After finishing the scones, Chai Qi came over to report.
"I went to a house in Nanqiao and talked a few words with a water seller. My subordinates already asked someone to follow me."
Xu Yin nodded.
Xue Ru went to a new hiding place, so she naturally had to tell her master where she would stay. Now everyone their master and servant are in contact with may be the informant of the mastermind behind the scenes.
"Okay, let's go back!"
A little scare is enough, but if you scare too many snakes, you will be frightened out of your wits.
The coachman was about to return when Xiaoman suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure from the corner of his eye: "Hey, isn't that Mr. Yan?"
Xu Yin turned around and saw that it was true.
Yan Ling didn't know what she was doing. She was sitting in a tea shed on the roadside, drinking tea here and staring at the opposite side.
Now that he saw it, it didn't seem right not to say hello. Xu Yin walked over and knocked on the table lightly.
Without even moving his eyes, Yan Ling took out a piece of silver and threw it over: "Here comes a plate of tea and fruits."
This is to treat her like a waiter!
Xu Yin couldn't help but laugh, and asked along the way: "What tea fruit would you like, sir? Red bean filling or mung bean filling? Peach blossom or plum blossom?"
"Whatever..." Yan Ling was mid-sentence when he suddenly felt something was wrong. He turned around and immediately broke out into a smile.
He jumped up with surprise on his face: "Why are you here?"
Xu Yin pointed to the other end of the street: "I'm going to make some clothes, and I happened to be passing by."
Yan Ling said "Oh".
Xu Yin asked: "What about you? What are you doing? Why do you look like you are following me?"
Just as Yan Ling was about to answer, someone came out of the inn opposite. He quickly sat down and pretended to drink tea: "I'll tell you later."
Xu Yin turned around and looked over, stunned.
The man noticed something and looked up. When he saw that she was an astonishingly beautiful young lady, he immediately avoided looking at her, bowed his head and bowed to express his apology, and left quickly.
As soon as he walked away, Yan Ling immediately stood up and asked her: "I want to follow him, you..."
"I'll go too." After Xu Yin said this, he turned around and ordered, "Xiao Man, you follow the car and stand by. Xiao Sang, you come and show the way."
"Yes." The two girls agreed.
Xu Yin put on the power fence Xiaoman handed him and nodded to him: "Let's go!"
"okay."
The man Yan Ling was following was a man in his early thirties. He had a handsome appearance and a tall build. He looked like he was a practicing martial artist.
As he walked, he explained in a low voice: "This man is very good at martial arts. I met him on the street earlier and saved a girl from being molested. He was very skillful! But he looked very depressed. I don't know what kind of trouble he was in."
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"You want to help him?"
Yan Ling nodded: "He is so downtrodden, but he is still not afraid of power, which shows that he is a benevolent and righteous person. It is pitiful for such a heroic figure to be defeated now."
When Xu Yin heard this, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. In this world, there really is no such thing as luck for no reason.
She recognized that man. His name was Xue Yi, and he would be a great contributor to Zhao's future rule of law and justice.
When Duke Zhao unified the world, everyone said that the second son of Yan was lucky enough to get such an extraordinary general as Xue Yi, so much so that he surpassed his elder brother.
Xu Yin has never believed this. One is luck, but two or three are also luck? Most of the generals under the Yan family are under the command of the second son of Yan. Do you really think that recruiting Luo generals is buying watermelons?
Now she has gone back in time and encountered this historic moment with her own eyes, which also validates her thoughts.
Yan Ling is in a bad situation now. As a hostage, he is tied up in the capital. If it were someone else, knowing that Xue Yi had offended someone, maybe it would be better to do less than to do more, and forget it. However, he took a fancy to Xue Yi and came to keep an eye on him personally.
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They followed him not far away, but saw Xue Yi going all the way to the West Market.
The flow of people in West Market is complex, with many merchants from other places and many people from the lower classes.
Xue Yi walked around in a circle and finally stopped at a market. He sat down on the street, took a piece of cloth and spread it in front of him, then pulled out two inches of the black knife in his hand and carefully put it on.
Yan Ling was surprised: "Is he trying to sell knives?"
"Obviously."
Xu Yin now has a strange feeling. The story about Xue Yi and the Second Young Master Yan has been circulated among the people. Some say that the Second Young Master Yan visited the thatched cottage three times before he asked for the general Xue Yi. Some say that the Second Young Master Yan helped him unintentionally.
It was Xue Yi's favor that led to this beautiful story of acquaintance.
Now that she had visited the scene in person, she finally knew what was going on.
It turns out that Xue Yi was so depressed that he wanted to sell his sword, and that's when he met the Second Young Master Yan.
"This knife of his is rare," Yan Ling said softly. "Look at its shiny black blade. It is made of rare black gold. It is not an exaggeration to say that it cuts iron like clay. This knife is worth at least a thousand gold. Hey,
Why doesn't he go to the pawn shop? No one can afford to pay thousands of dollars in such a market."
This question was answered by Xiao Sang. She said: "Second Master Yan, the pawnshop cannot give you a thousand pieces of gold, not even a hundred pieces of gold. This hero has been reduced to selling knives. It can be seen that he has nothing to gain, and the pawnshop only gives him a hundred gold pieces."
I will drive the price down to the extreme, and it would be nice if I could give you a few hundred taels of silver."
"So that's it." Second Young Master Yan is young now and knows very little about folk affairs. He only understood after hearing what she said.
"Are you going to buy a knife?" Xu Yin asked him, "If you don't have enough money, can I help you get it together?"
Yan Ling shook his head: "No, brother just sent me a large sum of money. I still have plenty of money, but..."
"You want to keep him."
Yan Lingxiao: "Such a hero, it would be a pity to miss him."
Xu Yin was not surprised at all. If Xue Yi had not been left behind, there would have been no second son of Yan who would have achieved extraordinary success.
While the two were talking, someone stopped in front of the stall.
"How much does this knife cost?"
Xue Yi raised his head and replied: "Five hundred gold."
Five hundred gold is five thousand taels of silver. The annual salary of a first-grade court official is only five or six hundred taels of silver. This huge amount immediately scares others.
"Five hundred gold? Are you trying to steal money?"
"That's right! Why is your sword so expensive?"
"Don't be coaxing, right?"
Xue Yi explained: "The black gold used to make this sword is extracted from meteorite iron. It is rare to find. If you meet a suitable customer, it will cost you even a thousand gold."
After hearing what he said, some people wanted to take a look.
Xue Yi stretched out his hand to block him: "I love this knife like a treasure. If I were not desperate now, I would never sell it. You can look at the knife, but you can't touch it."
The man yelled: "What do you mean if you can't touch it? How do I know if what you say is true or false? Maybe it was made from scrap metal?"
"Yes! You say it's so powerful, you have to put it to the test!"
There is a noise here, and someone is strutting over there.
"Hey, isn't this a hero?" The young master stood in front of Xue Yi with a group of servants, "Last time, you pretended to be generous in front of me and rewarded the singer with ten taels of silver. Why, are you short of money today?