Zhao Dongjia was about to burst into tears: "You two gentlemen, please spare the little one. You also know that this situation is not mine. I am just a janitor. If there is trouble, I can't bear to walk around."
Song Zheng knocked on the table: "Okay."
Mao Zhengdao and Lie Beitao both fell silent and looked at Song Zheng.
Zhao Dongjia was really surprised. He thought Lie Beitao was going to invite Mao Zhengdao. This young man he had never seen before was probably a companion. Or maybe this young man had just come to the capital and hooked up with Lie Beitao.
, it often happens that I want to get to know the real top dude Mao Zhengdao through Lie Beitao.
But he didn't expect that this young man, who he thought was the most inconspicuous, could calm down two angry nobles with just one sentence.
He immediately rushed in front of Song Zheng and begged again and again: "Master, please say something. The person on the other side is not sensible, but we are from the capital, so we must be generous."
Mao Zhengdao sat down angrily. He was not giving face to the Zhao Dong family. Song Zheng was here today. Song Zheng came to his appointment to give him face, but he obviously didn't want to make it public. He couldn't hide anything this time.
Lie Beitao also looked at Song Zheng: "Young Master Song, what do you think we should do about this matter?"
Song Zheng waved his hand: "What's wrong with dividing it between the two of them?"
Mao Zhengdao understood it as soon as he heard it, and asked strangely: "You don't want it?" Song Zheng already had someone in his heart, and he didn't want to be contaminated by the dust. He smiled and waved his hands and said: "I don't want a woman, I like wine."
Zhao Dongjia immediately nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "Yes! I have good wine in Lanyue Tower. You bunch of trash, why don't you hurry up and bring all the thousand-year-old spiritual blood wine on the bottom floor of the wine cellar to the three masters?"
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The turtle slaves outside quickly agreed and went.
Zhao Dongjia secretly observed his words and noticed a look of satisfaction on Song Zheng's face. He finally wiped away a cold sweat and said in his heart, "How lucky I am to meet this generous man today."
It’s not the fault of Mr. Zhao’s ignorance. It’s embarrassing for him to come to discuss this matter with Mao Zhengdao. The other party can just hand out 100 million, God knows what kind of hesitation this is!
Even if the other party is really just a nouveau riche, such a rich nouveau riche is scary. She can easily spend 100 million to buy a smile, and in a fit of anger, she can spend another 100 million to buy the head of his Zhao Dong family. How dare he?
Neglect?
The turtle slaves all knew that the three of them could not be offended, so they moved in ten jars of spiritual blood brew as quickly as possible. It was of course impossible to move them all out as Zhao Dongjia said. If they really moved them all out, Zhao Dongjia would
Sink them into the river.
The four oirans, Chunlan Qiuju, each have their own unique talents. Regardless of their talents, they are also stunning in appearance. When Mao Zhengdao got angry, they cried so pitifully that one couldn't help but pity them.
Now seeing that things had turned around, one of them stood up, stretched out his white jade-like hand from his sleeves, and filled Song Zheng's glass of wine himself: "Please use it, my lord."
Zhao Dongjia said from the side: "This spiritual blood brew was brewed by a half-drunk old man of a generation a thousand years ago. It was the last batch he made before his death. It can be called a swan song.
It uses the essence and blood of nine kinds of ninth-level desolate beasts and has been aged for thousands of years. If I don't brag, you will never drink such a good spiritual brew even in the palace."
Song Zheng took a sip and nodded with satisfaction: "It's indeed good."
Most of the good wines in the secular world will lose their mellow taste after more than a hundred years. However, the spiritual wine in the world of cultivation can guarantee that it will have an excellent taste even if it lasts for thousands of years. Spiritual blood wine, for example, will last for less than a hundred years.
However, the thousand-year medicinal power cannot be fully stimulated.
Mao Zhengdao also snorted: "Brother Song is giving you face today, otherwise I will definitely not let it go with them."
He drank up the wine in front of him in one gulp, and Dong Ling sat down next to him with a smile, serving her attentively. When Mao Zhengdao saw her, he immediately beamed and moved dishonestly.
If it were in the past, the winter spirit would definitely show off and refuse to welcome you, but today it didn't dare to show off.
Lie Beitao chose Chunshui girl among the other two courtesans. Song Zheng waved his hand and said to the girl Qiu Jing and the other girl Xia Hua beside him: "You go ahead."
Mr. Zhao's family thanked him profusely and took the two oirans with him.
When they went out, Mao Zhengdao snorted: "You also have a good temper. If you want the person named Zhao to know your identity, let alone if the other party spends 100 million, even if he spends 1 billion, he will not dare to come and make noise."
Song Zheng smiled and sipped the wine in silence.
Dong Ling and Chun Shui accompanied them, but their hearts were filled with panic: Who is this?!
…
Liu Chengfei sat angrily. The madam and several girls were trying to make her laugh, but Liu Chengfei's face was livid. Shi Zhonghe concentrated on the delicious snacks in front of him and persuaded: "Don't mess with her, she will really make her laugh."
If you get angry, your boss will have to live on the street tomorrow."
Several people were as silent as a cicada, not daring to talk nonsense anymore.
Suddenly the sound of footsteps came, and Mr. Zhao came in with a smile on his face: "Come, come, this distinguished guest, I will introduce to you the sign of Lanyue Tower. These two courtesans are Xia Hua and Qiu Jing..."
Liu Chengfei suddenly stood up: "There are only two courtesans left over there?"
Zhao Dongjia laughed repeatedly: "There is a very generous guest over there, otherwise I would really be in trouble today. Distinguished guest, in order to meet your request, I went over to discuss it with my head high..."
Liu Chengfei's beautiful eyes rolled: "But the most handsome one didn't want it?"
Shi Zhonghe was choked and quickly grabbed the wine glass and took a big sip. Well, Pan An is in the eye of the beholder. She did not dare to provoke Mr. Liu and continued to eat honestly.
Zhao Dongjia was all-rounded and nodded without hesitation: "Exactly."
Liu Chengfei's little eyebrows were filled with joy, and the madam beside her could feel that this distinguished guest was relaxing.
But Liu Chengfei's next words made their hearts arouse again: "For these two, I will ask for the price of ransom."
Of course, Mr. Zhao was not willing to make a one-time deal, so he said with a sad face: "Dear guest, I can't decide on this..."
"Then let's find someone who can really make the decision." Liu Chengfei drove them out without mercy, leaving behind the two courtesans.
Beside the two of them.
Liu Chengfei chuckled: "I've long wanted to try the feeling of teasing a woman." She frivolously lifted Qiu Jing's chin with her fingers, and the latter cooperated with a shy look of refusing to welcome, with a white face on her face.
Two clusters of red clouds flew up.
"Hahaha!" Liu Dashe laughed heartily.
Shi Zhonghe shook his head: "You want to redeem your life for them? Why?"
Liu Chengfei hummed and said, "Take it back and give it to the adults."
Shi Zhonghe was choked again and couldn't keep up with Liu Dashe's leaping rhythm: "You're not... why again..."
"Huh!" Liu Chengfei didn't explain.
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Song Zheng drank wine and asked Lie Beitao: "Who is the person who asked you to take the message?"
"You've seen him too, um, you've even beaten him." Lie Beitao said, "It's Qin Shi."
"He?" Song Zheng recalled the Qin family's attitude and asked in confusion: "What does he want to do?"
"I don't know either. I just heard that Qin Shi has moved out from home and is now independent. He really thinks highly of you and would rather break up with your family than follow you."
Song Zheng held the wine bowl and said with a smile: "As you just said, the wealthy families are just betting on both sides."
Lie Beitao also understood that he was just a messenger anyway, and he didn't bother to care whether Song Zheng accepted it or not.
"Let him come to the Yamen to find me tomorrow."
"Okay." The thing was done, and Lie Beitao was very happy.
Mao Zhengdao raised his wine bowl: "Here, let's do it!"
Just as the three wine bowls touched each other, a loud voice suddenly shouted from outside: "Get out of here!" The two turtle slaves guarding the door were thrown out with an ouch, smashing the ancient book shelf beside them. The porcelain on it made a crash.
Broken to pieces on the ground.
Someone broke into the outer hall, and the faces of Mao Zhengdao and Lie Beitao suddenly became extremely ugly, twice.
Song Zheng looked at Mao Zheng and said: "This is why I don't want to come to such a romantic place. There are so many troubles."
Their faces were burning, but Song Zheng just said lightly: "Throw it out and don't disturb us drinking."
Before the two courtesans could react, a figure suddenly appeared outside. He held his arms and blocked the intruder. Then he stretched out his hand to lift it. The man flew up into the air, flying back to where he came from, clatter.
There was a crash into a box.
Immediately afterwards, there were shouts and curses: "The dog slave is blind, you know who I am!"
Song Zheng suddenly laughed. He dared to call a peak ancestor a "dog slave". Isn't this looking for death?
Sure enough, Qi Bingchen outside was furious. Suppressing his anger, he bowed to the inner room and asked, "Sir, can I do whatever I want?"
Song Zheng said cheerfully: "When do we need to swallow our anger?"
"Yes!" After all, Qi Bingchen was mature and worried about the situation, so he turned around and asked. After receiving the adult's order, he immediately strode away. He walked in a straight line and didn't care about stairs or corridors, as long as there were things in front of him.
Before he even got close to his body, he was blown to pieces by Lingyuan. He broke into the box all the way and caught the dog who was scolding just like a chicken.
His guards rushed forward, Qi Bingchen pushed his hand, and those great cultivators of the Ming Jing Realm and the Heavenly Masters of the Ming Tong Realm were blown away like straw in the strong wind.
Dong Zhao’s family complained repeatedly, fearing that something would happen, but something happened anyway.
Qi Bingchen had already lifted the dog up high by his neck, and forced his soul out of his body with one force. This state of "soul separation" was very similar to death, and it frightened the man so much that he urinated in an instant.
, it smells bad.
Qi Bingchen sneered: "Trash!" He let go of his hand, and the trash fell to the ground, and its soul returned to his body again.
After being frightened, he became foolish and stupid. However, his guards rushed back like crazy, surrounded their master regardless of their injuries, and called again and again: "Master, how are you doing, master?"
Chapter completed!