Su Rui and Fang Youan left temporarily, and the affairs of the two cities were handed over to Lu Yaoye and Yuan Wanzheng respectively.
Zhu Qinghong went to Youshuang City to meet Merchant Wang.
"Greetings to Your Majesty." Merchant Wang bent down to flatter him, "Your Majesty is so beautiful that you are truly a fairy descended from heaven."
"Sit down." Zhu Qinghong sat down unceremoniously at the main seat, "I am going to the slave country. You lead the way."
The smile on Merchant Wang's face froze: "Your Majesty, the slave country is not a good place for women. As a woman, it is not good for you to go this time. Our country's business has been declining for a long time and the supply of goods is sufficient. Your Majesty should understand why.
Meaning."
Zhu Qinghong curled his lips and looked coldly: "I am not discussing with you, but giving orders. Do you understand?"
"I understand, I understand." Merchant Wang wiped the sweat from his forehead, "The only way to successfully enter the slave country with His Majesty's appearance is."
Lifting his chin slightly, Zhu Qinghong gestured to him and said. Merchant Wang's eyes lit up: "Pretend to be a foster dancer."
"Huh?" Zhu Qinghong's eyes sharpened.
Merchant Wang immediately knelt down with weak legs: "It's not that I want to take advantage of your Majesty. Your Majesty's appearance does not look like a slave. It is still credible to say that you are a dancer. Your Majesty, I don't dare to hide it. The emperor of our country is at the county level.
Priest."
County priest...Zhu Qinghong raised the corners of his mouth.
Just when I was looking for more resources, someone came to my doorstep. Not bad, worthy of commendation.
"You only need to take me into the city, and don't worry about the rest." Zhu Qinghong stood up and walked to Merchant Wang, lifting his chin with his fingers, "You are a businessman, pursuing profits. See the situation clearly, and it is up to you whether you will be rich and prosperous in the rest of your life.
between."
Merchant Wang pondered for a moment and asked: "I heard that your Majesty's country prohibits the slave trade. How should I, a slave trader, live?"
"Since you are a businessman and can do slave business, you can naturally do other businesses." Zhu Qinghong thought about it, "You are an ordinary person, right? Do you want the power of a priest? In today's world, no matter how much money, power is empty. Strength is paramount.
, isn’t it?”
"Can you make me a priest?" Merchant Wang's eyes widened in disbelief, "No, it's impossible."
Zhu Qinghong raised his hand and summoned a power ball: "Of course it is possible. I can take the power of the priest whenever I want, and give it to whoever I want. You are a businessman, how about giving you the power to control the wind? Then not only will you not have to be afraid of demons, but you will also be able to
Deliver goods faster."
Controlling the wind... Merchant Wang is well-informed and naturally knows that the power of the Zhao family priest is to control the wind.
His Majesty fought one against three, not only killing them, but also drawing out his strength. How powerful and terrifying. He was so excited that he trembled, the power was at his fingertips...
"Have you considered it carefully?" Zhu Qinghong pointed at the power ball, "If you don't want it, I can give it to someone else."
"No." Merchant Wang shouted, "No, Your Majesty. Please reward Your Majesty. No matter what you do, I am willing."
Zhu Qinghong put away the power ball: "If you do a good job, I can't treat you badly. Go down and prepare. We will set off tomorrow."
Merchant Wang was filled with regret. He stood up and saluted. Strength must be gained.
Zhu Qinghong smiled: "Wait a minute."
Not knowing why, Merchant Wang turned around.
Zhu Qinghong injected a force into his body: "I will give you the reward first."
Invisible power filled his body, and Merchant Wang was overjoyed. After thanking him repeatedly, he ran out to test his power.
From stumbling to proficiency, Merchant Wang became more and more excited. Really. He really has the power to control the wind!
"Hahahaha." He kept laughing, and Merchant Wang was excited. With strength, he was no longer afraid of monsters.
Soon, he calmed down. If he wants to retain his strength, he must work hard for His Majesty.
Your Majesty can give and you can take back.
I have never owned anything, but I can still resist greed.
Once you have it, you don’t want to lose it. The greed to seize power becomes the fear of losing it.
On the city wall.
Zhu Qinghong held a ball with both hands, and a whirlwind was roaring inside. The corners of her lips were slightly raised, and she had everything under control.
The next day.
Merchant Wang prepared everything to invite. Zhu Qinghong walked to him and stopped: "How do you feel?"
"It feels good." Wang Shang lowered his head lower and lower. How could the feeling of having power not be good?
With a light glance, Zhu Qinghong got on the carriage. A ray was separated from the power ball, and it will dissipate over time.
It's best not to have any evil thoughts.
The carriage drove slowly, and Zhu Qinghong opened the curtain and looked outside. After all, she was not a good person.
During this trip, Lu Yaoye was so aggressive that he insisted on following. Yingling City was handed over to Lu Yu, and he was so angry that he chased him out of several streets.
Lu Yaoye lay crooked in the carriage, swaying while drinking milk tea: "Your Majesty, is the slave country fun?"
"If it's not fun, why are you following me?" Zhu Qinghong took out a grapefruit and "peel it open."
"Okay." Lu Yaoye happily accepted it.
The young man who grew up in fine clothes and had a good life, Ma Liu peeled the grapefruit peel. The unique taste stimulated the taste buds, and there was an inexplicable sour taste. He smashed his mouth and speeded up.
When the skin was peeled off, Lu Yaoye spontaneously broke it into two halves.
Zhu Qinghong took half of it without saying anything.
Lu Yaoye happily took out a piece of grapefruit and bit it, his face suddenly turned ugly.
The first time I ate it, I inevitably felt it was sour and astringent.
He frowned and took it away, and after a while he felt the sweetness coming back.
Not sure, eat again.
Lu Yaoye continued to eat, his face slowly relaxed. After getting used to eating, he felt a little sick.
Zhu Qinghong glanced at him. Sure enough, this person came here just to eat. Lu Yaoye took the last bite and looked at the one in her hand.
"Here." Zhu Qinghong neither loves nor hates grapefruit. He can't finish the whole one, and one or two pieces are not enough.
Give him whatever you can't finish to avoid wasting it.
Lu Yaoye thanked him repeatedly and took it happily. He took a sip and the juice burst in his mouth.
Seeing that he liked to eat, Zhu Qinghong asked Xiaoye to pick the sour lemon.
She took it out and handed it over: "Try this."
"It's a bit like an orange." Lu Yaoye hurriedly took it away, "I'll eat it later. It's really right to follow His Majesty."
Zhu Qinghong nodded and looked to see when he would eat the lemon. After finishing the grapefruit, Lu Yaoye fought hard for the lemon.
The lemon peel was difficult to peel, so he just tore it open bit by bit. When he was done, Lu Yaoye took out a piece and put it in his mouth. In an instant, his entire face was so sour that he lost control of his expression.
Zhu Qinghong turned his head to look outside, the corners of his mouth raised. Lu Yaoye had never eaten anything so sour before and almost vomited it out.
Fortunately, he remembered that he had to swallow even when he was kneeling in front of Zhu Qinghong. The taste in his mouth had not dissipated, and he stared at the remaining lemon in his hand without tears.
Zhu Qinghong tried his best to hold back his laughter and kindly reminded: "If you can't finish it, you can squeeze it into juice. One cup is only one cup."
Lu Yaoye swallowed his saliva and felt that there was only a sour taste in his mouth. He wanted to squeeze it into juice, but he didn't have the tools.
Forget it, just eat. Lu Yaoye put it into his mouth one by one, and lost his expression every time he ate.
However, at the end of the meal, he didn't know if he had fun or not. He was actually a little unsatisfied.
Just, quite unforgettable.
"So you like sour things." Zhu Qinghong looked like he suddenly realized, "I remember."
"It's true... I don't like it that much." Lu Yaoye explained stumblingly, "Grapefruit, it's okay. Lemon... squeeze the juice."
Zhu Qinghong nodded: "I will give you lemon juice from now on. If you like it, drink more. I have plenty of lemons."
"..." Lu Yaoye sensed something was wrong.
His eyebrows were wrinkled like a little old man. But he couldn't help it, the other party was His Majesty.
I was bored on the road, so someone came to follow me.
Zhu Qinghong naturally has some fun.
So what if you know? Do you dare to resist?
Lu Yaoye could only endure it.
He has always taken other people for fun. This is the first time in his life that others have taken him for fun.
That’s how it feels.
Lu Yaoye touched his chin, and it felt a little strange. In fact, he was not at a loss, he ate a lot of delicious food.
What lemon, durian.
After surviving the first time, he naturally fell in love. Come, come, he will accept everyone who comes. Isn’t it just eating?
Zhu Qinghong raised his eyebrows, actually wanting him to challenge the dark cuisine one by one. After all, she doesn't eat it, so it would be nice to have someone taste it.
The carriages and horses were driving across the land, getting closer and closer to the slave country. During this period, Lu Yaoye tasted a lot of dark cuisine, some of which were good, and some of which he did not understand.
But he can't waste food. No matter how it tastes, he must finish it. If he can't finish it, he will continue to eat next meal.
Zhu Qinghong looked at him with a hint of appreciation in his eyes. He wanted to applaud him. It's awesome, it's really awesome.
Occasionally, demons attack, and Lu Yaoye moves around. He releases a large amount of black energy, and the demons instantly lose their energy and are at their mercy.
The power to control negative emotions?
Zhu Qinghong observed several times and found that there was more than that. This person is really interesting.
As he got closer and closer to the slave country, Zhu Qinghong frequently lifted the curtain to look outside. There was endless desolation as far as the eye could see, but there was actually nothing to see.
She always felt something was wrong, as if she was being watched. When the feeling deepened, the group of them entered the slave country.
The carriage stopped for a rest, and Merchant Wang ordered his entourage to prepare lunch. Lu Yaoye jumped out of the car, stretched, took out walnuts and started plated.
Zhu Qinghong chose a set of dancer's clothes and changed into them, and got off the carriage. Everyone turned around and saw the red skirt flying.
She wears a garland, black hair like ink, and wears a red gauze over a tassel mask. Mysterious and beautiful, she attracts everyone's attention at a glance.
With her slender waist and dazzling eyes, everyone was mesmerized. Zhu Qinghong looked in the direction of the slave country, and sure enough, someone was watching.
The power of county-level priests monitors the boundaries of the country. It is not something you can see with your eyes, but something you feel.
Lu Yaoye came back to his senses, looked at it and said: "The dancer is not dressed like this. The dragon pool and tiger den in front of her are too ostentatious."
Huh? Zhu Qinghong clicked on the panel to check and found out that he had indeed chosen the dancer suit. A dancer from the Western Regions, with her arms and waist exposed, how beautiful she is.
"No problem." Zhu Qinghong turned off the panel. In a place like a slave country, the result would be the same no matter what you wear.
If you are not afraid that the other party will come, you are afraid that they will not come.
Merchant Wang was well-informed and his eyes shone brightly: "The dress of the most beautiful dancer is rumored to be."
Yes, according to rumors, all parts of the world are surrounded by demons, and news is cut off. After being separated, you can only know the customs and habits of other places through literature.
And that information was from many years ago. I don’t know what it looks like now. Whether there have been any changes.
"A businessman is a businessman. He is well-informed." Zhu Qinghong looked at Lu Yaoye with a smile, "Young masters from aristocratic families should learn more."
Lu Yaoye nodded modestly.
Well, who asked him to stay in his own one-third of an acre of land since he was a child. I don’t know if it’s normal.
Merchant Wang covets the dancer's clothes.
Zhu Qinghong looked over coldly, and quickly looked away. Lu Yaoye spread his hands, but fortunately he was honest.