But soon the dismayed scholar figured out one thing, "The copy that you let me make by imitating Prime Minister Luan's calligraphy was not for collection?"
In surprise, Li Fuyao looked at the scholar, who could barely afford to eat, and then shook his head.
He wouldn't say more.
It was already a boring thing, no matter how much he talked about it.
The scholar looked in silence at the silver ingots in front of him, lost in thought.
He would have liked to ask for clarification, but would the money still belong to him after he got the answer?
People had to give to get.
Walking out of the not-so-large painting and calligraphy shop and looking at the sky with not-so-good weather, Li Fuyao looked odd, with his sword case on his back.
Walking through the crowd, he came to a lane called Ve
