Chapter 292: The Disfigured Elder

was flung open.In a dark-colored brocade robe, with a cloak on his shouldersFu Zi Mo, in his fox fur cloak, walked in. His gaze fell on her alluring silk dress, his pupils shrinking for a moment befo...This time, Qin Luoyan was even more satisfied. Her smiling face made Lao Liu stunned and confused. This kind of thing, if it were any other craftsman, who could accept it But she was different, she accepted it calmly instead.

While the master was distracted, Lao Liu secretly gave her another thumbs up. For the sake of completing the mission, Brother Qin is truly capable of bending and stretching, simply too dedicated!

After the head monk had finished his business, he gave a few more reminders to make sure they did a good job with the toys for the young master of the Prince's Mansion before dismissing them. Just as the two turned around, another steward led them back in.

"Greetings, Prime Minister!" The head of the neighborhood immediately bowed respectfully upon seeing the arrival.

Everyone present bowed to the monk, and they followed suit. Even Qin Luoyan stiffly bowed along with everyone else to Yin Qi. Her heart was filled with shock; she hadn't expected to meet Yin Qi here, and there was also a disfigured old man behind him. The old man seemed to have difficulty with his legs and walked with a limp.

Yin Qi waved his hand, and the head monk only then respectfully had someone bring a chair over. "I'm deeply sorry for not welcoming you properly, esteemed Yin Xiang. Please don't mind."

"No need for such courtesy, Master Yin." In public, Yin Qi always put on a refined and courteous demeanor. If Qin Luo had not witnessed his frantic and intense side, she would have been fooled by his apparent grace.

She was shocked and forgot to hide her direct gaze, which surprised Yin Qi. He looked over curiously and frowned, asking the master of the temple: "Who are these two..."

"Oh, these are the craftsmen from our armory. They're quite skilled. I had them make some toys for Prince Wu Xuan's young son earlier." The abbot quickly introduced them.

"Martial King Xuan came" Yin Qi frowned, his eyes deep as water.

The head monk nodded, "He came last night, asking us to make a few handy little toys for the young master in our armory."

"Oh…" Yin Qi lowered his head, seemingly lost in thought. However, that single "oh" held a profound meaning.

Qin Luoyan knew that Yin Qi was an extremely intelligent person, always able to analyze the information he wanted from these anomalies. Fu Zimo's actions seemed normal, but for someone like Yin Qi, they were abnormal. He probably suspected Fu Zimo's motives.

However, Yin Qi didn't think for too long before smiling and raising his head to say to the monk, "To be honest with you, Master, I came here today because I have something to ask of you."

"Prime Minister Yin, you're too kind. If you have anything, just tell me." The head of the temple was extremely flattering with a smile, but he was inwardly puzzled. For two days in a row, big shots had been coming to the weapons workshop. How could someone as delicate as him handle it He didn't know what kind of request this important person would make.

Yin Qi was just being polite, so he gracefully descended the steps and said, “To be honest, it’s my old friend who wants a weapon workshop artisan to help him create something.” He pointed at the disfigured old man beside him.

The old man's face seemed to have been burned by a raging fire, half of his face had melted away, and the other half was covered in scars, completely unrecognizable from its original appearance. He stood motionless behind Yin Qi, his eyes filled with sorrow.

Before Yin Qi, even the shop owner didn't dare to show any disdain. He still smiled and said to the old man, "I wonder what kind of thing the old gentleman wants to create"

The elder remained silent, instead directing his gaze at Yin Qi. Only then did Yin Qi speak up: "His throat was also injured, so he can't speak. Let me explain for him. Look at his feet; they are also hurt, so he wants to have a pair of special shoes made, one high and one low, preferably to compensate for his limp."

"Huh" The blacksmith thought he had misheard, his smile froze on his face, and the muscles on his face began to twitch uncontrollably. These big shots' requests were getting weirder and weirder. Yesterday, King Wu Xuan came to have toys made, and today this Minister Yin wanted shoes This was a weapons forge! He made weapons, for heaven's sake!

The head monk wanted to cry, but he had no choice but to agree. He could only bite the bullet and say, "Since Prime Minister Yin has spoken, of course we are happy to do so. We will definitely find the best craftsmen to make shoes for this old man!"

Although he said so, the abbot's heart was filled with distress. It was already difficult to find someone who could make toys, let alone someone who could make shoes. Those craftsmen who prided themselves on their skills would surely object if they had to do that as well.

Just as the head monk was in trouble, a voice came from behind him, to him, the voice sounded as usual.

"Sir Shopkeeper," Qin Luoyan said, cupping her hands in a salute. "Why not let me make shoes for this old gentleman as well"

The head monk turned back, looking at Qin Luoyan in surprise.

Qin Luoyan smiled again and said, “I’m genuinely interested in making these shoes. When I saw the old man walking earlier, an idea came to mind. What if we connected the shoes to the old man's knee joints with iron chains Then, as he walks, the shoes could automatically adjust their pressure, perhaps allowing him to walk like a normal person. That’s why I really want to give it a try.”

She spoke eloquently, but her gaze fell on the disfigured old man's wrist. There was a scar on his wrist, one she had seen before and would never forget.

“Are you really willing to make shoes” The head monk now found Qin Luoyan increasingly pleasing. This kid had solved his problems several times, and he even secretly decided that if she made the toys and shoes well, he would give her a big reward!

"I'm willing to," Qin Luoyan smiled and nodded, not a trace of being forced on her face.

The master nodded, then turned to Yin Qi and said, "Prime Minister Yin, don't underestimate her age. She is very skilled. Since she has such information, why not give her a chance to try"

Yin Qi frowned, staring at Qin Luo Yan. His gaze was piercing, as if he wanted to see something in her face. This kind of stare made Qin Luo Yan feel a little uneasy, afraid that he would recognize her. But just when she was about to give up, Yin Qi looked away.

"Alright, let him try." After Yin Qi agreed, the monk breathed a sigh of relief.

In order to have shoes made that fit Qin Luoyan, Yin Qi asked the disfigured old man to stay temporarily in the weapons workshop until the shoes were finished. Qin Luoyan had no objection to this and even enthusiastically offered a spare room for the old man to live in.

But no one knows, deep within Qin Luo's smile there was a fleeting calculation. The appearance of this old man was an opportunity for her, and also an opportunity for Xiao Fan!

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(: b/23/23838/) wife or concubine, he treated her so casually.Sunlight fell upon the two of them, highlighting Qin Luoyan's fair skin even more. Her long eyelashes concealed the unwillingness and sadness in her eyes...