Changxian had just taken the short sword Qianji into his hands, but before he could hold it firmly, Tian Hailong suddenly moved.
Without any warning, and without saying whether to gamble or not, Tian Hailong suddenly pulled out his long knife and slashed it down.
Changxian had also practiced, but he was definitely not Tian Hailong's opponent, and he didn't have a firm grip on it. Qian Ji was split open, circled twice, and fell to the ground.
Changxian pinched the sore tiger's mouth, knowing that he had finished helping Fusan deceive people, and walked back to continue eating naan cakes.
Tian Hailong was very proud: "One hundred guan, I got it. Boy, there are still these one thousand guan, how are you going to lose?"
"Yes, you won." Fu San picked up Qianji and said cheerfully: "Next, it's your turn to confiscate your family and exterminate your clan."
"What's the meaning?"
"Let me introduce you to the child just now, his name is Changxian, the second prince of the Dachang Dynasty, King Langya, His Highness Changxian."
Tian Hailong laughed loudly: "How brave you are to pretend to be a nobleman from Tianhuang."
Changxian, who was squatting on the ground eating naan cakes, turned around, took off the unicorn jade pendant from his waist, waved it around, and smiled brightly.
Tian Hailong, as if struck by lightning.
"You raised the knife against the prince..." Fu San chuckled.
Tian Hailong's expression changed drastically: "Why...why would the prince...wait, I don't know his identity, you...you tricked me!"
Fu San played with Qian Ji: "Yes, I'm just trying to trick you. How about I open your eyes again? This sword is called Qian Ji. It is the royal weapon of the emperor today, one for thousands of people, one for thousand machines, one long and one short...
"
Tian Hailong's expression was dull.
Because of this knife, he knew that it had a plum blossom symbol on the handle and was forged by a master craftsman from the border army.
Tao Weiran said cheerfully: "This means that you took a long knife and struck at the second prince, His Royal Highness King Langya, who was holding the emperor's royal weapon Qianji."
Fu Sanyi stretched out his hand: "If you lose a hundred guans, you lose a thousand guans to me, which is equivalent to losing me 900 guans. To get the money, you can either take the money or kill the Nine Clans, you choose one."
Tian Hailong was stunned. He could no longer hear what Fu San was saying. Several key words appeared in his mind.
The emperor's royal weapon, Qianji, the prince, your highness, and the nine hundred strings, nine hundred strings, and nine hundred strings.
After swallowing a sip of saliva, Tian Hailong looked at the proud Fu San, his face no longer arrogant, and asked cautiously: "Can... can you choose to confiscate your home?"
Fu San yelled: "You fucking poor guy."
Tian Hailong had low self-esteem and had no money, which made him feel inferior. He lowered his head, looked at his toes, and began to doubt life for the nth time.
The kid following Mr. Chu is actually the prince?
Yesterday he thought he was a book boy, but it turned out to be Tian Huang Gui Zhou, Tian Huang Gui Zhou who is just like a book boy?
At this moment, Tian Hailong suddenly thought of what Ma Rujing said to him last night, that Chu Qing wanted to change the rules of the border army, did he have the qualifications, who did he think he was, did he think he was the prince?
Yes, Chu Qing is not a prince, but there is a prince who follows Chu Qing like a f**king follower.
Fu San still stretched out his hand: "Give me the money, hurry up, I'm the most annoying bastard."
Tian Hailong, who had a low self-esteem, suddenly couldn't accept the reality that he was inexplicably burdened with huge debts, and sweat broke out on his forehead.
If it had been anyone else, he might have said a few nice words shamelessly.
But Tian Hailong couldn't do it, and he was very scared.
It's not that I'm afraid of Fu San, I'm afraid that this matter will spread.
If the brothers in the border army knew that he had defaulted on his debt, he would be laughed at for the rest of his life.
"Wait!" Tian Hailong suddenly raised his head: "No, no, no."
"What's wrong with your mother again?"
"Qian Ji, I know that it is indeed the short sword commonly used by the emperor, but why is it in your hand? Who are you?"
"Are you stupid? I call Master Chu Young Master. Who do you think I am?"
Tian Hailong looked unbelieving: "Are you a guard?"
"Nonsense, he's not a guard, he's your brother-in-law!"
"Since it is a gift from the emperor, why is the emperor's weapon in your hand?"
"When the emperor gave my young master as a gift, the young master was given to me. Do you have any objections?"
"Okay!" Tian Hailong finally found the "loophole" and laughed loudly: "You have been caught by this general. You dare to hand over the gift given by the emperor to others easily. This is a big crime."
The next second, roars of laughter could be heard from the surroundings. Changxian held his belly and was so happy that he almost passed away.
Tian Hailong looked around, confused. He didn't know why everyone was laughing.
Fu San was not happy, but looked at Tian Hailong as if he were an idiot.
Tian Hailong became angry: "What are you looking at!"
"Are you suffering from brain disease?" Fu San said with contempt: "When the emperor gave this knife to the young master, I was right next to him. In front of the emperor, the young master gave the knife to me, and the emperor even
You didn’t even fart, what the hell are you meddling in.”
Tian Hailong’s mouth has grown.
He finally understood.
Just now, he ignored a "word", the word "gift".
The sword is not a gift from the emperor, but a gift.
The emperor presented the sword to Mr. Chu, but Mr. Chu seemed reluctant to take it, so he casually handed it to the guy in front of him.
Tian Hailong looked at his toes again.
Once again, he remembered what Ma Rujing said last night.
That Chu Qing wanted to change the rules of the border army. Who did he think he was? Did he get the emperor's permission? Did the emperor ask him to change it?
Yes, I don’t know whether the emperor gave it to him or not, but let’s just talk about the gift of the sword. How does it sound like Master Chu dislikes the emperor?
Seeing that Fu San was about to ask Tian Hailong to write an IOU, Xiao Yi walked out carrying a baggage and screamed angrily.
"Fu, how come this baggage is wet?"
Fu San turned his head and said angrily: "I've been driving all night, and I've been soaked with sweat. I just need to dry it in the sun. What do you call it?"
"These are all letters written by Feng Shuai, thirty-seven generals, thirty-seven letters, how can you read them if they are wet?"
Before Fu San could speak, Tian Hailong's legs softened and he almost fell off the ground. Then he rushed over, grabbed the bag and opened it. Sure enough, there were letters inside, and you could tell by looking at the handwriting on the letter,
It was indeed written by Feng Luo himself.
Tian Hailong suddenly felt like the world was spinning.
He knew that Feng Luo was unwilling to write and seldom wrote. Even military orders were mostly dictated.
But this time, thirty-seven letters were actually written. One letter was written by Feng Shuai, one of the generals who held the real power in the border army.
Turning his head with difficulty, Tian Hailong turned pale: "You... Lord Chu... Feng Shuai, Feng Shuai agreed to Lord Chu coming to the border, and he even wrote the letter in his own hand?"
The roar of laughter rang out again.
Tian Hailong still didn't know why everyone was laughing, but he knew that he should look at his toes.
Xiao Yi said with a smile: "Feng Shuai asked Lord Chu to come."
"What?"
"Mr. Chu didn't want to come at first, but Mr. Chu's wife, who had not yet visited, agreed on his behalf without authorization, and Mr. Chu came to the border."
Tian Hailong remembered for the third time what Ma Rujing said last night.
Chu Qing, why should he change the rules at the border? Feng Luo, do you agree...
This is no longer something Feng Shuai disagrees with, but Feng Shuai... invited him to come!
At this moment, Tian Hailong discovered that Ma Rulong was a damn prophet!
This time, Tian Hailong did not look at his toes, but looked at Xiao Yi with a trembling voice, and suddenly asked in a baffled and trembling voice: "Master Chu, don't you really have a million strings?"
Tian Hailong didn't believe it, he didn't believe it was such a coincidence, he didn't believe what Ma Rujing said, it was a perfect hit!
What answered him was the third burst of laughter. Everyone was laughing with joy.
A Tanma came in and shouted to Fu San: "Third brother, those merchants from Beijing are here. More than 300 people came together. They have already arrived outside the city. They said they have collected a total of 250 guan. I want to ask for it."
I'm going to the city to see Mr. Chu, but I don't know how to spend the money."
Fu San yelled: "They are desperate. They had agreed to raise at least three million guan to open a workshop, but they were short of 500,000 guan."
"Third brother, I was told that this is the first batch and more people will come in a few days."
Tian Hailong was already numb, and finally looked at his toes again.
Ma Rulong is really a fucking prophet!
At this moment, Tian Hailong decided that he was going to follow Chu Qing. As for the great prophet, go to hell, this old guy almost killed the border army!
Turning his head, Tian Hailong looked at Fu San, his tone was gentle, as if he were facing a lover he hadn't seen for many years, and his smile was flattering.