"Honglian~ I'm going to beat you if you make trouble again!" Han Fei looked at the slim sister in front of him, helpless at her naughtiness, and pretended to be a serious threat.
"Hmph! I have powerful martial arts now, and I will hit you if you want." As she said this, Hong Lian hummed and slapped Han Fei staggeringly.
"Okay, okay, I admit defeat~" Han Fei quickly squinted his eyes and begged for mercy.
"Hey, my dear princess, I will forgive you. However, I will punish you by playing with me for a whole day!" Honglian took Han Fei's hand and dragged him towards the royal city.
"Aaaaaaaaah~ slow down."
A group of guards escorted the two people slowly towards the royal city.
At this time, in the attic of Zilanxuan, the most famous romantic place in Xinzheng, the two of them were taking a panoramic view of this scene.
A woman is tender and charming, charming with words. She is dressed in purple, which barely covers her fiery figure, exposing her waist. The mysterious tattoos add to her charm. Her long legs are made of black stockings, and a wisp of purple skirt is flying, exuding a fatal temptation.
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This is the owner of Zilanxuan - Zinu.
The other person has a cold face, slightly white sword eyebrows, electric eyes, white hair as sharp as a knife, a black headband with faint gold inscriptions, and a black robe with golden textures embellished on it. He is mysterious and noble, awe-inspiring and inviolable. p>
This is the horizontal sword of one of the two descendants of Guigu - Wei Zhuang.
"At a moment like this, two unexpected characters, Xinzheng, become interesting." Zinu casually closed the window looking into the street, walking in a charming and graceful manner.
"Besides the ninth son of the current King of Han, there is another one, who is it?" Wei Zhuang stood with his hands behind his back and looked at Han Fei who was walking away.
"The Ninth Young Master, Han Fei, started his apprenticeship under the Confucianist Xunzi. Coincidentally, on the second day of his trip, his younger brother also left Songhai."
"Han Fei returned to Han and Li Si entered Qin. Are you talking about Lu Yan?" Wei Zhuang raised his eyebrows slightly when he mentioned the name Lu Yan, "This is a terrible person."
"Huh? What kind of person can make you feel scary?" Zi Nu looked unbelieving, but Wei Zhuang rarely praised others, so she was very curious.
"Two years ago, in the Wei State, I met Luo Wangtian's first-class Zhi Ri, who was very powerful. It is said that Lu Yan once made Zhi Ri suffer a big loss when he was thirteen years old."
"I didn't expect that the three heroes of Qi and Lu who love to persuade people to study have such abilities." Zi Nu held a glass of wine and handed it to Wei Zhuang.
"What is it about South Korea, the weakest among the seven countries, that attracts you?" Wei Zhuang looked at his reflection in the wine glass, his mind wandering.
"Do you still have your gift?" Zi Nu looked at Wei Zhuang and took a sip.
"I guess you will encounter a surprise tonight." Wei Zhuang waved his hand, and the wine glass fell steadily on the table in front of Zi Nu, without spilling a drop of wine.
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At night, the Qianlong Hall is brilliantly lit, with jade mirrors hanging on the edge of the emerald building, and ice trays hanging outside the pearl curtains, with endless dancing and music.
"Dang Dang Dang~"
As the bell rang several times, the music gradually faded away, and the dancing beauties also exited, leaving an empty space. Soon a group of servants carefully placed seven treasures covered with golden dragon-embroidered canvas in order. p>
The trading desk has eight sides, seven of which correspond to seven distinguished guests. On one side, a middle-aged man walked out with a three-clawed black dragon tattooed on his robe.
"Haha, welcome to Qianlong Hall. Today, I, Situ Wanli, will still host this Yi Bao Conference for all of you."
Situ Wanli raised his hands to everyone, and then smiled politely as he walked, "The Yibao Conference emphasizes bartering, mutual exchange, and mutual care. Please take a look at the treasure brought by this first distinguished guest."
As he spoke, he lifted up the canvas of the first treasure on his left.
"The full moon scimitar from the vast grassland."
The owner of the scimitar and the head of the grassland, Man Shanyu, crossed his arms and glanced at the other people present with his bell-like eyes.
"This second treasure is a pair of top-quality jade bracelets."
The holder of the jade bracelet, Prince Dan of the Yan Kingdom, is sitting upright, not squinting, and nodding in response.
"This one is the Panlong Cauldron from Yan Chunjun of Yan State."
Yan Chunjun hugged a beautiful woman, held a carved dragon jade bottle, laughed wildly, and took a bite of the beauty's mouth.
"This treasure is three black crystal arrowheads."
Jing Ke didn't care at all about the reactions of other people present to his treasure. He lay on his side on his seat, threw a red Li Nai in one hand, and took another bite.
"This distinguished guest's treasure is incredible, a fine wine, a jade wine, and a blue sea."
As he opened the canvas, everyone's eyes were drawn towards it. An exquisite and clear jade bottle, with colorful corals hovering above it, reflected the colorful sunset.
Yan Chunjun opened his mouth wide, his eyes widened, and his expression was dull, as if he was imagining tasting fine wine from this bottle.
Jing Ke swallowed the fruit in one gulp and choked for a moment, still staring at the jade bottle.
When Han Fei, the owner of the jade bottle, saw Jing Ke's appearance, he felt that he was also a good drinker and raised his glass to Jing Ke from a distance.
"Haha, please take a look at the next treasure, the Ziwei Soft Sword, which is not weaker than the famous sword in the sword spectrum."
The Ziwei Soft Sword naturally belongs to Lu Yan. He has saved up 20 draws for three years and drawn out many strange things. He doesn't care about such a soft sword.
If I remember correctly, Zi Nu should also be there.
Lu Yan couldn't help but cast his eyes to his right side, but unfortunately the curtain blocked him and he could only get a glimpse of his graceful figure.
"As for the last treasure...it's packed in this box." Situ Wanli took off the last piece of Xiulong canvas, revealing a simple wooden box.
"If you want to exchange my treasure, you must abide by one condition. That is, you cannot open this box before the exchange. My treasure can be chosen by its owner. For some people, it is a priceless treasure, and for some people, it is also priceless.
Probably worthless."
Zi Nu's voice is soft, low, charming and affectionate, gurgling and flowing. When you listen carefully, you feel that you are open-minded and want to stop.
"As expected of the founder of Fengyuechang, this voice is amazing." Lu Yan secretly gave Zi Nu a thumbs up.
"Humph, you are just being mysterious, you can't bring out any treasure at all!" Yan Chunjun stood up with a fat belly, slapped the wine bottle on the table, waved his sleeves, and sneered at Zi Nu.
"Bah bang bang~" applause interrupted Yan Chunjun.
Han Fei was clapping his hands, smiling in the direction of Zi Nu and saying, "Okay! It's really interesting."
"Whether you want to change or not, the choice is in your own hands." After Zi Nu finished speaking, there was no movement for a while.
Everyone present was picking out their favorite treasures. Some were frowning, some were confident of winning, and some were absent-minded.
"I want this box."
Han Fei stood up, still holding half a glass of wine in his hand, and faced the purple girl's curtain to exchange.
"Please wait, I wonder if the girl is interested in this crape myrtle soft sword?"
Lu Yan's purpose in coming to South Korea was to meet Ying Zheng, and the rest was just to relax. He was a little curious, if there was no water and gold, could Han Fei be able to defeat the ghost soldiers?
"Both of you are people of high status. The little girl is of low status and may not be able to make a decision. It is better for the two young masters to discuss it by themselves." Zi Nu gently kicked the ball out.
"Who do I think it is? It turns out to be Junior Brother Lu Yan. Why didn't you greet me when you came to Korea? As a senior brother, Han Fei can also greet you as a courtesy." Han Fei was puzzled at first, but when he saw it was Lu Yan, he immediately
Welcome with a smile.
"Senior brother, let's talk about this treasure after we build friendship...?" Lu Yan knew that Han Fei was just trying to beat the snake and climb up the stick, and did not give him any face.
"Xunzi's great disciple, Han Fei, the Ninth Young Master of Korea, and Xunzi's close disciple Lu Yan, are known as the Three Heroes of Qi and Lu." Yan Dan silently talked about these two people in his heart, "I didn't expect to meet such a person this time, such a person.
People will definitely stir up trouble, and it seems that Korea will not be peaceful."
"Alas! Of course, senior brother can't take away the favor from junior brother. I gave up this treasure." Han Fei was dejected and his tone was weak.
"However, I will return to the city later. I would like to ride together, so that I can show my courtesy." He quickly raised his head again, raised his eyebrows, and smiled. His face changed so quickly that it was shocking.
Of course Lu Yan knew that this guy wanted to have sex for nothing and ride with him, so why couldn't he still see the treasure?
"Senior brother is very kind, but Lu Yan is disrespectful."
"Hahaha, so refreshing."
The discussion between the two ended quickly, and the crape myrtle soft sword was exchanged for a simple wooden box.
"Then I want this jade bottle. Please give me a price." Yan Chunjun then let go of the beauty and stood up.
"It turned out to be the famous Yan Chunjun, and Han Fei was polite. The Panlong Cauldron is an important tool of etiquette, and Han Fei didn't dare to dream of it. In addition, he is a heavy drinker on weekdays, so he still has to keep this Jinglan Jinglan bottle for himself. I'm sorry.
Forgive me." Han Fei half-squinted his eyes and saluted to the other party.
"You kid~" Yan Chunjun was stopped by Yan Dan just as he was about to attack.
"Uncle Wang, please calm down. At the Farmer Qianlong Hall Yibao Conference, friendship comes first, and transactions are all voluntary. The Ninth Young Master is unwilling to exchange, so why force it."
"Hahaha, dear guests, I forgive Situ Wanli for not greeting me well, but this bartering is all voluntary, which is the rule of the farmer's Qianlong Hall. I hope you can give me a face, and everyone can make money by being harmonious, hahaha."
Situ Wanli also hurried over, fearing that Yan Chunjun, a reckless man, would mess up the conference.
"Uncle Wang, these two are disciples of Xunzi, with extraordinary status, and this is Korea." Yan Dan sent a message to Yan Chunjun, threatening in a low voice.
"Humph~" Yan Chunjun was still angry, he puffed down his sleeves, drank a glass of wine, and dropped the cup on the table.
"I will apologize to you on behalf of Uncle Wang." Yan Dan bowed deeply to everyone.
"Mr. Yanchun of the Yan Kingdom? That scumbag in Snow Girl's memories? Call him Uncle Wang. This person is also from the royal family of the Yan Kingdom." Lu Yan looked at Yan Dan and saluted, but did not recognize who it was.
"I have met Mr. Lu Yan, Ninth Young Master. I like this soft sword very much." Zinu saluted Lu Yan and Han Fei behind the curtain.
"As long as the girl likes it, I'm also very curious about this box. I'm very happy with this transaction."
The Yibao Conference seems to be just a platform, and it does not take a share of the transaction. It seems to be just used to expand contacts. Situ Wanli kept moving among the people, and he was exquisite in all directions. This transaction did not go cold after Yan Chunjun.
"Senior brother, my old driver... the coachman is very skilled and has superb martial arts skills. Let him drive for you." When leaving, Lu Yan called Dian Wei to drive.
Han Fei looked at Dian Wei's strong muscles and felt twice as safe. He got into the car and the brothers took a car back to the city.
"Wait a minute, you bid for that jade bottle, and I pay double. What do you think, Master Ninth?"
Yan Chunjun appeared, followed by a group of sword-wielding warriors.