Madam, he, he, this..."

"I know."

Market habits are fine.

It's not that Lu Jinxi has never seen someone more rude than this, and it's not her who is being scolded.

"Let's go and have a look."

As she said that, she turned around and walked towards the east-facing house.

That Yin Liu'er was still smashing things outside, her clothes were wrinkled, and a cheesy gold silk belt was tied around her waist.

"Grandma told you earlier that Lao Tzu is going to treat distinguished guests. If you want to clean up, you will clean up like this! It has delayed Lao Tzu's important affairs, be careful that Lao Tzu will cut you off!"

He never stopped cursing.

It was quiet downstairs and around, and no one seemed to dare to talk back.

"Whoa!"

Another collection of poems that had been stained with ink was thrown out of the room by him.

"Why is there such a broken book? What is it written? I can't read it clearly! Don't hurry-"

"Clap."

The poetry collection landed, and Yin Liu'er's voice stopped abruptly.

He was throwing a book while he turned his head inadvertently, and he saw a figure appearing outside the door, ah no, how do you say those words of the sour scholars?

Liying? Qianying?

Hey, no matter what his mother says, it looks good anyway.

She was rummaging through boxes and throwing things, but seeing Lu Jinxi at the door, Yin Liu'er was dumbfounded.

He was at most twenty-five or sixteen years old.

The forehead is broad, the eyebrows are thick, and the eyebrows are well-shaped, like the vast distant mountains, the eyes are philistine and shrewd, and the corners of the eyes are a little deep, as if they had been drawn with ink, it is actually very flavorful looks.

But if you look closely at the facial features, you will feel that this person is very ordinary.

"Are you Yin Liu'er?"

Lu Jinxi has long been immune to the gazes of others.

She glanced at the already stupid young man, then swept away the mess on the ground, and raised her eyebrows slightly: "Listen to Qingque, you want to see me."

Yin Liu'er immediately recovered.

Under Lu Jinxi's gaze, he even felt agitated, inexplicably having a feeling that "this woman doesn't seem to be shallow".

This land in the capital city is at the foot of the emperor.

It is easy to say that it is easy to be mixed, and it is difficult to say that it is difficult.

Yin Liu'er was a scumbag. When he first came to the capital, he was considered poor, but now he is a well-known broker. In Xia Jiuliu, regardless of whether it is clean or dirty, he can always introduce people to others who need to do things.

So, over time, the days are getting better.