Qin Yiren's tone was not high, and even tortured by hunger, he had no strength to say anything without force, but it exuded an unquestionable feeling, and no one dared to have any doubts.

Kneel down and kowtow, this is begging for mercy, this will lose integrity and the backbone. Although Qin Yiren was so hungry that he wanted to have a big meal, he still endured this fatal temptation and maintained his integrity.

"Okay! Pick!"

Heibo, Meng Zhao, Magai, Fan Tong and Mole had their eyes full of spirits and cheered loudly.

In the Warring States Period, there were three levels of debates about what others said. The best was to be so cheerful as before. The second was to be cheerful but not cheerful. The worst was to be listening to it. The most was to be listening to it and not commenting.

Without experiencing such a hungry situation personally, I would not know that Qin Yiren defeated the temptation of food with great perseverance. Heibo, Meng Zhao, Magai, Fan Tong and Moer had experienced it personally. Of course, I know how courage and perseverance it would take for Qin Yiren to refuse so resolutely.

If you change to someone with a slightly weak will, not to mention kneeling down and kowtowing, it is not a problem to call your ancestors. Qin Yiren flatly refused, and no matter how he praised him, it would not be an exaggeration.

"You..." Such a result was beyond Zhao Ping's expectations. Zhao Ping opened his mouth wide, with a look of surprise and disbelief.

He knew Qin Yiren very well. He knew very well how strong a person who had been tortured by hunger for three years had food. In his opinion, even if Qin Yiren wanted face and did not want to lose the backbone of the prince, it would be impossible. At least he would not refuse as he did in front of him, without any hesitation.

What surprised him even more was still behind him, and Qin Yiren struggled to stand up.

Qin Yiren was already weak and almost exhausted, and even had difficulty standing. However, Qin Yiren in front of him stood up and stood up. His back was straight like a javelin, and his whole body was like a proud pine tree. His body as thin as a bamboo pole gave people the feeling of a mountain, unshakable.

"This..." Zhao Ping and his little official in red were seen and were so surprised that they became petrified.

In their memory, Qin Yiren used to be like a walking corpse. Whether he was alive or dead, he didn't care, and it was even more impossible to have as momentum as before. They thought they were dazzled, and rubbed their eyes and looked at it carefully, but it was true that Qin Yiren's standing was extraordinary, like a mountain or a mountain.

"Young Master!" Hei Bo, Meng Zhao, Ma Gai, Fan Tong and Mo Er were so excited that they were filled with tears in their eyes.

I don’t know where a force arises, and struggles to stand up, standing behind Qin Yiren, straight as a javelin. They hold their heads, chests, and backs straight.

Qin Yiren's originally godless eyes flashed with a divine light and said slowly: "Zhao Ping, remember this young master: You can kill a soldier but not humiliate you. Today I will remember this account. It would be fine if I can't escape this disaster. If I escape, hum, I will double down on it!"

The tone is not high and the speed of speaking is not fast, but it exudes a sense of perseverance.

"Young Master..." The two Hei Uncle and the other two could no longer hold it back, and their tears fell like broken pearls.

Qin Yiren was full of fighting spirit. With fighting spirit, there was hope. This was exactly what Qin Yiren lacked before. Hei Bo and the other five were not excited.

"You..." Zhao Ping was determined to refute, but he did not dare to look directly into Qin Yiren's eyes. He turned his head and avoided Qin Yiren's gaze.

Qin Yiren's eyes were not sharp, but Zhao Ping felt as if he was facing a sword, and he did not dare to look directly or avoid it.

"Young Master in the Wild Man..." Zhao Ping actually called the young master as if he was awkward. Zhao Ping was surprised and asked himself in his heart, "What's wrong with me? Why do I call him Young Master?"

"...I'm here today, there is something to discuss with you." What Zhao Ping himself couldn't believe was that his tone was no longer so arrogant and no longer so arrogant. It was actually very easy, and he even used the word "debate".

Compared with Zhao Ping's arrogant and arrogant attitude, this was a 180-degree turn, and his attitude was respectful. Several officials in red were surprised, but they dared not object. Who told Qin Yiren's eyes to shock them?

"If you have any bad intentions, it's better not to say it." Qin Yiren didn't listen to his gossip.

"Young Master Yi Ren, please give me a movie." Zhao Ping's attitude was even better, and he actually used the word "please".

Heibo, Meng Zhao, Magai, Fan Tong and Moer, you look at me, and I look at you, looking at you with disbelief. In their memory, Zhao Ping has always punched and kicked them and scolded them, and has never been so respectful as before, and even used the word "please".

"Young master is so amazing! This is extraordinary aura!" The five Hei Bo and the other two were very happy, secretly praising Qin Yiren's extraordinary aura in their hearts.

"Young Master Yi Ren, I don't tell you about your current situation. If you don't eat anymore, you will be in danger." Zhao Ping pondered his words and became as respectful as possible: "I would like to pay ten gold to buy her." He pointed at Mori.

"Shut up!" Heibo, Meng Zhao, Ma Gai, Fan Tong and Mole shouted in unison.

"Did you buy her?" Qin Yiren was a little puzzled.

"Young Master Yi Ren doesn't know what it means. In the 100th year of the Warring States Period, the seven major wars of national strength are conquered. How many small countries are destroyed? How many aristocratic families are destroyed? " Zhao Ping hurriedly explained, "Miss Mole is knowledgeable about books and etiquette, and is well versed in the palace. Just a little time, let her eat, drink, rest well, and will return to the same as before. I have seen Miss Mole's appearance. She is a very beautiful person. If she is asked to pretend to be a princess in a small country, there will be no problem."

During the Warring States Period, the seven major wars of national strength were conquered, and there were countless small countries that were destroyed, and there were countless aristocratic families that were destroyed. Therefore, the princess of the small country and the daughters of the aristocratic families were very intimate. It was a piece of cake to make Mori pretend to be the princess of the small country and would sell it at a good price.

"How much profit do you make?" Qin Yiren asked.

"The number of 100 golds." Zhao Ping quickly replied, but saw Qin Yiren staring at him and not speaking, and quickly changed his words: "The number of 500 golds."

"A thousand golds."

"The number of three thousand golds."

"A number of five thousand golds."

"The number of eight thousand golds."

"If you are lucky and meet a big money owner, it is possible that even if you have ten thousand golds."

Zhao Ping changed his words a series of changes, and the number became larger and larger.

A young and beautiful person like Mori, who is good at singing and dancing, and is well versed in the palace etiquette, pretends to be a princess in a small country and meets a big money owner, and it is very likely that he will sell tens of thousands of dollars.

"You made so much profit, but you gave me ten golds. You are so dark." Qin Yiren's eyes flashed.

"Young Master, you can discuss this. I will give you 10% of the boy, no, 20% or 30%." Zhao Ping did not show off his fierceness as before and threatened him, but continued to increase his bargaining chips.

"Mo'er, Zhao Ping is hateful, but he is right." Qin Yiren pondered for a while and said to Mo'er: "You know our current situation. If you don't have food, you will starve to death sooner or later..."

"Young Master, you won't..." Hei Bo, Meng Zhao, Ma Gai, and Fan Tong changed their faces and stared at Qin Yiren.

Mori even dripped tears and cried in a low voice.

"Although this matter is vicious and unacceptable, it is a way to survive." Qin Yiren sighed.

Qin Yi is now penniless and has no food. He will die sooner or later with Qin Yiren. If he sells Mole, it will be a way out.

What's the benefit of dying too much? If you can live, you will live.

Zhao Ping's eyes flashed with joy, and his eyes were full of yellow golden cakes.

The disappointment in Heibo, Meng Zhao, Magai, Fan Tong and Mole's eyes became increasingly strong.

"But you have to be willing! If you don't want to, I will not force you even if you starve to death. If you want to, I will give you freedom." Qin Yiren's voice suddenly turned high and loudly said: "More, tell me, are you willing or not?"

"Boom!" Mo'er knelt on the ground, kowtowed to Qin Yiren, and said, "Young Master, Mo'er is your man in birth, and your ghost in death, and never leave your master!"

The tone is not high, but it is full of perseverance and cannot be doubted.

"Zhao Ping, did you hear it? Mo'er doesn't want to do it. Don't make any decisions about her in the future, otherwise, I will definitely kill you." Qin Yiren's eyes widened suddenly, and his right hand roared at the door, "Get out of here!"

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