Zhang Hao was upset by Liu Xian's request for help.
During Xifo's first rebellion, not even a tenth of the men were beaten, and most of the livestock were plundered.
They signed a pact never to rebel with great sincerity, but only two years later, another rebellion broke out.
As for who gave him the courage, let's not mention it for now, but Liu Xian's ability is obviously like mud, which cannot be used to hold up a wall.
"The one who is even worse is the Liu family. Being beaten into the dirt by such a mess, it is better to give the position to his son Liu Luochen."
Zhang Hao crumpled the document into a ball angrily and threw it on the ground.
At this time, his subordinates informed him that Ling Muyun was asking for a meeting.
Due to Liu Bing's face, Zhang Hao could only suppress the anger in his heart and said "please" in a dull voice.
It's so late at night, what's the important matter?
Everyone greeted each other, and Ling Muyun said directly because of what he was thinking: "Captain, I have a merciless request from this junior."
"What's the matter? Mr. Ling just says it's okay."
Zhang Hao originally thought that after two days of waiting, Ling Muyun came to ask for a fight, or as a pioneer officer to go to Baibu to find out the truth, so he came to ask for orders.
Little did he know, Ling Muyun's next words almost made him swallow a mouthful of water into his trachea.
"There is a woman in Qinlou, called Chunqin, who is very close to me. I want to redeem my life with her, but I need an official guarantee. Is it convenient for the Taiwei to come over?"
It's understandable that there was no longitude and latitude in the two days, but when I visited the kiln, it was beyond Zhang Hao's expectation.
I wonder if Liu Bing, who was far away in Jiuquan, would come over overnight and break two of the rulers after hearing that his disciple was so promising.
Although he was unhappy in his heart, Zhang Hao still said the word "good" through his teeth.
Liu Bing's disciples were asked to be disciplined by Liu Bing.
He ordered the inner supervisor to get pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and Zhang Hao wrote two words on the paper: "Qualified Redemption".
Then he stamped the seal of the Taiwei and handed it to Ling Muyun.
Ling Muyun was determined, thanked Zhang Hao, and hurried back to Qin Tower.
Zhang Hao gritted his teeth and said to the internal manager: "Inform the generals of all departments to reorganize overnight and order troops tomorrow to conquer the Buddha."
Will you redeem someone today and get married tomorrow? Maybe something else will happen the day after tomorrow.
It's better to trust Liu Bing again and save yourself the trouble of trivial matters.
Inside the Qin Building.
Ling Muyun took out Zhang Hao's written receipt and handed it to the big teapot. After a while, five or six people, including the madam, came.
"Sir, Lieutenant Zhang's signature cannot be faked. Ordinarily, I have to give him some face, but Qin House is a small business after all. It is more or less a business, so it needs to be understood. Otherwise, if the rules are violated, there will be no need to open the door to welcome guests in the future. ”
The Madam's words were convoluted, but to sum up, she just wanted money.
"Tell me the number!"
Ling Muyun simply got to the point.
"For the sake of the captain, I only need a capital, a hundred taels of gold."
When the madam said this, she left Ling Muyun room to bargain.
"Okay, just wait for me for a while and I'll be back as soon as I go."
Ling Muyu's words made the madam want to slap her thighs to pieces: Such a wealthy owner, plus a hundred taels of gold, would be fine.
"You stinky girl, you have a good life. As long as you are willing to take that step and not seek life and death, I will sell you at a good price."
The madam turned her anger on Huan Qin: "Big Teapot, locked Chun Qin's house, and found such a rich owner, it's not bad to have three melons and two dates."
Da Chapot was not surprised that the Madam asked for a hundred taels of gold, but if she knew that the tips given to her by the young man were all in gold ingots, would the Madam peel off her own skin in anger?
The big teapot locked Huan Qin's house. When he came back, he happened to meet Ling Muyun, coming with a box in his arms.
"The hundred taels of gold in this box are yours, I'll take them away." Ling Muyun stuffed the boxes one by one to the madam, waiting for her to check them out.
The bustard can know the weight of gold and silver as long as she hands it over.
He glanced at Chengse again and grinned: "Master, here is the contract of sale. Please keep it."
Then, he leaned close to Ling Muyun's ear and said: "You are still a youngster, please slow down, young master. After all, he is from Qin Lou, and his feelings are not shallow."
Huan Qin endured it for a long time without saying a word, but now that he was free, he couldn't help but interject: "My feelings for Huang Bai are not shallow."
After forcing her three times, if she hadn't forced her to die, she would have become "a little bit of red lips and thousands of people will taste it."
The scars from the thorns on my back the day before yesterday were still there, but now they were full of emotions.
"Is there still room downstairs?"
Ling Muyun said.
"Big teapot, give me a seat for the young master!" The Madam's eyes lit up and she quickly made arrangements.
Ling Muyun took out another bead from his arms. He didn't know the value, and handed it to the madam: "Is it enough?"
"What are you talking about, Master? It's my fault, I can't let Master spend any money."
Despite what the Madam Madam said, she still took the beads with her honest hand, and she couldn't help but be shocked: These green beads were not a folk thing, not to mention priceless, but they were still comparable to the hundred taels of gold in her arms.
Could it be that this young man was taken advantage of?
"Big teapot, daughter's red, the innermost teapot, put it up."
It is said that every pot of Nuerhong that exists in the world has a sad story.
Those were the tears of a daughter who could not get married.
Ling Muyun was sitting at the table, whistling to the dancer on the stage with everyone downstairs.
"This is what the fuck is called listening to music!"
Huan Qin was a little depressed. She seemed to have predicted her future life.
Under that hypocritical face, there is such a dissolute side hidden, and he refuses to hide it even for a moment.
After three rounds of wine and five tastes of food, Ling Muyun walked in front, slightly tipsy.
Huan Qin looked sad and followed step by step.
After a while, he returned to the Taiwei Mansion.
He gently knocked on Jia Nianxi's door and woke him up: "You and Jia Nianxi will make do tonight. It's getting late, so it's not good to disturb others to arrange accommodation."
Huan Qin was stunned and didn't know what medicine Ling Muyun was selling in the gourd.
Logically speaking, shouldn't it be the flowers in front of the moon and the pear blossoms and begonias?
"Brother Ling, did you visit the brothel and bring back an aunt?" Jia Nianxi stared at Huan Qin: "The eyebrows are eyebrows, and the eyes are eyes. They are very fresh."
"Don't talk nonsense. I'll tell you in detail tomorrow."
After Ling Muyun finished speaking, he turned around and returned to his room without waiting for Jia Nianxi to speak.
Leaving aside the whispers between women, in less than half an hour, Jia Nianxi had already figured it out.
With the help of wine, Ling Muyun's unsatisfied Xizhou song almost made the Taiwei Mansion start a fight.
"How can you look like a Confucian scholar when ghosts are crying and wolves howling in the middle of the night?"
"If you don't let me chop this guy down, I'll have something to say if you blame me, sir."
"It's really unpleasant!"
"Forget it, let's get down to business." Zhang Hao looked helpless and calmed down the indignation of the soldiers.
"This Young Master Ling is quite a wonderful man!" Huan Qin hid her face and smiled.
"You don't really like him, do you?" Jia Nianxi approached Huan Qin and said, "This is the second time I've heard him sing Xizhou songs."
Huan Qin turned around, with a hint of sympathy on his face.
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