Chapter 210 Transaction Successful

"Okay, the goods have been inspected." King Yi said, "In that case, the transaction is considered completed. With my witness, you two are not allowed to regret it in the future!"

The second prince's eyes still stayed on the death-free gold medal until Pei Mo closed the wooden box.

There was a hint of joking in Pei Mo's eyes, and he said with a smile, "That's natural. Pei will definitely keep his promise. His Highness is so eloquent that he will definitely not break the contract."

The second prince smiled with a smile on his face, "How could it be? This prince always sticks to his word."

"Well, Your Highness, I'll take my leave. I'm going to have a drink with General Pei. It's been a long time since I had a good drink with him!"

When King Yi saw that the matter was over, he did not want to stay long.

The second prince couldn't get what he wanted, "My lord, please go slowly."

Watching Pei Mo and the others leave, the second prince's smile dropped, and he no longer concealed the gloom on his face. He stared at Pei Mo's back fiercely, wishing to cut him into pieces.

His Sheng Xiuyu's things are not that easy to get. This gold medal for immunity from death, how did Pei Mo take it, let him spit it out!

The second prince's fists clenched loudly, and he was planning a sinister plan in his heart.

When I returned to the Prince's Mansion, I was beaten again, and the porcelain I had just purchased a few days ago was burned to the ground.

The steward shook his head and added a heavy sum to the bill.

After calming down, the second prince twisted the candlestick on the desk, and the bookshelf moved away with a secret door.

He walked into the dark room, where his master lived. The emperor secretly transported his master to his house and announced that he had committed suicide out of fear of crime, and the matter of corruption was over.

"Master, are you enjoying your stay here?"

The master nodded, "Your Highness is kind and kind, and I am living a good life. It's just that His Highness seems unhappy, but something went wrong with the exchange of thousand-year-old ginseng?"

The second prince told his master gloomily about Prince Yi's appearance in Wensongyuan.

The master asked puzzledly, "He is a general. As long as he does not commit rebellion, he can be exempted from death by virtue of his military merits. Why does he need this immunity medal?"

The second prince squeezed out the words through his teeth, "Master, don't worry, I will definitely let Pei Mo use this death-free gold medal as soon as possible."

Losing this gold medal to avoid death would be more painful than cutting his flesh.

No matter how much the second prince Sheng Xiuyu suffered, Pei Mo on the other side could be said to be very proud of himself.

"Hahaha, the second prince's face is uglier when he smiles than when he cries!" Fang Anren clapped his thighs and laughed, "He must not have thought that we are drinking to celebrate the death-free gold medal we got from him!

"

Pei Mo's smile became more genuine when his wish came true. He poured wine into the glass and raised the glass to thank King Yi.

"I would like to thank the prince for his cooperation in this matter. Without the prince, Pei might not be able to see this gold medal."

After saying that, he drank the wine in one gulp.

King Yi waved his hand, "Zilu doesn't need to be polite to me. This second prince has ambushed so many people around the yard before he started trading. He must have something up his sleeve."

Zilu is Pei Mo's surname. No one has called him this for nearly ten years. Even Pei Mo himself has forgotten that he still has a surname.

King Yi looked down on the current princes and had no favorable impressions of the prince. He just lamented that the princes today were far inferior to the grace of the Holy Emperor at that time.

Fang Anren curled his lips, "Sheng Xiuyu is greedy. He wants the thousand-year-old ginseng passed down from our ancestors, but he doesn't want to pay for something of the same price. It's really ugly to eat."

King Yi knocked on Fang Anren's forehead, "No matter how big or small, remember not to mention the prince's name in front of others."

"It hurts!" Fang Anren rubbed his forehead, "I know dad, if he wasn't the second prince, I would have beaten him up long ago."

King Yi hated that iron could not become steel. Looking at Pei Mo in front of him, he thought to himself that it would be great if Pei Mo was his son.

"This idea that Zi Lu thought of is wonderful. If it were anyone else, he might not be able to control the second prince. With his villainous character, he might regret it and cheat you of your thousand-year-old ginseng.

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Pei Mo thought of Murong Qing's big, ghostly eyes and said with a faint smile, "Your Majesty, I'm so impressed. My nephew can't think of such a clever plan."

In his early years in the capital, Pei Mo called Yi Wang Fang Jing his uncle. He learned many kung fu from him, but Pei Mo was obviously better than his master.

King Yi was surprised, "Who gave you the clever idea? Is that person unreliable?"

"It can't be more reliable. This method was thought up by my nephew's wife. Her name is Murong Qing, and she is the legitimate daughter of the Southern Kingdom Palace."

Pei Mo said this with light in his eyes, firm and gentle, like a piece of fine-quality mutton-fat jade.

Eyes can reflect a person's state of mind. King Yi, who is over fifty years old, rarely makes mistakes when seeing people. He sighed, "Murong Qing? What a good name. I must have met the right person on Zilu."

How many men in the world today can proudly say the name of their first wife?

Pei Mo didn't say anything, but he smiled very proudly, and those who didn't know it thought he was praising him.

King Yi recalled the scene when he first met Zi Lu. It was at a martial arts field in the suburbs of Beijing. Zi Lu, who was only half a head taller than his son Fang Anren, struggled to draw a ten-stone long bow. The perseverance in his eyes was like wanting to

Like the goral flying across the cliff, there is no choice but to succeed.

At that time, he and several generals stood together and made a bet on whether this boy could draw the bow. By some strange coincidence, Fang Jing put down five taels of silver and bet on whether this boy could draw the bow.

Sure enough, Fang Jing was right. Not only did he not lose the money he spent on drinking that month, he also won nearly ten taels of silver.

Xiao Zilu shot an arrow, and although it missed the target, every arrow he fired afterward was getting closer and closer to the red heart on the target.

King Yi woke up from his memories and lamented that time flies so fast. What will happen to a woman like Zilu who laughs from the bottom of her heart?

King Yi asked curiously, "Your wife is quite smart. I have never seen her before. Why didn't you bring her to Uncle Shi to see?"

Fang Anren saw that the two of them were chatting happily and couldn't say anything, so he drank by himself.

"My nephew was negligent." Pei Mo nodded and said, "Is uncle Shi's birthday coming soon?"

Seeing that he finally had something to say, Fang Anren said excitedly, "Of course, Brother Pei will be here on May 25th, which is ten days later!"

King Yi nodded, "Yes, by the way, bring your wife and let Uncle Shi show it to you, just in time to find a companion for your aunt that you can talk to."

Mrs. Yi Wang also treated Pei Mo very well, and she was half of Pei Mo's mother when she was in the capital.

"Okay, my nephew will definitely take her with him when the time comes. By the way, she is pregnant and may be a little arrogant. I hope my uncle will take care of her."

Pei Mo said, thinking that King Yi was a martial artist, what if he didn't like Murong Qing's squeamishness.

King Yi was pleasantly surprised, "You're good, you're going to be a father soon!"

The three of them were having a great time, making Pei Mo feel the warmth he had not seen for a long time.
Chapter completed!