“Guanyu, why did this young lady come over?” Yan Hongyuan shook his head, he didn’t know what was going on.
Zhongqiu, who was standing outside, looked at the young lady in front of her and couldn’t cry. Ling Yun looked up and down at Zhongqiu and snorted coldly, “You’re not brave enough, do you know that carriages are not allowed in Puning Temple?”
Zhongqiu scratched his head and said stupidly, “Why?”
Ling Yun frowned, looking at the ordinary and a little stupid man in front of him and said disdainfully, “The only people who can enter carriages in Puning Temple are royal relatives or high-ranking officials and nobles. What are you?”
Zhongqiu looked at Ling Yun in front of him and smiled bitterly, “Yes, yes,
Your lesson is really right, but I’m just a newcomer and don’t understand the rules here, so I made such a joke. I’m really sorry.”
Ling Yun’s face calmed down a little, and he said to him, “Forget it, since it’s your first time here, I’ll bypass you.”
“Yes, yes.” Zhongqiu nodded and said.
Ling Yun was anxious about his own sister Ling Yan’s incident these days, and basically everyone who approached was scolded. Today, these four people were considered unlucky. They happened to have a conflict with Ling Yun’s carriage, which turned into a punching bag.
“Then if you have nothing else, I will leave first.” If it were the past Zhongqiu, who had been fighting against Ling Yun, had just been concerned about the identity of the three people in the carriage, and then he gave in step by step.
Ling Yun snorted coldly and turned back into the car. Zhongqiu was relieved and just as he was about to leave, he saw Ling Yun crawling out and asking, “What’s your name?”
“The young actor’s name is Jin Ming.” Zhongqiu said with a smile on his face.
Ling Yun looked at Zhongqiu in front of him and thought for a moment and suddenly clapped his hands and said, “Let’s do this, be my servant, I will give you thirty taels of silver every year.”
Zhongqiu looked at Ling Yun in front of him and really didn’t know what to say, so he had to politely refuse, “Young Master, don’t sell yourself.”
“Fifty taels.”