The emperor is still tied: stop, this palace is robbed

Chapter 67 He took over the task 3
Fallen Leaf Villa in the Suburbs of Beijing

Shopkeeper Liu left the city early in the morning and came to the outside of the village, waiting patiently for someone to open the door.

"Is Shopkeeper Liu okay?" The person who opened the door was still an old man.

The old man was very displeased when he saw shopkeeper Liu.

"Hehe, Uncle Cheng, is your young master there?" Shopkeeper Liu asked with a smile on his face.

"Just say something, you don't have to laugh so disgustingly." Uncle Cheng said coldly.

"Well, hehe, I brought big business to your young master."

Shopkeeper Liu put away his smile in embarrassment.

If it wasn't for the fact that the business was too big and the risk factor was too high this time, he wouldn't want to show his hot face to the old man's cold ass.

The old man didn't speak, just let go of one hand and let shopkeeper Liu enter the village.

The melodious sound of the piano came from the courtyard, adding a bit of mystery to this calm manor.

"You wait here, I'll go ask the young master for instructions."

Old man Cheng stood in the courtyard and said coldly.

"Okay, I'm going to be Uncle Lao."

Shopkeeper Liu habitually showed a smiling face.

In the gazebo in the backyard, Yan Haoran was sitting in front of the qin, playing the qin.

Old man Cheng didn't say anything, although he could hear from the sound of the piano that the young master was upset, but the young master never liked people to be busy, so he had no choice but to keep his worries in his heart.

He had been standing in front of the first step and waiting until the sound of the piano stopped in the street.

Yan Haoran had already sensed that Uncle Cheng was standing in the audience, but now he is not in any mood.

"Tell me what's going on."

The sound of the piano finally stopped, but Yan Haoran's fingers did not leave.

"My lord, the shopkeeper of Mingxiang Tea House in Beijing is here."

The expression on Yan Haoran's face did not change, but his hands left the strings.

"Let him in." It took a long time to hear his voice without warmth.

"Yes, the old slave will call now."

After a while, shopkeeper Liu bowed his head and walked in with a flattering face.

Even at the head of the stage, he only sees Yan Haoran's back, this is the killer's habit, and won't let people see their true colors.

The intermittent sound of the piano made shopkeeper Liu very embarrassed. He didn't know whether he should speak at this time.

"Go ahead."

"Okay, Mr. Yan, there is a big business, I wonder if Mr. Yan is interested?"

Shopkeeper Liu said happily.

Yan Haoran didn't speak, he was waiting for the shopkeeper to continue talking.

(End of this chapter)