Yan Bing and Lu Liang teamed up to scare Feng Chen half to death. They returned to the yard with satisfaction and wanted to ask the old man what secrets he wanted to discuss with him.
When the old man saw Yan Bing coming, his face was still full of joy. He pointed to the small bench next to him and said, "Come, sit down and chat."
Yan Bing was very confused at the moment. After all, these days, the old man basically didn't have a smile on his face. He calculated every day, how much money he spent on buying materials today, how much money he spent on buying groceries the day before yesterday, and then spent the rest of the time basically watching.
The wine jar in the yard was in a daze, and I didn’t know what I was thinking about all day long, but my temper was getting worse and worse.
Why is everything so different today!?
Could it be that someone is coming from the palace!?
Facts have proved that it was just as Yan Bing expected. The old man said to Yan Bing excitedly: "My good disciple, Zeng Ke came here just now. He said that the emperor personally approved the purchase of our wine by Superintendent Shang Shan.
, fifty altars per month, guess how much one altar costs!?"
After the old man finished speaking, Yan Bing suddenly felt that something was wrong, so she lowered her head and thought about it. After a while, she raised her head again, looked at the old man and said firmly: "Something is not right..."
"My teacher asked you to guess how much a pot costs. Who asked you this?" The old man glanced at Yan Bing with a disappointed look on his face. Then, looking at Yan Bing's determined expression, which didn't look like he was joking, he hurriedly bent down.
He walked up to Yan Bing and asked with a serious face: "What's wrong?"
"This thing is wrong in itself!" Yan Bing held his chin with his hand while thinking. After a while, he asked again: "What else did Zeng Ke say when he came this time?"
"You didn't say anything? You just mentioned to me that there was going to be a war in the north, and I asked too much, so he said..." The old man looked puzzled, and then said in a slightly impatient tone: "You
First tell me, Master, what is wrong!"
Yan Bing stood up, walked two steps in the yard, turned around, and asked his master: "Do you think our emperor is the kind of person who would ask the Shangshan Supervisor for a few jars of wine?
?”
"Haha, this kid is very ambitious. The harem doesn't even bother to ask, so he definitely doesn't have the time..." The old man suddenly understood when he was halfway through his words. Then he looked at Yan Bing seriously and said, "Disciple, after all, he has
What's wrong? Please explain it carefully to my teacher."
"Everything is wrong from beginning to end!" Yan Bing said as he sat back on the bench and began to talk: "First of all, it's the timing. If it doesn't come sooner, it won't come later. It just happens to be our backyard. All the materials are there.
Today is the day when the sword is forged. This is wrong.
After that, I bought drinks. As the emperor, I have no reason to ask about the affairs of the Shangshan Supervisor. This is the second wrong.
Even if he really had the leisure to do something as trivial as this, he could just send any of the eunuchs in the palace to deliver an oral message. Why was Zeng Ke the one who came!? He and Eunuch Shangshan were even more incompatible with each other!
There are three wrong things.
Finally, whether it was Master who asked you or he said it himself, the war between the two countries is a top secret. As the commander of the Black Jinwei, it is impossible for him not to know the importance of it. This is wrong!
Therefore, everything is wrong from beginning to end! Master! This matter is too strange, please let me think about it again..."
Yan Bing's words were well-founded and well-founded, and were enough to shock the old man's mind. At this moment, the old man also realized the seriousness of the problem.
But he was also happy to have a good disciple like Yan Bing by his side, who could help him make suggestions, and he could also be a hands-off shopkeeper. Thinking of this, the old man thought about how wise his decision to accept Qihua as his disciple was, and he couldn't help but feel Feeling proud, he picked up the teapot and took a few sips.
But at this time, Yan Bing was not so leisurely.
She used almost all her brain cells and used logic as a thread to try to connect all the suspicious information. She couldn't help but burn out her brain and her forehead was covered with beads of sweat.
Sword making, wine, Zeng Ke, secrets.
Weapons! Silver! Mechanisms! War!
Suddenly, Yan Bing grasped the key points of everything and pieced together the answer in his mind.
Yan Bing stood up slowly, smiled and said to the old man: "Master, go and change into decent clothes, we are going to the palace..."
"Ah?" The old man looked confused, and then blurted out: "Entering the palace? What are you doing?"
Yan Bing said with a mysterious face: "Go and thank Long En! I will accompany you, and I will talk to the master in detail on the way." After saying that, Yan Bing glanced at the tree at the door, and then looked at the old man, Hope he can understand what he means.
Obviously, although the old man's emotional intelligence was not low at all, his IQ was still sufficient. He understood immediately, stood up and said: "Qihua, please wait a moment, I will change my clothes and take you into the palace." On his face. The smile remained the same, without any hint of unnaturalness.
Yan Bingxin said, sure enough, ginger is still spicy when old.
Afterwards, Yan Bing turned around and walked towards the backyard.
The old man was about to enter the house to change clothes when he saw Yan Bing walking to the backyard and asked quickly: "Qihua? Didn't my teacher ask you to wait? Why are you going?"
Yan Bing turned around and smiled and said, "Master, please go change your clothes while my disciple goes to bring some "meeting gifts" to the emperor. I'll be back soon."
The old man looked puzzled and muttered "Meeting gift?", then he went to change his clothes without asking any more questions.
After the old man finished changing and tidying up, when he came to the yard, he saw the little girl holding a hundred-forged steel sword in her left hand and a wine jar in her right hand. She couldn't help but be stunned. Could this be the "meeting gift" she said? ?
After being puzzled for a hundred times, he could only ask: "Qihua, what do you mean?"
Yan Bing smiled and said: "The sword, newly made, can help our soldiers become more powerful..."
The old man shook his head, and before Yan Bing finished speaking, he pointed to the wine jar in her hand and asked, "Sword, I can probably guess that I want to ask about this wine? What does it mean?"
"This is not wine," Yan Bing looked at the wine jar in his hand, smiled even more proudly, and continued: "This is medicine! And it is the best trauma medicine in the world! When the disciple first made the wine, he picked I made the most potent three pots and soaked them with minced garlic. Now the medicine is ready, just in time to help our soldiers kill the enemy!"
Hearing this, the old man felt that he might as well not ask if he asked, since he couldn't understand anyway. He laughed awkwardly and said, "Well, if you are well prepared, let's go."
After saying that, he jumped up and went straight to the imperial city gate.
Yan Bing followed soon after.
They left, but it was a big pain for the senior brother who was still waiting underground for news. At this moment, Fengchen was sitting on the ground with his head in his arms, thinking about where to sleep tonight...
Outside the courtyard, there was another person who was scratching his head and scratching his head anxiously at this moment. He was at a loss. This person was the secret agent of the Black Brocade Guard on the tree outside the courtyard.
Because the order given to him from above was to keep an eye on the surrounding area of the small courtyard and report any unusual movements in the small courtyard.
But a fool also knows that they say they are keeping an eye on the courtyard, but they are actually keeping an eye on every move of Mrs. Wang. But now that Mrs. Wang has gone out, do she continue to follow the orders from her superiors and keep an eye on the courtyard?
Or did he disobey the order and pursue him on his own initiative to find out what happened?