As soon as Zhao Ce's words came out, Wu Xueli looked at him angrily.

"Obviously I want it first!"

When he was walking on the street just now, he was pulled to the entrance of this alley by this person.

Said he had an antique heirloom.

That was the instrument used by one of the lieutenants of General Zhao Kuo during the Qin Dynasty!

Because my old mother at home was sick, I took it out and sold it with tears in my eyes.

And if nothing else, this antique is really cheap!

You only need ten taels of silver to buy an antique from the Qin Dynasty!

Wu Xueli was immediately tempted!

I thought I just bought it and would give it to my husband during the Chinese New Year.

But he didn't want to be seen by Ding Wenxuan who was passing by.

He was about to come and rob him directly.

Thinking like this, Wu Xueli's face became even more ugly.

He frowned at Zhao Ce and said, "Even if this person is your friend, you shouldn't help him indiscriminately."

friend?

As soon as these two words came out.

Zhao Ce raised his eyebrows slightly.

Ding Wenxuan was also stunned for a moment.

He glanced at Zhao Ce, who was standing at the entrance of the alley. The little girl behind him happened to poke her head out.

Seeing him, he quickly retracted his head.

Ding Wenxuan didn't pay much attention.

I just feel that based on what happened between him and Zhao Ce recently.

To say friends is really too far-fetched.

And it's definitely not enough for Zhao Ce to help him.

What's more, Zhao Ce has been very popular in the city recently, so he doesn't need to flatter himself.

However, Zhao Ce's reputation has improved now. Could it be that he wants to set a path for him to return to school?

The more Ding Wenxuan thought about it, the more likely it was that this was the case.

So, he immediately said happily: "Zhao Ce, if you help me this time, I will say a good word to the master for you!"

Zhao Ce?

When Wu Xueli heard the name from Ding Wenxuan's mouth, his eyes immediately lit up.

Is this Zhao Ce who has been praised by everyone recently?

Then, he said to Wu Xueli arrogantly: "I want this antique!"

Wu Xueli had no intention of arguing this time. He asked Zhao Ce directly: "You, are you that Zhao Ce?"

"The person who provided food supplies to the disaster-stricken areas?"

After saying that, he walked over and gave Zhao Ce a serious bow.

"Master Zhao is a great talent. I am Wu Xueli, a student of Li Xiucai."

"Young Master Zhao offered his advice and saved so many people. I really admire him."

As he spoke, he had completely forgotten Ding Wenxuan.

"Since this is Mr. Zhao's friend, I will give it to him."

Zhao Ce looked at the admiration in his eyes and wanted to say that he and Ding Wenxuan were not friends.

But I looked at the middle-aged man who was holding an antique and looking at Ding Wenxuan expectantly.

He swallowed these words again.

Zhao Ce nodded and said, "Master Wu is highly righteous."

Wu Xueli was praised by Zhao Ce and scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Compared to you, how can I be so righteous?"

As he spoke, he admired Zhao Ce extremely.

Su Cai'er, who was behind her, heard the scholar's praise of her husband and scratched the tail of her husband's clothes with some joy.

This scholar respects his husband very much...

Not only that, everyone on the street praises her husband when he mentions his name.

Ding Wenxuan over there looked at the antique that was held in front of him, and then at Wu Xueli, who gave up as soon as he said it, and only wanted to talk to Zhao Ce.

He smacked his lips in displeasure.

Although he won the antique war.

But Wu Xueli didn't look unhappy at all. Instead, he seemed to have done something great.

He felt that the scene was quite different from what he had imagined.

"Sir, look..."

The middle-aged man selling things looked at Ding Wenxuan with a flattering expression.

Ding Wenxuan curled his lips and took out ten taels of silver from his wallet.

"Huh, it's just because your antique is really good that I will buy it."

"Give!"

The middle-aged man took the money with a smile.

He handed over the wooden box in his hand.

After Ding Wenxuan took it, he looked at it carefully.

This middle-aged man also said to Wu Xueli: "Master, if you still want it, I will help you ask my neighbor if he can sell it?"

Wu Xueli looked at the antique in Ding Wenxuan's hand and felt a little moved.

He was about to say yes.

Zhao Ce, who was next to him, spoke first.

"Your neighbor's house is also a family heirloom?"

There was no flaw in the middle-aged man's face, and he smiled and replied: "Yes."

"After all, our farmers must have collected such valuable things from generation to generation."

"If it wasn't for a family emergency, who would want to exchange such a precious thing for money?"

Said.

Sighed again.

"Alas, if I hadn't been a senior and a junior, I wouldn't have been able to sell things passed down from my ancestors at such a cheap price!"

Ding Wenxuan couldn't bear what he said.

He looked at the two people in front of him and took out a piece of broken silver from his money bag.

"Okay, it's not easy for me to look at you."

"Go back early."

This man didn't expect to get an unexpected fortune, so he quickly took it gratefully.

Ding Wenxuan thought that he had done another good deed, so he put the antique away in a good mood.

He swaggered up to Zhao Ce and wanted to pat Zhao Ce on the shoulder.

Zhao Ce moved aside slightly.

The hand he raised fell into vain.

Ding Wenxuan staggered before steadying himself.

He pursed his lips and said unhappily: "You still say we are friends, what's the matter with a pat?"

"I originally thought that when Mr. Zhao comes out, we will take you to Zuixiang Tower."

"Miss Cui heard that you were kicked out of school by your master, and she felt guilty for a long time."

"How about you come out tomorrow, I'll call Mr. Zhao, and we can go there together?"

Miss Cui is the oiran from Zuixianglou whom Zhao Ce had a crush on before.
To be continued...