"Master!"
It's okay that Shen Liang didn't say that he wouldn't let Chu Qi do it. Hearing what he said and his master agreed, Yang Fan was frightened.
After all, his master is one of the true dragon candidates.
First of all, one of the principles of flattery in life is "You have no joke."
What you promise must be done.
But based on this premise, if the Shuchuan fighting cock personally selected and enshrined by the King of Shu really fails, wouldn't his master have to fall into an extremely passive situation?
Yes, even if Shen Liang can keep his promise, he will not let his master take off his clothes and run wild on the street.
Then who can guarantee that he will not let his master jump into a manure pit, have his chest broken with rocks, or find a nearby prostitute to stage a drama of racial reproduction in the street?
Once so.
Yang Fan couldn't imagine what the consequences would be after Chu Qi returned to the court.
But one thing he can be sure of is that even if he has a hundred lives, he won't be able to kill him when he goes back!
Seeing Yang Fan's anxious and worried look, Chu Qi smiled and shook his head:
"I'm waiting for this trip because I have something to discuss with Mr. Shen, right?"
Click to stop.
Chu Qi knew that this person who had been his reading companion since childhood was a smart person. Even if he was not extremely smart, he was still the kind of person who could understand everything at once.
In fact, Yang Fan did understand.
To put it bluntly, even if Shen Liang didn't take the initiative to offer a bonus, his master would find the right opportunity to make the same move as Shen Liang.
After all, he and Chu Qi came with a mission on their trip to Jinzhou.
And if you want to complete this task——
Intimidation, no.
Because one thing Shen Liang said just now was right.
In Jinzhou, no one can be disrespectful to the Jin Palace under the eyes of King Jin.
Incentive?
Nope either.
Although the world doesn't know how much wealth the Jin Palace has.
But there is a general concept.
Describing this concept is very simple, just four words.
Rich enough to rival a country.
So since coercion and inducement won't work, naturally we can only resort to some crooked ways.
This is what Chu Qi thinks he is smart enough, otherwise he would not have secretly communicated with the King of Shu two months in advance and asked the King of Shu to search for such a "Yum-Victorious Chicken" in Sichuan City, the birthplace of cockfighting. .
Seeing the resolute look in his master's eyes, Yang Fan felt half-hearted and could only silently accept his fate, fully prepared to be beheaded if he returned to court afterwards.
On the other side, Chu Shile was actually not as sure of victory as he appeared on the surface.
"Brother Liang, come here and let's have a chat."
As he spoke, Chu Shile pulled Shen Liang aside.
"Brother Liang, we are considered top experts in the cockfighting business. You can't tell that the cockfighting cock held in the little legs is an authentic Sichuan cockfighting, right?"
Shen Liang smiled confidently.
"Nonsense, if you can't see this, wouldn't it be in vain for more than ten years?"
"Oh, the key point is that it is obviously not an ordinary Sichuan fighting cock! Look at the color of the comb on its head, it is already red and purple. There is a saying that 'Sichuan fighting cock, the pink comb is weak, the red comb is strong, and the red comb is strong. The one who wears purple is the king. If we have to fight this game right away today, then I don’t have a Sichuan fighting cock with a red and purple crown on hand."
Chu Shile's lucid analysis did not dampen Shen Liang's self-confidence at all.
There was a bit of cunning in his smile, and he raised his eyebrows at Chu Shile in a sinister way:
"Have you forgotten, don't we also have an authentic white-feathered chicken?"
"White-feathered chicken? What white-feathered chicken?"
"The one who's the same age as me."
"No Brother Liang, are you testing me or teasing me? A fighting cock can only live for twelve or thirteen years at most. Why didn't I know that you have a white-feathered chicken about the same age as you? ? And I’ve never heard of a white-feathered chicken variety in cockfighting!”
Shen Liang, who was really not up to the channel, was completely defeated. He rolled his eyes and revealed the answer.
"General Bai."
"General Bai?!"
Chu Shile's eyes widened, obviously he knew "General Bai".
General Bai is a member of the Shen family army, but he is not a person, but a "bird".
This "bird" has a golden crown and white feathers, and is also known as the Golden-crested White Eagle. It is a sacred bird recognized by the emperor and people of the Mongolian Dynasty as a protector of the country.
Throughout the entire 700 years of the Mongolian Dynasty, the number of golden-crested white eagles could not exceed ten fingers.
The one that was raised by the Jin Palace since childhood and was regarded as a pet by Shen Liang was the result of his father, the King of Jin, who led his army northward to defeat the Mongolian Dynasty. In order to save his life, the Emperor of the Mongolian Dynasty gave many gifts to the Jin Palace. One of the treasures.
But the key is...
"Brother Liang, General Bai's wingspan is about ten feet, and his physique is nothing like a chicken's worth. Moreover, in all these years, I have never seen a fighting cock with white feathers!"
"Do you think you are like Sa?"
Shen Liang, who was about to go crazy because of Chu Shile's "stupidity", grabbed Ya's ears.
"Let's go back to the palace with me. Don't worry about anything. Just wait and watch the show."
After saying that, Shen Liang turned around and waved to Chu Qi:
"We will go back to the palace to get the chicken. If you two feel it's too sunny outside, you can go to Baihua Building to meet the two girls for a drink first, but remember not to blame me. I won't admit it when the time comes."
Shen Liang is not a stingy person.
But what he heard scolded most by Shen Wanjun since he was a child was that some first- or second-class official in the temple went to the emperor to sue him.
Although the emperor never really accepted the "death advice" of those high officials, it was still not that comfortable to listen to.
Therefore, Shen Liang subconsciously planted a seed of resistance against the Imperial Capital in his heart early on.
And everyone who comes from the imperial capital will inevitably be hated to the highest degree.
From this point of view, no matter how rich Shen Liang is, even if he throws it away to beggars on the roadside, he will not spend a penny in vain on the people inside the high wall.
After leaving Baihua Tower for a while under Yang Fan's hostile and resentful gaze, Shen Liang took Chu Shile, who was panting all the way, and quickly ran back to Prince Jin's Mansion.
The servants who met and greeted each other in the mansion were all ignored by Shen Liang.
He went straight to his own mansion and greeted him as soon as he entered:
"Xiaomei help me prepare four kinds of flower juice paints: white, red, purple and yellow!"
"Xiaolan brings two big cattail fans!"
"Xiaozhu, Xiaoju, you two prepare some pastries and tea. Your Highness is hungry!"
Plum, Orchid, Bamboo and Chrysanthemum are known as the Four Gentlemen, but in the courtyard of His Highness the Prince of Jin's Mansion, there are four beauties whose looks can reach seven points and above.
The little plum is delicate, the little orchid is fragrant, the little bamboo is heroic, and the little chrysanthemum is plump.
Each has its own beauty, and each has its own skills. They are all only a few years older than Shen Liang. They are not only childhood playmates, but also the maids in the four courtyards who manage Shen Liang's daily life.
She is called a maid, but her power is slightly higher than that of the palace steward.
After all, the person with the highest official rank in Prince Jin's palace is not King Jin Shen Wanjun, but the youngest son of King Jin - Shen Liang.
In less than half an hour, all the things Shen Liang told him were done.
Shen Liang took Chu Shile and sat at the stone table in the courtyard. He first picked up a piece of osmanthus cake and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Come and eat, let's fill our stomachs first and then get back to work."
Looking at the four kinds of flower juice pigments on the ground, Chu Shile finally came to his senses.
"Brother Liang, are you thinking..."
