The rich businessman in gorgeous clothes hesitated for a while and said, "Little girl, if you want to sell it, you can sell it to me."
"Just just now, you have a keen eye to recognize things and saved me a waste of money. No matter whether your broken sword is good or bad, I am willing to buy it for 500 taels."
Gu Nuoer lowered her head and touched the sword body with her little hand.
Her soft white and tender little fingers formed a sharp contrast with the flashing cold light and the blood-stained broken sword.
"But Uncle Rich Businessman, what's the story of this sword, as you see?"
The rich businessman was stunned by her question.
He thought for a while and said in a deep thought: "Can this sword be owned by a frontier warrior. Because of by chance, the sword body broke, it was abandoned."
Gu Nuoer shook her head.
"The price of this sword doesn't matter. I want to find someone with destiny for it. If it is destiny, I can give it for free."
"Uncle rich businessman, I know you want to thank me, but you may not like this sword. If you take it back, it will be left alone. On the contrary, it will not be a good destination for it."
The vendor heard her talk very well, couldn't help but hum, mocking, "Miss, I bought antiques and bought the same feelings."
"Your broken sword, not to mention the unluckyness, but to mention the collection value, there is no such thing as it is."
Gu Nuoer raised her head and stared at him with big black eyes.
"But if I say that this sword was accompanied by Mr. Qiao, Duke of Zhenguo, to kill thousands of enemies in the battle of Shiziguan?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar.
The vendor was also scared by her.
Soon, he reacted and laughed.
"The Duke of Zhenguo is a legend of the Great Qi Dynasty, a god-like figure! The sword he holds must be a magic weapon, how could it be broken?"
"Miss, you just said that my stuff is fake, and the one you took is even more fake!"
Gu Nuoer narrowed her watery eyes, and her pink little face looked serious.
She suddenly stretched out her little feet and picked it up suddenly.
The fake painting that was just now placed on the stall flew up.
The little guy held the broken sword and flipped his wrist!
There was only a "sniff" sound that the broken sword cut the painting in half.
The cutting opening is neat and it is not difficult to see its sharpness.
It's broken, it's a little rusty, but it's still amazing.
The vendor was stunned at first, and then immediately became furious: "How can you destroy my things? Ouch! I was drawn by the Eleventh Prince!"
"Fake." Gu Nuoer spitted out two words with pink lips.
The little guy hummed: "This broken sword can still be blown even after so many years. It is the love sword of Duke Zhen's then."
The vendor was so anxious that he almost cursed: "You said that? Who are you? I will report to the official now and sue you for damage to my property!"
Gu Nuoer tilted her head, blinked her slender long eyelashes, like a well-behaved little ball.
"Of course I know, because Duke Zhenguo is my grandfather!"
Everyone was shocked and looked at the little girl.
The vendor was also surprised.
She said that her grandfather was Duke Zhenguo.
But doesn’t the Duke of Zhenguo have only one granddaughter?
That is Princess Yaoguang today!
Could it be...
The vendor was so scared that his knees weakened and he thumped down.
Gu Nuoer wrapped the broken sword again in red cloth, and the little guy said calmly: "If you don't believe it, you can go to the largest antique shop in front to ask."
"That shop was run by my second brother, and the masters who appraised the treasures all recognize me."
As she said that, a hint of regret appeared on her little face: "It's just that I didn't find a new master for my grandfather's sword, what a pity!"