Footsteps were heard at the door, and Duanmu Lang entered the elegant room under the guidance of another little boy.
"Fu Mingsuo! Hurry! Help us! Our palace is in chaos!" Duanmu Lang entered the house and sat directly in front of the tea table. With a "snap!" he opened his folding fan and started fanning it rapidly.
Fu Mingsu sat behind the tea table with his robe in hand and reached out to pour Duanmu Lang a cup of tea. "Young Prince, what are you talking about? Who dares to cause chaos in Prince Kang's mansion?"
Duanmu Lang glanced at Fu Mingsu and knew that he didn't believe him: "Let me ask you, do you still have the cup you gave to my father?"
Fu Mingsuo brought the tea to Duanmu Lang, lowered his eyes and smiled, with a sharp and shrewd light in his eyes. He still didn't understand what I said? This is because one cup is not enough, so I want to make a pair.
"What a pity, that cup is one-of-a-kind." Fu Mingsui is a shrewd man. Even if someone is a royal family member, he would not indulge them with such a big appetite. Besides, that cup is indeed one-of-a-kind.
Duanmu Lang picked up the teacup and took a sip, puzzled: "Other people's cups come in pairs, why is the one you gave to my father unique?"
"That's priceless." Fu Mingsui smiled slightly and picked up the teacup to drink tea.
"Now it's lost. Where can I get another one to appease my father?" Duanmu Lang put down the teacup in frustration, his wishful thinking completely shattered.
"Ahem." Fu Mingsu was shocked and choked on the water. "W-what? Lost it?"
Duanmu Lang rolled his eyes at him and said, "Yes, it's lost!" Duanmu Lang put away his folding fan in frustration and banged on the table anxiously, "That's why there's so much chaos!"
Fu Mingsui was also surprised. It turned out that Duanmu Lang was not hinting at him to send another cup, but that he had lost the unique cup!
Duanmu Lang looked at Fu Mingsuo unhappily: "Fu Mingsuo, why did you give something so wrong that you could give my father something that hits the nail on the head? My father loves your cup so much that he even sleeps with it in his arms, do you know that?!"
Duanmu Lang's angry words made Fu Mingsuo secretly happy.
Duanmu Lang continued to knock on the table with his folding fan: "Father lost his cup at noon, and he was so anxious that now the whole palace is looking for his quilt. He also said that if he couldn't find it, he would dig out the eyes of all the maids on duty so that they wouldn't take a good look at his cup. Originally, I wanted to ask you to get an identical one to take back to appease my father. I thought there would always be a pair of this kind of cups, but it turns out you don't have any! What do you think we should do now? Fu Mingsuo, I don't care. It's you who caused the chaos in my palace. You have to find a way for me!" Duanmu Lang picked up the folding fan and pointed it at Fu Mingsuo's face.
Fu Mingsu also looked regretful. Not to mention King Kang, he also liked that cup. He frowned in worry. Since the young prince had come to him about this matter, if he didn't take care of it, he would offend both the young prince and King Kang.
"In this life, a rare goods merchant brought it to me..." Fu Mingsu recalled slowly, "The merchant said that the craftsmanship of this cup was made by some elves in the West, and it is absolutely impossible for humans to make it. Later, I also asked someone to imitate one. Indeed, every craftsman in Beijing can make it." Fu Mingsu said these words with a bit of mystery. He leaned forward slightly and looked at Duanmu Lang seriously. "The reliefs on the surface of the cup may be made, but the beauty inside the cup is really impossible to make. Therefore, this cup is a treasure. Tell me, how did this cup get lost?"
Duanmu Lang frowned, leaned forward slightly, looked outside to make sure there was no one around, and said in a low voice, "You are not allowed to laugh after I tell you this."
Fu Mingsu's face immediately became solemn.
Duanmu Lang curled his lips and raised his eyebrows, looking more dandy: "Didn't my father ask for this cup to accompany him to sleep, so he made a cushion specifically for the cup next to the pillow of his couch when he took a nap. He usually put the cup on the cushion, and did the same today. Then he said that when he was half asleep, he saw a little man enter his room and take away his cup. He wanted to snatch it back at that time, but found that he couldn't move, as if..." Duanmu Lang was embarrassed and gasped, as if his teeth were aching. He was too embarrassed to say the rest of the words.
"Sleep paralysis?" It was Fu Mingsui who saw it and said it for Duanmu Lang.
Duanmu Lang nodded, feeling even more ashamed. "My father said that the villain took the cup out of the window and flew away, and then he woke up and has been making noises ever since. Tell me, who would believe this? A ghost making trouble in broad daylight and being paralyzed by a ghost? But if it's fake, the cup is indeed gone! At that time, there were not only maids but also guards at the door of my father's house. Who dared to steal things in broad daylight? Who dared?! Even if they dared, how could so many eyes not see it? Hiss... Hey, don't you think this is strange? Could it be that this cup... grew legs and ran away? What did you say that cup was? Was it made by a Western goblin..."
"Elf..." Fu Mingsui explained.
“Hey!” Duanmu Lang waved his hands, “Anyway, it’s not a human, so what do you think… will this cup… Hiss…” Duanmu Lang suddenly grabbed Fu Mingsuo by the collar, glaring at him, “Fu Mingsuo, you are such a wicked thing! What kind of evil thing did you give my father!”
If it were an ordinary person, he would have kneeled down and begged for mercy after being yelled at by the young prince and accused of sending evil things. But Fu Mingsu remained calm, with a businessman's smile: "Young prince, things made by elves are treasures, not evil things, so... maybe it is because they are treasures that... the monster has taken a fancy to them?" Fu Mingsu's eloquence turned black into white in an instant.
Duanmu Lang raised his eyebrows, looking puzzled: "Huh? Monster? Fu Mingsu, are you as confused as my father? Where did this monster come from?"
Fu Mingsu thought for a moment and took away Duan Mulang's hand that was grabbing his collar: "Young Prince, I think the villain that the old prince saw might be real."
"What?" Duanmu Lang stepped back and looked at Fu Mingsuo several times.
Fu Mingsui also saw that he didn't believe it: "Wait a moment." Fu Mingsui stood up and went to the stairs beside the elegant pavilion and walked up. Upstairs was where Fu Mingsui stored ancient books.
He opened an antique shop, so he had to cater to the tastes of various customers. Some officials loved to collect ancient books, especially manuscripts. Therefore, he had also collected a lot of ancient books over the years.
Duanmu Lang slowly opened his folding fan, and drank tea while fanning himself. He wanted to see what Fu Mingsui was up to.
After a while, Fu Mingsui came down with a bamboo slip in his hand, which was obviously quite old.
Duanmu Lang saw him approaching and opened the bamboo slips on the tea table. On it were written a kind of seal script that was popular a thousand years ago. If you were not a person who studied calligraphy or ancient books, you might not be able to read all the words on it.
Duanmu Lang was secretly surprised and looked closely at Fu Mingsui in front of him.
No matter how you look at it, Fu Mingsu is a businessman. He has a businessman's smile on his face, and his eyes are full of the businessman's shrewdness. He often goes in and out of brothels with them at night, but he is actually a learned scholar who can read ancient scrolls. (To be continued)