() "I have decided." The girl sat behind the table, holding her cheeks and biting her beautiful lips, thinking for a long time, and then said decisively: "That armor can be considered a gift."
"Miss, you must not do it." Sitting opposite was a middle-aged man dressed as a businessman: "Miss is rich, how can you do such a dangerous thing? Then Ximen Qing is the commander of the Imperial City Division, who knows this
What's the plot behind it?"
"Besides, there was news in the forbidden area two days ago that there were thieves lurking in. Now the city is full of police officers in black."
"Don't talk nonsense about what I have decided!" The girl, who was only sixteen or seventeen years old, stood up with a straight face: "This matter is not only a suit of armor, but also a matter of face. Imperial City Secretary, hehe
, don’t you want to meet this old enemy?”
The middle-aged man hurriedly stood up, clasped his hands and said in panic: "This time, the young lady finally came out to relax. I have to take full responsibility for the young lady's safety. Bianliang has also seen that. The young lady should go north early in the morning."
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The girl sneered twice: "My surname is Ma, I think you have stayed in this wealthy place for so long that you have forgotten who you are?"
"Don't dare!" The middle-aged man surnamed Ma looked solemn: "Although I was born in Youzhou, I have been wholeheartedly since I joined the General Affairs Bureau."
"Very good. The General Affairs Bureau and the Imperial City Division are old enemies. Don't you want to take this opportunity to undermine their prestige?" The girl clapped her hands and said with a smile: "The golden armor with the wild goose feathers is the best.
A good way; I can still bring it to my father as a gift when I go back."
The middle-aged man surnamed Ma smiled bitterly and said: "Miss, the General Affairs Bureau's stronghold in Bianliang has been destroyed more than ten times in the past three years. I escaped alone last time and it was difficult to rebuild it."
"Your courage is really small, I'm afraid you are not as brave as Wangcai?" The girl whistled, and a big black dog ran in from the outside, wagging its tail, and rubbed against the girl's legs very affectionately: "I'll do it.
How long has it been in Bianliang? Has anyone ever doubted it? Do you think I am not dressing up well or is it just what Song Guoguan said?"
"Don't dare!" The middle-aged man surnamed Ma said with a wry smile: "Young lady is smart and self-taught. She is more like a Song Dynasty person than a villain who has been in the general affairs bureau for many years."
The girl snorted: "What's the point? Let's go, which east gate will you take me to? By the way, what's that guy's name?"
"Ximen Qing, courtesy name Chuixue." The middle-aged man surnamed Ma bowed and replied.
"Let's go, let's go now." The girl took the rope around the big black dog's neck and said, "Go and check the situation first."
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Jiang Jing, the divine fortune teller, couldn't figure out what his boss Ximen Qing was thinking. Why did a good pair of armor have to be hung in a shed in the yard, and he had to offer incense and worship all day long?
It looks like armor worn by gods.
In this way, not to mention the gate, even the entire alley was full of people. Originally, the alley could accommodate three or four people walking side by side. This time, there were people on both sides. There was only a narrow passage in the middle, and even cars couldn't get in.
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Some of the people in this group heard that the armor had supernatural powers, and they lit incense and candles to worship from a distance, making the place look like a Taoist temple. There were more black-clothed police officers from the Imperial City Department, all dressed up in disguise, and constantly monitoring
People coming and going.
Even so, when a man, a woman and a dog appeared at the entrance of the alley, it still surprised the magician Jiang Jing.
The man is dressed in silk and satin, and looks like a wealthy businessman, about forty years old; the woman is only sixteen or seventeen years old, in her prime. Not only is she good-looking, but she is also tall, with a high chest, which is just above her waist.
It also narrowed sharply, making Sun Erniang at the door envious.
The most surprising thing is that the girl is holding a big black dog in her hand. The dog has a look of contempt in its eyes. It raises its neck and moves with its four legs in a very rhythmic manner, keeping the same pace as the girl.
It's exactly the same.
This point fell into the eyes of the disguised black-clothed police officers around them, so they all secretly remembered it, and quickly spread the news with a few gestures.
"We are merchants. We heard that there is a pair of armor here that has some spiritual power, so we came here to pay our respects." This strange group walked to the door, and the middle-aged businessman stepped forward and saluted Jiang Jing and Sun Erniang: "Please do me a favor."
Seeing that the man was so polite, Jiang Jing, the divine fortune teller, returned the favor and said, "Stay here later, wait until I report to my employer."
The girl saw the shed set up in the courtyard from a distance, and curled her lips as if it was troublesome: "Isn't it over there? Just go and take a look."
"Miss, don't do this. You can only enter after the master agrees."
Sun Erniang saw that the middle-aged businessman was quite polite, and that the girl simply regarded this place as her own yard. She couldn't help but sneered, and said nothing, just leaning on the door and blocking the way.
The girl frowned when she saw this, and the big black dog seemed to understand his master's intention. He immediately arched his body, bared his teeth, and let out a heavy bark from his throat.
"One black, two yellow, three flowers and four white." Sun Erniang suddenly laughed: "This dog's hair is shiny. It is obviously well fed. It can be killed and eaten during the Chinese New Year."
As soon as Sun Erniang finished speaking, the dog seemed to understand, and its eyes became a little more fierce.
"How can you talk like that!" The girl's face suddenly changed, and she patted the dog on the head: "Wangcai, don't listen to her nonsense. I can't bear to eat you."
"Prosperous wealth?" Sun Erniang laughed and said, "Is it possible that your family is very poor?"
"You!" The girl was so angry that her pretty face turned red, and she was about to have an attack.
When the man surnamed Ma saw it, he secretly complained: "I wouldn't have come if I had known, but something happened before I even entered the yard."
Fortunately, the fortune teller Jiang Jing came back just in time and said: "Boy, my master has invited you, but this dog cannot enter the yard."
"Why is this?" the girl shouted: "My family's wealth has always been with me, why can't I go in?"
"There are so many female relatives in the courtyard, it would be bad if we were frightened." Jiang Jing said, "This is also what the master specially ordered."
"Why are there such unreasonable people in the world?" The girl became even more angry: "You asked him to come see me!"
The man surnamed Ma quickly advised: "Miss, since the owner of the family doesn't allow it, let's put the wealth outside temporarily." Then he whispered in the girl's ear: "Don't forget the business."
The young girl angrily took the big black dog to the nearby stake, tied the rope on it, and touched the dog's head. Wangcai let out a "whimper" and went to find a shady place to lie down.
"Can we enter this time?" The girl spread her hands and said, "Don't give way yet!"
The man surnamed Ma quickly jumped in front and said: "My young lady has a bad temper, please bear with me. Please bear with me."
Sun Erniang rolled her eyes and got out of the way, Jiang Jing shook his head and went to do his work; the two of them walked into the yard and walked straight towards the bamboo shed.
Ximen Qing was already waiting at the shed with a smile on his face. Just when Jiang Jing went to look for him, he happened to be studying the pink secret medicine left by the monk with An Daoquan. Basically, An Daoquan confirmed Ximen Qing's previous thoughts.
The composition of this thing is similar to that of Spanish fly in later generations. What kind of effects will it have? What is the safe dose?
Regarding this issue, An Daoquan is not very sure, saying that some experiments are needed.
However, Ximen Qing seemed to see endless possibilities and left the problem to An Daoquan to deal with. Hearing that a strange man and woman brought a dog to worship, he came out to take a look when his curiosity aroused.
As for the big black dog, Ximen Qing refused to let it into the yard even if it died. The reason was very simple. It would not be a good thing if it scared or hurt someone.
When the man surnamed Ma saw Ximen Qing waiting at the shed, he hurriedly stepped forward and saluted, "I have seen the commander, sir."
"Polite." Ximen Qing nodded and said, "Where are you from? Why do you want to come to worship this armor?"
The girl stared at Ximen Qing from head to toe, without saying anything. The man surnamed Ma introduced himself: "My surname is Ma, and my name is Su. I open a silk and satin shop at the end of Mahang Street, but the main address is
In Jiankang Prefecture, my young lady came to Bianliang to relax, and she heard that the armor was magical, so she came here to have a look."
"Oh?" Ximen Qing was considered filial by the girl, but looking at the girl's super-developed figure, Ximen Qing didn't really care about being scrutinized by such a beauty. It's just that he didn't seem to have a good temper?
"Miss, please come inside."
In this era, it is not appropriate to ask your girlfriend's name openly, just like asking her age in future generations.
But what Ximen Qing didn't expect was that this tall and beautiful girl looked at him for a long time, and seemed to have ignored his invitation. Instead, she raised her eyebrows and said, "Are you Ximen Qing?"
As soon as he asked this question, Ma Su's face became a little confused. He didn't expect this girl to be so reckless. Didn't she say that she should be careful when she came?
It is quite impolite to call someone by their name in person, not to mention coming from the mouth of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, which gives people a feeling of lack of education.
"I am Ximen Qing." Ximen Qing didn't care very much, but he became more interested in this girl: "Who are you?"
Ma Su suddenly felt a slight sweat on his forehead. I heard that this Ximen Qing was the most famous commander of the Imperial City Division recently, and he was also the popular person in front of Zhao Kai, the new king who promoted the Imperial City Division.
Is this legendary "slap Simon in the face" about to take action?
So Ma Su stared at Ximen Qing's shoulder and secretly exerted force on his feet, ready to block the girl's slap at any time.
Because as long as ordinary people raise their arms, the first thing to move is their shoulders!
But to his surprise, the girl took half a step forward and smiled: "You are quite straightforward. It's rare to see him in Song Dynasty!"
"I think you're quite funny, so I'll tell you." The girl said, "My name is Lu Yeyun." The fastest way to read the novel "Master" is at Kanshula.com. Welcome to log in to read the full text!