In late autumn, the cold winter has begun to appear. The first snow this year came early and was much colder than in previous years.
In the Furong Garden, it is like spring all year round, and it is still bustling and bustling, just like the Chinese New Year, but only God knows how much of it is really for celebration!
"You are so brave. How dare you threaten His Highness? Are you afraid that you will not be able to leave the Furong Garden?"
The chief steward led the way, his voice as cold as the cold wind blowing from the underworld of hell. Combined with the coldness of the first heavy snowfall, it was almost freezing to the bone.
Wu Ming gave him a cold look and said nothing.
Liang Zi has formed a knot. As for what the other party thinks, he doesn't care. The important thing is that Chai Wei must come back intact, otherwise he won't mind overthrowing the city of Chang'an!
Therefore, a message was just sent to the chief manager, saying that if he saw no one again, he would confront Li Wenzhao in public, saying that she had used the hands of the King of Wei to steal the valuables of foreign envoys!
On this occasion, even if it was false, as long as it was publicized, Li Cheng would not be able to explain it clearly with a hundred mouths, but Wu Ming did not do this, everything was based on Chai Wei's safety.
As for everything else, you have to stand aside, and Wu Ming doesn't like to be manipulated all the time!
"I have heard about your deeds in the Eastern Song Dynasty, but unfortunately this is neither the Eastern Song Dynasty nor the Northern Jin Dynasty!"
Thinking that he was scared, the chief manager smiled coldly again.
"What's the point of saying this? To show the transcendent status of the Middle Tang Dynasty, or does Wei King Li Cheng dare to kill me here?"
Wu Ming said indifferently.
"Killing you here will indeed require some effort and even a price, but don't forget that the trip to Qianlongyuan is about to begin. By then you will know how wrong it is to offend my Highness!"
Large main pipeline.
"hehe!"
Wu Ming's smile represents everything.
This person also knows that things cannot be resolved like this, especially those who know Wu Ming's past will know what he will face next.
But Li Cheng, the king of Wei, was really not afraid. He even looked down upon him and used a little trick to make Wu Ming lose face and humiliate him. He was thrown into his grandmother's house and even tortured to death. It was just a matter of words.
Of course, everything has to be done in secret, and Qianlongyuan is undoubtedly the best place!
It's a pity that they don't know that Wu Ming will not go to the lower levels, but with his current cultivation strength, he is invincible at the upper levels!
The snow fell heavier and heavier, falling like goose feathers, going around and around, passing through the city defense formation, and crossing over the Furong Garden. Such non-threatening natural phenomena were not within the protection range of the formation at all. On the contrary, they were
Adding a bit of brilliance to tonight’s feast!
"Auspicious snow heralds a good harvest!"
Wu Ming caught a piece of snowflake and said quietly.
"You are quite talented!"
The chief executive gave him a surprised look.
To be able to achieve this position, cultivation is secondary. The most important thing is knowledge, vision, and knowledge. Moreover, one must be experienced in dealing with people.
"hehe!"
Wu Ming still responded with an unexplainable smile.
"It's a pity that I just don't have self-awareness!"
The chief manager shook his head, stopped talking, and led Wu Ming through countless layers of restrictions until he reached the back door of Furong Garden.
"Sure enough, it's not in the Furong Garden!"
Wu Ming's last bit of luck disappeared.
If Chai Wei were in the garden, he would dare to reveal the matter and go to the Jinluan Palace. The lawsuit would be won or lost!
Li Cheng, the king of the Wei Dynasty in the Tang Dynasty, committed plunder, kidnapping and coercion. Once these scandals were publicized, they would cause an uproar in the world. How do people view the royal family of the Mid-Tang Dynasty?
It's a pity that the other party did everything very well and didn't give him any chance to take advantage of it!
"Get out"
The chief steward pointed disdainfully at the side door next to the back door.
There, there were many warriors in ordinary clothes, carrying many things inside, which looked like charcoal, but exuded a faint and refreshing fragrance.
Wu Minghun didn't care about the other party's insult and walked out of the back door with a calm expression.
The chief steward frowned slightly, a worried look flashed in his eyes, and then he regained his composure.
For a person of Wu Ming's status, it is already humiliating to go through the back door, but the back door is commonly known as the dog hole. Only people with low-level karma would use this kind of door.
But he didn't care. His scheming attitude alone was enough to make people fear him!
If you add extraordinary cultivation and talent, this fear will become a worry, but considering the identity of Wei King Li Cheng, even a semi-saint would not dare to make mistakes, and I feel relieved!
"Deacon Huang, this spiritual stone is wrong. This batch of spiritual wood carbon is of excellent quality and is worth at least sixty-four spiritual stones. Why has the price been reduced?"
An old voice came from outside the side door, and an old man with a dark complexion and simple clothes was seen. He was holding a small cloth bag, hunched over, and said to a middle-aged man in brocade in a very humble manner.
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"Hmph, stop talking nonsense. We, the Prince of Wei, are using your charcoal to give you face. Why don't you even look at what day it is today?
Our Highness has written a book and said that he has made great contributions to the Tang Dynasty and will inherit the throne in the future and lead the Tang Dynasty to a more prosperous era. It feels so heartbreaking for you to make some contribution. Our Highness has worked hard for the Tang Dynasty. Who will come?
Feeling distressed?"
The middle-aged deacon said with a cold face.
"No, no, that's not the case. Forgive me, Manager Huang. The old man has absolutely no disrespect towards His Majesty the King of Wei. It's just that this batch of spiritual wood charcoal is related to the expenses of the family. My grandson is about to enter school...
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The old man's black face turned pale, and he waved his hands repeatedly, but he still wanted to get his reward back. It was obvious that he was living in embarrassment, otherwise he would not risk offending the deacon of Prince Wei's palace.
"Asshole!"
The middle-aged deacon flew into a rage and swept the old man to the ground. He glared at the halberd and said, "Is it more important for your family to be a small family, or is it more important for our Highness to take care of the affairs of a country and dedicate himself to the country? Leave quickly, and don't dare to make any noise again.
Be careful, this butler wants you to look good!"
How could the old man withstand the sweep of the innate strong man? He rolled to the ground. The cloth bag in his hand fell out, and a dozen spirit stones with dim light fell out. The quality of the spirit stones was much worse than those commonly circulated in the market.
Wu Ming glanced at it casually and knew that there were only forty or fifty spiritual stones inside. The quality of this batch of spiritual wood carbon was indeed good. It was used to cook spiritual materials, which saved time and effort. It was not used for making rice.
"father!"
"grandfather!"
It's just that the old man is old and has not cultivated his artistic conception, and the men who are burning charcoal are not in the right state of mind and dare not speak out when they are angry.
They didn't even have a pocket to pay. For this job, they had to drive thousands of miles to earn only a few dozen spiritual stones and were exploited. This was no longer an embarrassment, but rather, they were driven to death.
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Don't forget that Wu Ming spends money lavishly, but when he first came to China, he was stumped by a few spiritual stones and a handful of white corn. Wu Fu was even tricked by an acquaintance, and he knew how difficult it was for low-level warriors to get some training resources.
But, what does this have to do with him?
In the prosperous and prosperous times of the past dynasties, or in troubled times, it is just normal for wealthy families to have wine and meat on the streets and freeze to death.
"Deacon Huang, calm down, we are leaving now, we are leaving now..."
The old man took a few deep breaths, wiped the red blood stains on his beard, and dragged his children and grandchildren, staggering towards the mule cart.
Wu Ming paused slightly, looking at the blood red on the snow-white ground from the corner of his eye, and continued moving forward without saying anything else.
The chief manager seemed to be aware of it, and glanced coldly at Deacon Huang. The latter was still completely unaware. He was complacent about getting dozens of high-quality spiritual stones, and had no awareness that he was about to die.
As for Wu Ming who came out of the side door, he didn't even look at it. No matter how well-dressed he was, he was just a low-class person!
Not far away, there was a carriage, and a man in a one-armed cloak stood next to him, his cold eyes staring at Wu Ming, who was walking slowly.
"hey-hey!"
The one-armed man smiled conspiratorially but did not move away.
Wu Ming was slightly startled, but then he remembered that Li Donghu once said that among the people he kidnapped, one of the great masters had his arm destroyed with poison, and he was probably the one in front of him.
"That little lady is very young. I lost an arm. I wonder how you plan to make up for it?"
The one-armed man said in a cold voice.
Although there were words from above to let him go, he didn't mind making a small fortune so that the Grand Master could complete his physical body. The Wei Palace did have treasures, but they were not rich enough to give them to him.
"I happen to have a Blood Yang Golden Pill, which can repair the body. I just want to see if the person is okay!"
Wu Ming looked back at the chief manager, who showed no sign, and then took out a jade bottle.
"really?"
The one-armed man said ecstatically.
He had heard of the name of the Blood Yang Golden Pill, and it was one of the treasured pills treasured in the Palace of Wei Prince.
Wu Ming opened the bottle cap, revealing a red-gold elixir the size of a dragon's eye. It was spinning continuously, with a refreshing and refreshing fragrance.
"Okay, I also want one million spiritual stones. I heard that you won a lot at Silver Hook Gambling House!"
The one-armed man was sure that the treasure pill was the same as what he knew, and licked his lower lip, with greed in his eyes. Even if he gave the person above him a filial seal, it would be enough for him to blackmail him.
"I want to make sure people are okay!"
Wu Ming flipped his wrist and put away the jade bottle.
"Look, don't worry, this girl just passed out. She will wake up in three to five days, and she will be alive and kicking!"
The one-armed man opened the curtain to reveal Chai Wei, who was lying on his back, breathing evenly, with a rosy complexion, and his clothes were intact. He had indeed not been treated harshly.
Wu Ming breathed a sigh of relief and happily threw the elixir to the one-armed man. He took another bag and transferred a million spiritual stones from Longyi to the one-armed man. Then the one-armed man got out of the way.
"Refreshingly, if you have a chance, maybe we can make another deal, and the carriage will be given to you!"
The one-armed man gets out of the way.
"No chance!"
Wu Ming checked Chai Wei's pulse, finally felt relieved and drove away.
"Dad, this business is getting more and more difficult. There are still corvee tasks to be completed in the palace city..."
When passing by the charcoal seller and his party, I could hear their unwillingness and distress.
Wu Ming's heart was moved, and he glanced at the back door of Furong Garden without any trace. He could vaguely see the general manager giving a lesson to Butler Huang, chanting: "The charcoal seller is cutting firewood to burn charcoal in Nanshan."
His face was dusty and smoky, his temples were gray and his fingers were black.
How can you make money from selling charcoal? You can wear clothes but eat in your mouth.
Poor man, he is only dressed in plain clothes, and he is worried and wishing that the weather would be cold.
At night, there is a foot of snow outside the city, and at dawn, I drive a carbon car over icy ruts.
The cows were trapped, the people were hungry, and the sun was getting high, so they rested in the mud outside the south gate of the city.
Who are the two Pianpian cavalry coming? The messenger in yellow is in white.
He held the document in his hand and said he was pardoned, then got back in the car and shouted at the oxen to lead them north.
A cart of charcoal weighs so much that the palace envoys and generals will regret it.
Bits and pieces of spiritual stones..." (To be continued)