The store owner stared at Zhao Ping with his eyes wide open.
"I, the shopkeeper, don't even know that this thing exists, how did you, an outsider, know about it?" His tone and eyes were completely unbelievable, and his head was shaking like a rattle.
Zhao Ping glanced outside and pointed to the teahouse in the distance to signal to the store owner.
Under the stunned gaze of the shopkeeper, Zhao Ping quietly said to the shopkeeper: "Shopkeeper, there are many rumors in Chengdu, pointing directly at your building."
"Rumors are just rumors after all, how can they be trusted?" The store owner glanced at Liu Ang dissatisfied, as if blaming him for bringing the person here, and then shook his head, "If you believe the rumors, wouldn't it be child's play."
When talking about it later, the store owner's tone was obviously joking.
Zhao Ping couldn't help but frown when he saw the store owner's disapproving tone and expression.
He wanted to see Liu Ang, but Liu Ang was no longer there.
Will Liu Ang tell lies to himself? Obviously impossible.
He is no longer his original self, and he already controls Liu Ang's future. Obviously Liu Ang will not joke about his future and destiny.
Since Liu Ang doesn't tell lies, there are five possibilities for what the store owner said.
First, the store owner really doesn’t know;
Secondly, although the shopkeeper is the shopkeeper, he is not the owner of Qizhenlou, so he does not know;
Third, the store owner lied, but he actually knew it;
Fourth, the store’s level is not high enough to know about this matter;
Fifth, he was a stranger when he first arrived in your land. How could he believe it?
Sixth, there is another possibility, which is a combination of the above five.
No matter which possibility it is, it is a big difficulty for Zhao Ping.
Zhao Ping glanced around and suddenly had an inspiration.
It is obviously impossible for such a precious thing to be placed on the first floor.
The first floor is a public store, and something so earth-shattering will obviously not be displayed publicly.
The first floor will not be displayed publicly. Could it be that this thing is hidden on the second floor?
Thinking of this, Zhao Ping moved his steps and headed towards the second floor.
Zhao Ping was about to walk to the second floor when two nurses stood on the stairs of the second floor. They bowed their hands very politely and said, "Young gentleman, please stay."
Now that the other party won't let me go upstairs, it's obvious that I haven't satisfied the other party. What should I do?
Looking at this layout, the other party is obviously very rich, and money is really something he doesn't care about.
Zhao Ping couldn't help but smile. It seemed that he could only go up if he had the ability to completely convince the other party.
However, apart from "The Theory of War" and "The Theory of the Unification of All Things", my articles have not impressed the world.
Zhao Ping walked around in a circle while thinking hard about how to get up.
Zhao Ping suddenly thought that he had already impressed the other party by playing the flute and chimes just now, and now he could only impress the other party with music.
But after thinking about it, what should I use?
Zhao Ping came to the outside of the Qizhen Building and saw that this Qizhen Building did not have apricot and yellow flags like ordinary treasures, but the signboard was directly erected on the highest building.
In addition, Chengdu generally only has one or two floors, which gives people the feeling of overlooking all living beings, and guests are not allowed to go up above the second floor.
The other party is so condescending, obviously there is a kind of arrogance from the heart.
Since he is someone who looks down upon the world, how can he be a hero?
It's really hard to guess what the other person likes.
After thinking for a while, he played a song with a very lively rhythm and powerful momentum.
Hearing this song, Huang Xiaoniu and the guards could not help but stretch out their right hands, press the sword or sword in their hands, and some even pulled out the sword or sword.
When they drew their swords, some onlookers were frightened and screamed: "Robbery, someone is trying to rob."
Others were shocked. Could it be that these people wanted to rob, otherwise why would they pull out their swords?
Hearing the shouts inside, the guards also drew their swords and surrounded Zhao Ping.
"Take back the sword." Cuizhu coughed, glanced at the guards, and ordered in a deep voice.
These guards suddenly realized when they heard Cuizhu's voice.
When they heard the music just now, they were all so excited that they wanted to pull out their swords and swing them around.
After Cuizhu reminded them, they understood that this could easily cause others to misunderstand, so they immediately took back their swords.
Cuizhu hurriedly stepped forward and bowed deeply to the shopkeeper, and immediately said modestly: "Report to the shopkeeper, when Xiao Langjun and his subordinates heard this music, they couldn't help but want to pull out their swords and wave them around to promote elegance. They had no other intentions. , please hope that the shopkeeper will not misunderstand and forgive me."
When the shopkeeper saw that it was a young lady of thirteen or fourteen who came forward, he couldn't help but take a deep look at her.
I thought to myself that this little lady was not simple, she could actually stop these guards with one blow. I expected that she must be a personal maid or something like that.
"This song really makes people excited. Even though I am old, I still want to pull out my sword and swing it." He laughed while stopping the guards.
He had already seen that Zhao Ping's identity was extraordinary, and Zhao Ping convinced him, otherwise he would not let Zhao Ping's guards draw their swords and swing them.
After speaking, he patted the sword on his waist.
In fact, the shopkeeper is only about forty, in his prime.
When Cuizhu heard that the shopkeeper had forgiven her, she was filled with joy and her face was full of smiles: "The shopkeeper is old, he is obviously in the prime of life, and he is more beautiful than a boy when he wields a sword."
"I'm old, so don't laugh at me." These words made the shopkeeper happy, laughing and being humble at the same time.
Zhao Ping stopped playing the song and discovered these things happened on the field.
Seeing Cuizhu handle things in a timely manner, he gave her a look of approval.
Cuizhu couldn't help but blush. She felt so sweet that she couldn't help but look at Huang Xiaoniu, the leader of the guards.
Although Cuizhu is just a glance, it contains too much content.
Not only does he have a condescending attitude, he also has a sense of pride.
Although you are Xiao Langjun’s savior, even though you are highly skilled in martial arts, but so what, you still have to obey my orders.
At the critical moment, it is me, the personal maid, who plays the role.
Huang Xiaoniu didn't expect his sudden impulse, so he pulled out his killing knife and waved it around.
She didn't expect that people would misunderstand her, and she couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.
Seeing that Cuizhu had stopped him in time, she was jealous and envious of Cuizhu.
I was envious that she was the little saint's personal maid, and I was jealous that she was so calm.
These were secondary, but what made her even more unhappy was the way Cuizhu looked at her just now.
Huang Xiaoniu was unhappy, and Zhao Ping was even more unhappy.
Because he followed the other party and played a piece of music that had already made his subordinates dance when they heard it. Unexpectedly, there was no excitement at all.
Seeing Zhao Ping frowning, the shopkeeper who was observing Zhao Ping's movements smiled slightly and stroked his beard.
Zhao Ping frowned and looked at the words "Qizhenlou", and then remembered that he was intercepted by the other party when he went upstairs. The unintentional playing of "Shepherd's Song" had already impressed the other party's shopkeeper.
Now this song can make a man's blood boil, but the other party has no reaction.
"It seems that the other party is not a hero, but an expert from this world?" Zhao Ping couldn't help but think.
A melodious, casual, fresh and refined piece of music comes out of Zhao Ping's flute, placing people immediately in a poetic landscape.
It was like a light drizzle in front of my eyes, accompanied by apricot blossoms flying all over the sky.
At this time, a group of officials, holding oil-paper umbrellas, boarded the boat and took a leisurely stroll, enjoying the mountains and rivers.
The people who had just screamed all stopped and came over one after another. While closing their eyes, they tapped their fingers lightly, as if they were not the performer but themselves, completely immersed in the artistic conception of the music and unable to extricate themselves.
This song is none other than "Between Mountains and Rivers" which has been popular for twenty years.
There was a lingering sound, and Zhao Ping accepted the jade flute.
Everyone present suddenly woke up from a dream.
They felt that they were not completely satisfied yet. Zhao Ping had already taken back the jade flute and was stuck in the artistic conception, unable to extricate himself.
The spectators and listeners all enjoyed a free music meal, but they were not in a happy mood.
He never expected that almost everyone was immersed in the music, but there was still no reaction from above.
The people above are not heroes, nor are they experts from the world. What kind of people are they?
Zhao Ping drank tea and tapped the table lightly, thinking.
"Shepherd's Song" describes a woman who impressed the shopkeeper. Could it be that the other party was a proud woman like a princess?
Zhao Ping walked around outside Qizhen Building again. After coming in, he looked at the two nurses who were still waiting under the stairs on the second floor and thought he could only give it a try.
So Zhao Ping picked up the jade flute, played slowly while walking slowly, and completely entered the world of music.
Which song can impress a woman? The other party is so aloof and arrogant.
Thinking of this, the song "Burning Flowers" splashed out from the jade flute.
It makes people seem to see all the beautiful flowers falling from the flowers and trees in the cold wind.
Among them, a sentimental little lady resisted hoeing flowers, lamenting and mourning herself while building a mound of earth for the flowers to be buried. The sad and murderous atmosphere made people feel almost suffocated.
Those who were looking at various kinds of music, chess, calligraphy, paintings and rare antiques not only stopped but also surrounded Zhao Ping.
Some sentimental ladies couldn't help but shed tears and looked at Zhao Ping dreamingly without knowing it.
Logically speaking, their officers should be jealous, but their officers didn't seem to notice.
Because their officials or family members also entered this state and did not notice the expressions of the ladies around them.
Cuizhu and Huang Xiaoniu watched Zhao Ping's performance with tears, and thought to themselves: "Little Master, you play so sadly, how can the slave family live?"
Cuizhu and Huang Xiaoniu looked at each other and saw tears on each other's faces. They couldn't help wiping them with their sleeves, and then they couldn't help but snort.
After humming for a while, he listened carefully to Zhao Ping's performance.
Not only that, but Zhao Ping's twenty bodyguards, except Liu Xianhong, were almost intoxicated with the music and could not extricate themselves.
The song "Flower Burial Song" had just finished playing, and a pretty and charming little maid who was slightly smaller than Cuizhu walked slowly from upstairs.
As she walked slowly up the stairs, she glanced at the onlookers on the first floor.
Zhao Ping was wearing a white shirt at this time. He was already a teenager, wearing a blue Confucian scarf and his skin was white and rosy.
Although Zhao Ping is not tall, the jade flute in his hand makes him stand out.
"Who was playing the flute just now? Making the master of the slave family uneasy?" Although she was dressed like a little maid, her tone seemed extremely unkind.
Listening to this tone, it was obvious that he was unhappy with Zhao Ping's "The Flower Burial", and he reprimanded him.
When you play the flute, just play some cheerful flute. Even if it is as good as the "Between Mountains and Rivers" just now, who would let you play such a sad and tearful piece of music.
Everyone looked at Zhao Ping together, their eyes full of sympathy, not expecting to make the master unhappy.
Zhao Ping couldn't help but smile bitterly when he saw the pitiful looks in his eyes.
If he still plays those mediocre tunes, how can he attract the attention of you superior masters?
Thinking of this, Zhao Ping hung the jade flute on his body and bowed his hands: "Little lady, it is the boy. In the excitement of the boy, I did not expect to disturb the elegance of the noble master. Please forgive me."
Zhao Ping's expression and tone were extremely sincere. No matter how elegant the music was, it would not disturb others.
"Why does the young man want to play a song that makes the listener cry? Why don't you play a leisurely sound?" The little maid looked at Zhao Ping with a look of displeasure and asked.
Zhao Ping smiled bitterly, I have never played the leisurely song before, but there was no reaction without you.
But I couldn't say these words, I could only keep them in my heart.
Zhao Ping bowed his hands and said to the little maid: "The boy plays this song because he wants to meet your noble master, and I hope the lady will convey it on my behalf."
"Master, you are so noisy that you still have such extravagant hopes?" The little maid came to reprimand the other party aggressively, but she didn't expect that the other party would hit the snake on the stick instead. Instead, she was defeated by the other party with a look of ridicule.
A little maid actually laughed at their idol, which immediately made everyone present unhappy.
A scholar dressed as a scholar bowed his hands to the little maid and said sincerely: "My dear lady, Xiaolangjun's music is extremely moving. It can be said that this song can only be heard in heaven and rarely heard in the world. Xiaolangjun is a sincere person. , I hope to convey it to you."
With this scholar taking the lead, everyone present, except the shop owner, begged the little maid for mercy.
The people present were impressed by Zhao Ping's talent. They were allowed to enjoy a feast of music they had never heard before for free, and they were grateful.
They had already become Zhao Ping's supporters. When they saw Zhao Ping being scolded by a little maid, they couldn't help but help Zhao Ping speak up.
"No matter how rich your master is, he may not meet such an elegant voice." Literary scholar Zhang San said to his friends beside him.
His friend Li Si beside him nodded: "This song is a rare thing. We are really lucky."
"That's right, such elegant music allows you to enjoy elegant music for free. Instead of being grateful, you scold the performer. There is no such truth in the world." The scholar Wang Wu said to his friends around him.
"Why are you so noisy? The slave family has its own opinions." Not to be outdone, the little maid glanced at everyone present and turned her anger towards everyone.
Zhao Ping and other supporters were not intimidated, so they all bowed their hands and said, "Please convey this to me, my dear lady."
"Slave, go up and ask the master." The little maid looked extremely well-mannered and returned the favor. After saying this, she stepped onto the stairs.
Less than a cup of tea time, the little maid came down again.
"Young Master, the master of the slave family is here to invite you." She said to Zhao Ping in a very calm tone.
"Young Master has gone up, and we are also blessed." Zhang San said happily to Li Si.
Li Si thought for a while and looked longingly: "The first floor is like this, but the second floor is obviously indistinguishable. I wonder if we are so lucky?"
Huang Xiaoniu and the twenty bodyguards looked at each other and hurriedly followed Zhao Ping upstairs.
The little maid opened her arms to stop them and said, "The master of the slave family only invited the young man, so you can't go up."
"You are a maid, and I am also a maid. Of course you should go up." Cuizhu looked at the little maid and wanted someone to convince her with reason.
The little maid glanced at Cuizhu coldly and opened her hands to stop her: "The master has spoken, but you can't go up."
Others present actually wanted to go up, but they didn't expect that even Zhao Ping's guards could not go up, and obviously they couldn't go up.
Just imagine that Zhao Ping wants to go up there, it’s obviously even more beautiful up there.
These spectators looked at each other and couldn't help but smile bitterly, showing regret on their faces.
Zhao Ping looked at these onlookers and bowed deeply: "Thank you for your help, I would like to thank you."
"Thank you, Mr. Lang. You are so kind, allowing us to enjoy such an elegant piece of music for free." Although these spectators could not go up, they were happy for Zhao Ping and saluted him one after another.
"There is nothing unexpected up there. Just wait for me on the first floor." Zhao Ping looked at Cuizhu and Huang Xiaoniu's resentful eyes and said to the twenty personal guards at the same time.
Cuizhu, Huang Xiaoniu and others looked at each other. Although they also wanted to go up and see what was going on, now was obviously not the time.
"I obey. Xiaolangjun (little saint)." Cuizhu and the others saluted one after another and had no choice but to agree.
Under the leadership of the little maid, Zhao Ping came to the second floor.
The layout of the second floor is obviously different from that of the first floor. There are also many rooms surrounded by corridors.
The little maid opened a room in the middle, and Zhao Ping's first impression was that it was large and elegant.
This is an extremely elegant room, covering an area of about one acre, extremely spacious, with carved beams and painted pavilions, making it look extremely wealthy and prosperous.
The painting on the wall turned out to be "Along the River During Qingming Festival". This is the real national treasure. It can be said that all the treasures below combined are not as precious as this.
On the front is a collapsed bed like "Han Xizai's Night Banquet", with a table in front.
On the right side of the table is a bottle-shaped porcelain container with calligraphy and painting about one meter high. There are several paintings and calligraphy randomly inserted in it. It is expected that they are authentic works of valuable celebrities.
Beside it is a golden beast in the shape of a crane, with the aroma of Ruinao faintly wafting from the crane's mouth.
So elegant, do you think you are disturbing the tranquility here?
Zhao Ping continued to look forward while thinking.
What surprised Zhao Ping was that there was a young lady in a white skirt sitting on top of the collapsed bed.
She wore a bright moon bead and a golden step on her head, and a double-snail bun from the Tang Dynasty. Her face could not be seen clearly with the curtain hanging down, but she remained motionless when Zhao Ping came in.
Zhe Mo is the owner of Qizhen Tower, but he must be too young, Zhao Ping couldn't help but think.
Zhao Ping noticed that there was a zigzag screen behind her. The screen was none other than "Han Xizai's Night Banquet".
Obviously, this is another real national treasure!
Zhao Ping couldn't help but be surprised, it was indeed worthy of being called the Qizhen Tower.
Sitting on the left side of the young lady is an old man in his sixties, wearing a military uniform and a Dongpo scarf on his head.
Although he is dressed up outside, his face is like an ancient moon, and he is extremely gentle and elegant.
There was a table in front of him with a teacup on it.
This is the Jingdezhen version, with mountains, water, lingering clouds and mist, making it very poetic and picturesque.
Not only that, there were two pretty and lovely maids of thirteen or fourteen standing beside them.
Seeing Zhao Ping come in, the old man put down his tea cup, looked at Zhao Ping coldly, and sat there calmly.
This old man seems to be the owner of this place, but why is he sitting next to it? Zhao Ping kept thinking in his head.
"Master, please tell me, little lady, the young man who played the flute just now has been brought here." The little maid bowed to the old man and the young lady, and reported to them respectfully.
The young lady and the old man didn't speak or move, they just nodded slightly.
Feeling that the atmosphere was very depressing, Zhao Ping stepped forward and bowed to the two of them: "Zhao Ping has met this old man and the young lady. I just disturbed the two of you, please forgive me."
When he heard Zhao Ping sign up, the old man looked at him for a few times, then nodded slightly, but the young lady still held it still.
He had already signed up, which surprised Zhao Ping. He was already a world-famous little saint, but this little lady was unmoved.
Although the little lady didn't move, the little maid who brought Zhao Ping up just now moved.
She moved her steps and stood to the left of the little lady, with the original maid on the right.
Not only that, this little maid's actions were beyond Zhao Ping's expectations.
She first glanced at the young lady, then looked at Zhao Ping and asked, "What do you want to do upstairs, young man?"
Isn't this asking knowingly? Maybe it was you, the little maid, who revealed the news about Qin Hui's letter of allegiance?
"Thank you, sir, sir, I'm here to buy Qin Hui's letter of allegiance." Zhao Ping complained in his heart, but he didn't dare not answer.
For some reason, the old man and the young lady remained motionless.
The little maid looked at the old man and the young lady, looked at Zhao Ping coldly, and directly denied: "Little Langjun, who is talking nonsense, actually saying that there is a letter of allegiance to Qin Hui here?"
"There is a lot of discussion in the tea house, pointing directly at Qizhen Tower." Zhao Ping also looked at the old man and the young lady. Don't you know, he looked at the little maid with his mouth, and he spoke straightforwardly.
The little maid's eyebrows furrowed and she asked coldly: "Does the young man actually believe these rumors?"
"There is no smoke without fire." Zhao Ping stood there and replied calmly while thinking.
Still denying it, but what is their purpose?
The little maid's tone suddenly became indifferent, she shook her head and said in a very rude tone: "Xiao Langjun, there is no so-called letter of allegiance to Qin Hui in Qizhen Tower. If it wasn't for Xiao Langjun's music that disturbed the little lady of the slave family, how could it be possible? Let you go upstairs?"
"In that case, I'll take my leave, kid." Zhao Ping looked at the little maid coldly without saying anything.
After saying that, he bowed his hands to the old man and the young lady, and Zhao Ping turned around and left.
Zhao Ping turned back and took three steps, thinking that he had tried his best. If they were really unwilling, then they would think of other ways.
At this time, the little maid's voice came: "Little husband, please stay, I haven't finished talking yet."
"Is there anything else?" Qian Ping turned around calmly without saluting. He wanted to give a gift to his mother, but he really didn't want to waste time and was not polite in his words.
The little maid glanced at Zhao Ping, and her tone was still cold: "Little Master, what was the name of the song you played just now?"
"This song is "The Burial of Flowers"." Regarding the two Bodhisattva-like old men and the young lady, Zhao Ping was too lazy to look at them. Thinking of the cold tone of the little maid, he simply answered in a cold tone.
The little maid showed a surprised expression at this time, the little lady wearing the curtain seemed to shake, and the old man frowned slightly.
Zhao Ping's heart moved slightly at this time, thinking that you were meditating like a Bodhisattva, but he didn't expect that you would also have a heartbeat.
The little maid glanced at the young lady, then turned to look at her with a somewhat surprised tone. Her tone was no longer as cold as before: "Little husband, is this Lin Daiyu's funeral song from "A Dream of Red Mansions"?"
"Of course." Zhao Ping's tone remained calm and he nodded in reply.
After thinking for a while, the little maid followed Zhao Ping's words and asked: "Little saint, since Jia Baoyu and Lin Daiyu like each other? Why does Lin Daiyu have to bury them in flowers again?"
"This is related to the family background of Lin Daiyu, Jia Baoyu and Xue Baochai." Zhao Ping thought for a while and then said, "She was sentimental about her life experience and expressed her pain by burying flowers."
The little maid nodded, looked at the young lady and said, "Since Jia Baoyu and Lin Daiyu love each other, the young man will play a song."
There is more than one little maid here, but only this little maid asked questions.
It seems that this little maid is the young lady's personal maid. Is this one of the young lady's conditions?
Zhao Ping thought for a while, what should he play?
By the way, isn't there a song in "A Dream of Red Mansions" dedicated to Jia Baoyu and Lin Daiyu?
At the same time, it was also very classic, so Zhao Ping just played the extremely sad song "Wang Ning Mei".
This song is also the theme song. It reveals the human tragedy of Jia Baoyu and Lin Daiyu falling in love but not being able to get along.
After the performance, Zhao Ping found that the little lady was shaking a few times.
Zhao Ping didn't know her expression, but the three little maids were obviously crying.
Although the old man didn't shed tears, his eyes were red.
The little maid waited for Zhao Ping to finish playing, and wiped the tears on her face with her sleeves. She couldn't help frowning and asked: "Little Master, what kind of song title is this, that makes people sad and heartbroken?"
"This song is "Wu Ning Mei"." Now that the performance was finished, Zhao Ping packed up his jade flute and replied calmly.
It was so irritating. The little maid glared at Zhao Ping angrily and said with obvious dissatisfaction: "I want you to play a song of love between two people. How can it be a love-breaking song? This song is invalid."
Do you want to listen to a song about falling in love? I don’t want to. I’ll just give you a sad song.
Zhao Ping was dissatisfied with this gesticulating little maid. Seeing the old man and the young lady pretending to be mysterious, he couldn't help but feel conflicted deep in his heart, so he came up with "Wang Ning Mei".
Do you want more love songs? But "Dream of Red Mansions" is basically a sad piece, and Jia Baoyu and Lin Daiyu ended in tragedy, so it obviously doesn't work.
Zhao Ping thought for a while, maybe Faye Wong's version of "Forgiveness", which is full of tenderness and lingering, would be more suitable.
Thinking of this, Zhao Ping adjusted his posture, and a song full of tenderness and pathos splashed out from Zhao Ping's jade flute.
The young lady listening to the music seemed to feel that the sun was setting in the west. The long-awaited man came back from other places, and she came out of the house to greet him.
The two finally walked together, looking at each other, murmuring as they strolled.
At this time, swallows were flying in the air, and butterflies and flowers were dancing to bless them.
The little maid finally showed a smile at this time, saw the sword on Zhao Ping, and suddenly asked: "Young gentleman, do you like this jade flute?"
"Of course." Finally getting to the point, Zhao Ping nodded happily.
The little maid nodded, looking at the old man and the young lady, they both nodded.
She turned her head and looked at Zhao Ping deeply, and suddenly asked: "Little Langjun, I heard that you are here to get Qin Hui's letter of allegiance?"
"That's right, young man. I hope that the old man and the young lady will do the same." This is the purpose of coming here. Zhao Ping bowed to the old man and the young lady and replied seriously.
The little maid looked at Zhao Ping carefully, which made Zhao Ping a little confused.
She suddenly pointed at Zhao Ping's sword and said: "Xiao Langjun, you can take the jade flute away now, but you have to keep the sword."
What does this mean and why do you want my sword?
However, the other party has a letter of allegiance to Qin Hui that he urgently needs. According to the principle of equal exchange, he must get something equivalent.
Qin Hui's letter of allegiance is unique, but his sword is not unique.
It seems that overall, I have made a profit by exchanging the sword for Qin Hui's letter of allegiance.
Thinking of this, Zhao Ping took off his sword and handed it to the little maid.
The little maid took it with a smile, looked at it a few times and nodded with satisfaction.
"Wait." However, after the little maid took over Zhao Ping's sword, she suddenly said something that Zhao Ping didn't expect while holding Zhao Ping's sword in her hand.
Zhao Ping was startled and came up with a brain teaser.
Could it be that the other party felt that it was a huge loss to exchange a sword for Qin Hui's letter of allegiance, so did he still make a request?
Sure enough, the little maid looked at the young lady, and then said to Zhao Ping: "Xiao Langjun, the original of Qin Hui's allegiance letter you want is indeed here. I can also exchange it with you. That is to give the score of today's song to the slave family. At the same time, I have to agree to the young lady’s three conditions.”
There is nothing wrong with the music score, but what are the three conditions for a young lady?
If it were brought up now, Zhao Ping could weigh it, but the other party didn't say it now.
Thinking of this, Zhao Ping hesitated for a moment. Should he agree or not?
"Little Prince, please don't worry about this." Seeing Zhao Ping's expression, the little maid seemed to know what he was thinking. She looked at him and kept saying: "These three conditions are very important to Little Prince." It’s easy enough, and it’s not asking you to do bad things.”
Zhao Ping fell into deep thought, Qin Hui's letter of allegiance played an irreplaceable and huge role.
There are always a lot of peace-seeking factions in the imperial court, and they are very poisonous to the Song Dynasty.
For example, Qin Hui not only proclaimed himself a vassal to the Jin Kingdom, but also harmed Zhongliang. He even used one-third of the Song Dynasty's annual fiscal revenue as a tribute to the Jin Kingdom, which greatly damaged the Song Dynasty's financial, military, and strength.
Later, the Song Dynasty was at a disadvantage for a long time in the war with the Hu people, and it was obviously inseparable from Qin Hui and his like.
Obviously, with Qin Hui's letter of allegiance, only the so-called peace-seeking factions such as Qin Hui, Shi Miyuan, Xie Fangshu, etc. could be severely attacked.
Thinking of this, Zhao Ping nodded and agreed.
The little maid had been observing Zhao Ping's expression, and her face was also uncertain.
Obviously, she was also worried that Zhao Ping would not agree.
Seeing Zhao Ping agree, she quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and the two parties agreed to exchange it in ten days.
When Zhao Ping came down from upstairs, Cuizhu, Huang Xiaoniu and twenty guards finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Cuizhu took a closer look and found that Zhao Ping's sword was no longer there, but there was a white jade flute in his hand.
Her expression changed greatly and she asked, "Xiao Langjun, where is your sword?"
After Cuizhu reminded him, Huang Xiaoniu realized that Zhao Ping's sword was missing, and his expression changed drastically.
She was not as attentive as Cuizhu, and she realized it now.
Why was the little saint's sword replaced by a jade flute?
Although she didn't quite understand it, she felt it wasn't a good thing.
Zhao Ping raised the jade flute in his hand and said happily: "Cui Zhu has been replaced by a jade flute."
Cuizhu's eyes suddenly turned red, and she glared bitterly at the little maid who escorted Zhao Ping downstairs.
Cuizhu glared at the little maid, but the little maid was not to be outdone. She opened her eyes wide and fought back at Cuizhu.
Although Huang Xiaoniu didn't like Cuizhu, he couldn't help but feel the same hatred at this moment. His eyes widened and he couldn't help but snort.
"Little Prince, where is the letter of allegiance?" Cuizhu ignored the little maid and went straight to a key question.
Zhao Ping noticed something was wrong with Cuizhu's expression, so he stepped forward to hold her soft and slender hand and said, "Don't worry, there is nothing wrong with the letter of allegiance. We have agreed to exchange it for music scores in ten days."
In response to the two men's actions, the twenty guards looked away.
Huang Xiaoniu wiped his eyes and almost shed tears.
Zhao Ping had no choice but to step forward, holding the green bamboo in one hand and the yellow calf in the other.
The two women looked at each other, snorted together, and even threw Zhao Ping's hands away at the same time.
Zhao Ping felt a little confused and wanted to step forward, but he didn't dare.
The little girl couldn't help but snorted as she saw all this before stepping onto the stairs.
When the twenty guards saw this, they hurriedly covered their mouths. They wanted to laugh but didn't dare to think about it. It was really uncomfortable to hold it in together.
Cuizhu looked at Zhao Ping, opened his mouth, and really wanted to say: "My little husband, you were sold for the money. You don't know that your current Hu-killing Sword with a carving of one, plus You are the commander-in-chief of the Sichuan Army, and it is no exaggeration to say that this sword is priceless. How can this be compared to this little jade flute."
Thinking of this, Cuizhu put her small right hand on Zhao Ping's waist.
But when she came into contact with the tender flesh of Zhao Ping's waist, it turned into a gentle touch, because at this time Zhao Ping had her left fibrous little hand.
Cuizhu looked at the little maid triumphantly and found that her face was pale, so she couldn't help but smile proudly.
Huang Xiaoniu was at the side, her eyes red again, so Zhao Ping had no choice but to step forward and hold her little hand again.
The two women looked at each other again, snorted, and tried hard together to throw Zhao Ping away.
Zhao Ping was not fooled at this time, he used both hands hard and never gave up.
When the little maid saw this, she couldn't bear it anymore and closed the door on the second floor with a bang.
Half an hour later, he finally returned to Yu Jie's mansion. Zhao Ping, who was in high spirits, went directly to the reception hall of the Sihe Courtyard.
Mother's face was beaming with joy, she waved to Zhao Ping and said, "Ping'er, come here and tell me something important, and I will arrange a marriage for you."
"Mother, why don't you ask Ping'er about such a major event in Ping'er's life?" Zhao Ping was immersed in the matter of how to take out Qin Hui's letter of allegiance from Qizhen Building, and he couldn't help but asked casually after hearing this.
When her mother saw it, Zhao Ping went out once. The sword on his waist turned into a white jade flute, and his tone of voice was also a little strange.
She skillfully pulled Zhao Ping's ear with her right hand. This time, she suddenly used force and turned it twice. She yelled and asked: "Ping'er, now that your wings are hard, I can't control you anymore. How dare you do it to me?" Mom asks for an explanation."
Zhao Ping supported his mother's evil right hand with both hands and couldn't help but said: "Mother, mother, mother, please let go, Ping'er hurts so much."
"Ping'er, you're so brave, you actually want my mother to give me an explanation!" My mother still didn't let go, stared at her, and instead turned harder, "What is an explanation? This is an explanation."
"Mother, what did you agree to for Ping'er just now?" Zhao Ping seemed to have come back from his deep thoughts, looked at his mother, and asked with some confusion.
The mother became even more angry and used force with her right hand, making Zhao Ping feel even more painful.
Cuizhu and Huang Xiaoniu looked at each other and finally couldn't hold back their tears. They both covered their faces and ran out of the hall.
