Chapter 210 Successful Transaction
"Okay, let's inspect the goods." Yi Wang said, "If that's the case, then this transaction is considered complete. With the witness of the old man, you two are not allowed to go back on your word in the future!"

The second prince's gaze was still on the death-prevention gold medal until Pei Mo closed the wooden box.

There was a trace of teasing in Pei Mo's eyes, and he said with a smile, "Naturally, Pei must keep his promise, and His Highness the Second Highness will definitely not break the promise."

The second prince grinned, "How come? This prince has always kept his word."

"Well, Second Highness is leaving. I still have a drink with General Pei. It's been a long time since I had a drink with him!"

Seeing that the matter was over, King Yi didn't want to stay for a long time.

The second prince couldn't ask for more, "Walk slowly, my lord."

Watching Pei Mo and the others leave, the second prince's smile sank, he no longer concealed the gloom on his face, and stared fiercely at Pei Mo's back, wishing to cut him into pieces.

His Sheng Xiuyu's things are not so easy to get, this gold medal for avoiding death, no matter how Pei Mo took it away, let him spit it out!
The second prince's fists were creaking, and he was plotting a sinister plan in his heart.

Back at the prince's mansion, there was another round of beatings, and the porcelain that I just bought a few days ago was burned.

The steward shook his head and added a heavy sum to the bill.

After calming down, the second prince twisted the candlestick on the table, and the bookshelf moved a secret door in response.

He walked into the dark room, where his master lived. The emperor secretly transported the master to his residence, and said to the public that the master had committed suicide in fear of crime, and the matter of greed for ink was over.

"Master, are you comfortable living in the house?"

The master nodded, "The Second Highness is kind, the old man is living a good life, but it seems that the Second Highness is not very happy, but something went wrong with the exchange of thousand-year-old ginseng?"

The second prince sullenly told his master about King Yi's appearance in Wensong Courtyard.

The master asked puzzledly, "As a general, as long as he doesn't seek rebellion, he can avoid the death penalty with his military merits. Why do you need this gold medal for avoiding death?"

The second prince gritted his teeth, "Master, don't worry, this prince will definitely let Pei Mo use up this death-preventing gold medal as soon as possible."

Losing this gold medal for avoiding death is worse than cutting his flesh.

No matter how the second prince Sheng Xiuyu suffered, Pei Mo on the other side could be said to be proud of himself.

"Hahaha, the second prince's face is uglier when smiling than crying!" Fang Anren slapped his thigh and laughed, "He must have never imagined that we are drinking to celebrate the death-free gold medal from him! "

Pei Mo, who had come to his wish, smiled a little more sincerely, poured wine into the glass, and raised the glass to thank King Yi.

"I would like to thank the prince for his cooperation in this matter. If there is no prince, Pei might not be able to see this gold medal."

After speaking, he drank the wine in one gulp.

King Yi waved his hand, "Zilu doesn't need to be polite to the old man. This second prince has ambushed so many people around the yard before he even started the transaction. He must have some ghosts in his heart."

Zilu is Pei Mo's character, and no one has called him that for nearly ten years. Even Pei Mo himself has forgotten that he still has characters.

King Yi looked down on the current princes, and didn't have a good impression of the prince. He just lamented that the princes today are far inferior to the grace of the Holy One at that time.

Fang Anren curled his lips, "Sheng Xiuyu is insatiable. He wants the thousand-year-old ginseng passed down from his ancestors, but he doesn't want to pay for something of the same price. It's really ugly."

King Yi knocked on Fang Anren's forehead, "It's not big or small, remember not to mention the prince's name in front of other people."

"It hurts!" Fang Anren rubbed his forehead, "Understood father, if he wasn't for the second prince, I would have beaten him up long ago."

King Yi hated that iron could not be made into steel. Looking at Pei Mo in front of him, he thought that it would be great if Pei Mo was his son.

"The idea that Zilu came up with is brilliant. If it were someone else, he might not be able to hold down the second prince. With his petty heart, he might turn his head around and cheat you of your thousand-year-old ginseng. "

Pei Mo thought of Murong Qing's big ghostly eyes, and said with a slight smile, "My lord is absurd, I can't think of such a clever plan."

In the early years in the capital, Pei Mo called Yi Wang Fang Jing as his uncle, and he still learned a lot of kung fu from him, but Pei Mo obviously excelled.

King Yi was surprised, "Who gave you a clever plan, is that person reliable?"

"It can't be more reliable. This method was conceived by my nephew's wife. Her name is Murong Qing, and she is the legitimate daughter of the Southern Realm Palace."

When Pei Mo said this, there was light in his eyes, firm and gentle, like a piece of high-quality suet jade.

Eyes can reflect a person's state of mind. King Yi, who is over half a century old, rarely makes mistakes in seeing people. He sighed, "Murong Qing? A good name, Zilu must have met the right person."

How many men in the world can proudly say the name of their first wife?
Pei Mo didn't speak, but smiled very proudly, and those who didn't know thought they were praising him.

Wang Yi recalled the scene when he first met Zilu. It was in the martial arts field in the suburbs of Beijing. Zilu, who was only half a head taller than his son Fang Anren, struggled to draw a ten-stone longbow. The determination in his eyes seemed to want to Like the gazelles flying across the cliff, they have no choice but to succeed.

At that time, he stood with several generals and bet on whether the boy could draw the bow. By some strange coincidence, Fang Jing pressed five taels of silver, betting that the boy could draw the bow.

Sure enough, Fang Jing saw the right person. Not only did he not lose the money for drinking that month, but he also won nearly ten taels of silver.

Xiao Zilu shot an arrow, although he missed the target, but every subsequent arrow was getting closer and closer to the red heart on the target.

Wang Yi woke up from the memory, lamenting how time flies, what would happen to a woman like Zilu who laughed from the heart?
King Yi asked curiously, "Your wife is smart, but I've never seen her before, why didn't you bring it to Uncle Shi?"

Seeing that the two of them were chatting happily, Fang Anren couldn't get in the way, so he drank wine on his own.

"Nephew was negligent." Pei Mo nodded and said, "Is Uncle Shi's birthday approaching?"

Seeing that he finally had something to say, Fang Anren said excitedly, "Of course, on May [-]th, ten days later, brother Pei can come!"

King Yi nodded, "That's right, by the way, bring your wife and let Uncle Shi show you, just in time to find a talkative companion for your aunt."

Mrs. Yi Wang also treated Pei Mo very well, she was called Pei Mo's half mother when she was in the capital.

"Okay, my nephew will definitely take her with me then. By the way, she may be a little bit arrogant because she is pregnant. I hope my uncle will take care of her."

Pei Mo said, thinking that King Yi is a martial artist, what if he doesn't like Murong Qing's coquettishness.

King Yi was pleasantly surprised, "You're fine, you're almost going to be a father!"

The three of them were happy and harmonious, making Pei Mo feel the warmth that he had not seen for a long time.

(End of this chapter)

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