"Boy, let me tell you clearly, this year's coins are actually a dowry. Daliang has decided to send Princess Ning to Dijon for marriage, and Dijon will form an alliance with Daliang to become a vassal for a hundred years." Jia Taishi Gao He said: "Everyone in the world criticizes me as a sycophant, but they don't know that they are short-sighted and have no foresight. Sending a princess and a batch of coins can stabilize the two countries for at least ten years, and the people can live and work in peace and contentment, and no longer suffer from war. This How good of a deal is this?" He turned to Song Che and asked: "Ninety percent of the tens of thousands of people in Daliang do not want war, especially a wealthy businessman like you who has a wealth of wealth and is well clothed and well-fed. Conscience? Dignity? Bloodiness? Compared with laboring the people and harming the wealth. How much is our war worth? It’s a pity that these common men like Gao Chen just don’t understand and spend all their time in the court arguing about sending troops to fight. Will His Majesty the Emperor accept him? No, Your Majesty will only listen to me." Jia said. Is the Grand Master at fault?
Was Gao Chen wrong? There is no absolute right or wrong in this world, it's just that the path chosen and the means used are different.
"Okay, that's about it. You are a smart man and should know how to weigh the pros and cons. Chen Peng is the transfer envoy sent by the emperor this time. He will stay in Yangzhou to cooperate with you in gathering these coins," Mrs. Jia The master patted Song Che on the shoulder, making no secret of it and threatening openly: "After the coins are collected, I want you to personally accompany the team to transport them to Dijon. This matter is related to the destiny of the country. There must be no mistakes, let alone the slightest care. Otherwise, your world bank, your Cuju competition, your salt farm, your cloth shop, your jewelry, your family, everything you have in the world will disappear without a trace; you must not have any The illusion that 'you are very important', to me, you, and even the Yang family in the past, are just dogs. There are many people in this world who want to be dogs for me. After one dog dies, there will be another. to take your place."
"Hahaha..." Master Jia laughed and walked out of the inn. ...This night, Song Che still had no sleep. He stood by the window, letting the cold wind hit his face, trying to keep his mind fresh.
He is thinking and making decisions. It is to endure hardship and be a dog. Or let this world change its owner?
There seems to be nothing wrong with being a pug. The profit from this batch of coins is higher than last year. Even if it is the bones left by Master Jia, it is indeed
"Made of gold." However, if he really became Master Jia's dog and indirectly supported Princess Ning Guo's marriage, how could he be worthy of Jiang Yuntian?
Jiang Yuntian is still in Chengdu now, right? What would he think if he heard that the princess was going to marry in Dijon?
With his temper, he would definitely elope with the princess. Then he will definitely die in the encirclement and suppression by officers and soldiers.
Furthermore, would Dijon really form an alliance with Daliang because of a princess and a batch of coins? What should we do?
Song Che pinched his brows, feeling confused and numb, with a splitting headache. At this time, there was a sudden noise downstairs: "Master Cha, we can't, we can't, you took her away, how can we keep our inn open?"
"Stop talking nonsense, keep pushing back and I will punish you on the spot!"
"Let me go, let me go..." the voices of my uncle and Yun Niang. Song Che quickly went downstairs. Seeing three or five officials from the Wude Department pulling at Yun Niang, Shen Fang was kicked to the ground and begged.
"Hurry up and put on your clothes, you will be lucky to be favored by the Grand Master!" The official held up a set of gorgeous clothes, forced Yun Niang to put it on, and asked her to serve Grand Master Jia.
Yun Niang cried and refused to obey: "I won't go! I won't go!"
"Bang!" A gunshot sounded, and the noise stopped abruptly. Song Che went downstairs holding a musket, snatched Yun Niang from the officer's hand, and shouted angrily: "Anyone who doesn't want to die, get out of here!" When the officer knew about the relationship between Song Che and Jia Taishi, his attitude became more polite.
"Boss Song, what are you doing? Are you trying to steal a woman from Master Jia?" Song Che put Yun Niang in his arms and exclaimed: "She is my woman, why should she compete with others?" the official advised. : "Boss Song, don't go too narrow a road. Women are like clothes, you can change them at any time. If you dedicate her to Master Jia, you will have a bright future."
"Fuck you!" Song Che yelled,
"Master Jia likes your mother, will you give her away?" Unexpectedly, the official said: "Send it away, of course. If Master Jia likes my mother, then I will become the godson of Grand Master Jia." If something good like this happened to me, I would probably wake up laughing even in my dreams."
"I feel so sad for your mother that she gave birth to such a filial son like you!"
"Stop talking nonsense! Because you are a person that Grand Master Jia values, we are just saying a few polite words to you. Hand over this woman quickly, otherwise don't blame us for being rude!" The officer made a gesture of drawing his sword.
Yun Niang raised her head and looked at Song Che with tearful eyes. She bit her lip: "Boss Song, you don't have to do it for me -"
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Song Che hugged Yun Niang a little tighter, put away his musket, pulled out his golden sword, and shouted at the officer: "Here is the golden sword with dragon pattern given by the emperor. You want to try the blade?" Is it sharp?" The crowd was completely unafraid and even taunted:
"Oh, so what about the Dragon-Patterned Golden Sword? Our Grand Master is the teacher of the current emperor. His words are more effective than your golden sword, whether above or below the court -"
"Really?" Liao Heng's voice came coldly from outside the inn: "Then I, the Zhao family, can I let someone named Jia sit here?" Liao Heng, wearing a painted dragon robe, strode into the inn with a cold face, wearing a robe The four-clawed golden dragon on the suit is enough to show the prince's dignity.
The official who was extremely arrogant one moment saw the prince arriving, and the next moment he bowed his head.
"This is a humble position, please...see the prince..."
"Kneel down!" Liao Heng yelled angrily. The ministers immediately knelt down and bowed, their foreheads to the ground, not daring to breathe. Liao Heng grabbed the golden knife in Song Che's hand, cut the throat of the rude officer with one blow, and said coldly: "This is the consequences of blasphemy against the royal family!" The officers were sweating profusely and shouted for mercy.
Liao Heng pulled out the golden knife, wiped it on the body, turned around and flicked his sleeve,
"Carry it back to the official post and give it to Jia Quan, and then tell him on behalf of my king that the dragon-patterned golden sword can be cut first and then played. Anyone can be killed, including him! Get out!"
"Humble duty...obey orders!" The other officials dragged the corpse out of the inn in a hurry. Liao Heng handed the golden knife back to Song Che and asked Yun Niang softly,
"Are you okay?" Yun Niang glanced gratefully at Liao Heng, shook her head, and buried her head in Song Che's arms again.
Song Che subconsciously wanted to separate Yun Niang from his arms, but found that she was hugging her so tightly. He looked at Liao Heng bitterly: "If you could show up earlier, she would stick to you." Liao Heng shook his head.
"What time has it been? You still have the heart to talk about this." He strode up to the second floor and greeted: "After settling her down, come to the private room to talk."
