Du Shaofu turned around, looked at the big man, and said: "If you haven't got the chance to be promoted, you must not be able to do things."
In fact, how could Du Shaofu know about this big man, it was all reasoning.
A person who can only guard the door with a mysterious cultivation base, even if it is a small boss, definitely proves that he is not very popular. Judging by the age of this big man, he also knows that he has been working in Lanling Mansion for a long time, otherwise he would be a fool. Not on the small boss. Thinking about it carefully, in fact, everyone can guess things, but let the big man listen at this time, it will naturally be different.
"How do you say this?" The big man looked at Du Shaofu and said: "If what you said today makes sense, I'll let it go. If you talk nonsense, I must beat you up today."
"Fortune tellers can lie to you for ten or eight years, but I can see results today. You will know right away whether they are lying to you or not."
Du Shaofu smiled and said: "As far as my matter is concerned today, you are too good at handling things."
"What do you mean?" The big man's eyes moved, always wondering if the kid was fooling him.
Du Shaofu said: "Think about it, if I want to see the Palace Master, if you don't inform me, what if I am really the Palace Master's relative? Then you will be unlucky, I will definitely not let it go your."
After a pause, Du Shaofu continued: "If I'm a liar, you can come out and beat me up at most, wouldn't it be enough? You don't suffer, why don't you report it? If I see the palace master, maybe I will I am happy, and I will say a few good words for you, saying that you are good at handling things, and you are smart, and when the Palace Master is happy, he might promote you."
The big man's eyes moved, it seemed that there was some truth in what he said, but he obviously still didn't believe Du Shaofu, and said: "Boy, why should I believe you, if you are a liar, the mansion master will say that I can't do things, and the bad luck will be Me!"
"Based on this." Du Shaofu took out a sword from the Qiankun bag, an ordinary sword, with some cracks on the hilt, it was given by Du Shaofu's drunkard father when he went out, and he said it was given to Lan Ling Ouyang Ling, the head of the mansion, is fine.
Du Shaofu handed the sword in his hand to the big man, said: "This is a token, you hand this sword to the Palace Master, and the Palace Master will see me immediately."
The big man hesitated for a moment, his gaze fluctuated, finally he was a little tempted, took the sword in Du Shaofu's hand, his tone was much better, and then said to him: "Then you wait, I will report."
The voice fell, the big man took the sword to report, and before leaving, he secretly signaled the other five big men to look at Du Shaofu, as if he was a little afraid that Du Shaofu would take the opportunity to slip away.
Du Shaofu stood outside the gate, his eyes moved slightly, and he was a little uncertain, after all, he didn't know how deep the friendship between the alcoholic old man and the master of Lanling Mansion was, everything was guesswork now.
The courtyard is deep and the palace buildings are continuous.
In a magnificent hall, in an antique study room, a middle-aged man is holding a jade slip in his hand. The runes on the jade slip fluctuate. It is a piece of news slip. This kind of news slip is not difficult to see. It is used to transmit messages, and it is very convenient to leave voice or text in the jade slips.
This middle-aged man has a handsome face, thick eyebrows raised slightly rebelliously, under the long and slightly curly eyelashes, his eyes are slightly closed to spy on the news in the jade slip, he has a straight nose bridge, and slightly dark skin, how do you look at it? , are all handsome and heroic men.
A moment later, the middle-aged man opened his eyes, his eyes were as clear as morning dew, and he murmured softly: "This guy, it's been almost seventeen years, and he finally made a move."
"Brother Ling." The study was pushed away, and a figure in a fiery red dress rushed in.
This is a beautiful woman, a little over forty years old, but she looks extremely young, her slender figure is plump and slim, her steps are light, there is a ring ring on the red dress, and her black hair is tied with flowing clouds There are a few pearl flowers inserted in the topknot, and she hurriedly walked to the side of the middle-aged man in a few steps.
"Sister Shan, the child is already so big and still in such a hurry, could it be that girl did something out of the ordinary again?" The middle-aged man turned his head and looked at him, his dew-like clear eyes full of tears. It is love and tenderness.
"Brother Ling, look"
The man raised his head, on his beautiful face, Ruyu's skin was blushing, and the moon-browed and star-eyed eyes burst out with excitement, and a long sword in his hand was immediately handed over to the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man's eyes fell on the sword, and his dew-like clear eyes immediately trembled, and his body trembled. He grabbed the long sword, stroked the cracked marks on the hilt, and his throat choked up. Standing up, he trembled and said, "Qing Wenjian, this is the Qing Wenjian. When I met that guy, I gave him the Qing Wen Sword."
The middle-aged man looked at the person in front of him and said, "Sister Shan, is that guy here? Is he coming to Lanling Prefecture?"
The man in the red dress also trembled slightly, but shook his head, and said, "It was reported from outside the house that a young man came, saying that he was a relative of yours."
"relative"
The middle-aged man murmured softly, then smiled, and said, "It must be that guy's son. I just received news about their father and son from Liuyun County. I didn't expect that little guy to come."
"It's Sister Aotong's child, a poor child, let's take him home." The eyes of the man in the red skirt became moist for some reason.
"Take him home"
The middle-aged man moved his eyes, and then murmured softly: "Yes, that guy and her child are our children. That child is so pitiful."
With wet eyes, he said softly: "He is here, I will take good care of him for Sister Aotong, so that he won't suffer any more grievances." After the words fell, he immediately turned around to pick him up.
The long sword is out of its sheath, and the sound of the sword is crisp
"Sister Shan, slow down."
The middle-aged man stopped the man in the red skirt immediately, and carefully looked at the blue-patterned sword in his hand, his eyes fluctuating.
"Brother Ling, what's the matter?" the man in the red skirt asked suspiciously.
The middle-aged man looked at the blue-patterned sword in his hand and said, "Sister Shan, what did you see?"
"Isn't it just the Qingwen sword? There's nothing special about it." Looking at the Qingwen sword, he didn't see anything special.
"That guy asked the little guy to come to us, why does he need tokens? Does he still need these with us?" The middle-aged man looked at the Qingwen sword in his hand, sighed slightly, and said: "The Qingwen sword is what we used to When we met, he saved my life and I gave it to him, and now he handed the Qingwen sword and his son into my hands, which means that he wants to entrust it to me."
"Brother Ling, what do you mean?" The expression of the man in the red skirt also changed a lot, and he said in amazement: "Could it be that guy wants to act alone? He entrusted his son to us, so he has no worries."
"I'm afraid this is the case. He has been waiting for nearly seventeen years. Now that his son has grown up, he will have no worries after handing it over to us." The middle-aged man sighed.
"That guy, he is so capable of going alone. No matter what, he can't fight against that giant monster alone." The man in the red dress sighed, his eyes wiped away the coldness, and said: "It's a pity that we are not strong enough to help you." to them."
"He sent Qing Wenjian and his son at this time, not only to entrust his son to me, but with my relationship with him, why should he entrust it, he will not do that."
The middle-aged man frowned slightly, and with a flick of the Qingwen sword in his hand, a surge of sword energy suddenly surged, and the Qingwen sword suddenly buzzed, and the sword energy raged, fierce and fierce, and said: "The sword is pointed at, only Wei Lingli, that guy, asked me to help him fulfill his responsibilities, let me help him hone his son!"
Outside the gate, Du Shaofu waited quietly, and after a while, he saw the big man running out.
"Boy, the above told you to wait."
The big man arrived in front of Du Shaofu, his face was very gloomy, he entered the inner mansion, but unfortunately he didn't even see the big manager, he was directly intercepted by the little manager, and then robbed his job, he even saw the mansion There is no chance for the Lord.
"Okay." Du Shaofu said lightly, he didn't know why, but he became nervous for no reason.
Du Shaofu never knew anything about the old drunkard, and never heard the old drunkard mention any friend.
But now, the master of the Lanling Mansion he wants to meet is the first person mentioned by the drunkard father. Maybe he can use this to know something about the drunkard father's past, which is what he has always wanted to spy on Yes, now I finally have some chances to get in touch with the old alcoholic father's affairs, so I feel a little nervous for no reason.
The big man looked at Du Shaofu, saw Du Shaofu's calm expression, and said: "Boy, for the sake of my notification, you can tell me whether you are the relative of the Palace Master or not. Even if you are not, I promise not to hit you."
Du Shaofu gave this big man a white look, and then asked: "What's your name?"
"Wang San, the third eldest in the family." The big man was taken aback for a moment, then said.
"Okay, Wang San, I remember you!"
Patting the big man's shoulder, Du Shaofu said with a serious face: "I will definitely say a few good things about you in front of the city lord, and wait for the promotion."
The big man looked suspiciously at Du Shaofu, he didn't know whether he should believe this little brat's words at this time, he always felt that there was no truth in this little brat's mouth.
"creak"
At this moment, the gate of the mansion opened. Usually, the gate of the mansion only opens a small door next to the gate.
The door opened, and many people came out in a hurry. A man in a red skirt ran out in a hurry.
(end of this chapter)