After rebirth, Her Royal Highness is a black lotus flower

Chapter 118 Xie Lin Laughed at Steward Lin

Xie Linmei was delighted, and thought: This Dajin will soon produce a gentle and virtuous Princess Yongle.

Looking at Song Huai, he suddenly felt that he was really a good person.

Take Shen Qianzhao, isn't that a great merit?

Shen Qianzhao's nose was itchy, and he faintly felt that someone was scolding him behind his back.

She subconsciously looked at Xie Lin, who turned his face away guiltily.

Only then did Shen Qianzhao focus on the people in the hall. There were some familiar faces, but he couldn't quite remember who they were.

He seems to vaguely remember that the braided guy over there is from Xichao Kingdom.

Western Dynasty
Some images flashed through her mind quickly, and Shen Qianzhao's head hurt. She pressed her forehead and frowned.

Song Huai on the side noticed it and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Shen Qianzhao raised her eyes and met Song Huai's concerned gaze. A red figure quickly passed through her mind, and it disappeared before she had time to catch it.

She shook her head, "It's okay, it's just that there are too many people, and I have a headache."

At this moment, people from Qi State also arrived, but Qi Shuyu was not among the people who came.

Shen Qianzhao's eyes darkened. Sure enough, Qi Shuyu didn't want to collect this batch of weapons in the name of Qi State at all. He probably wanted to form an army by himself.

As Shen Qianzhao guessed, in the next second, Qi Shuyu, who was wearing a mask to cover herself tightly, appeared. If it wasn't for the fact that the mask hadn't been changed, it would be difficult to see at the moment.

Surprisingly, he was accompanied by Steward Lin from Qianji Pavilion.

The corners of Shen Qianzhao's lips curled up slightly, as if he was interested.

Xie Lin frowned, "Shen Xiaozhao, this man."

He was just about to ask if this person was the one who fought at the pier last time, but he remembered that Song Huai was there, so he took the words back in time.

Song Huai, who was on the side, also noticed Qi Shuyu, and he frowned slightly, this person
The identical mask should be the man in black at the pier that night.

Seeing Steward Lin appear, everyone stood up and surrounded him, "Boss Lin, you are here."

"But let us wait."

"The last time we said goodbye, it was a few years."

"Today's magic soldier, is Steward Lin the master?"

Lin Guanshi smiled so that his face was creased layer by layer. He hadn't enjoyed this kind of pleasure of being sought after for a long time. The matter of soldiers is up to the subordinates to decide, please rest assured."

Qi Shuyu on the side, the corners of his mouth under the mask slightly raised, it seems that he was smart to find this steward Lin in advance.

These divine soldiers will soon be in their hands.

Qi Shuyu secretly suppressed the pride in his heart, and his eyes glanced at these people in front of him one by one. It was obvious that these people could only come here for a formality.

Just then, he noticed a familiar woman wearing a veil in one corner.

Only then did I remember that when I came to Qianji Pavilion, the veiled woman far away in the pavilion had an extraordinary aura, and even through the veil, it was difficult to conceal her noble aura.

Identity is certainly not simple.

Qi Shuyu secretly guessed in his heart.

Manager Lin sat down at the main seat after exchanging greetings with everyone one by one.

Xie Lin frowned and asked Shen Qianzhao, "Who is this person? Didn't you say that Manager Qian will come today?"

This sudden change of person will not affect the fight for weapons, will it?
Xie Lin was a little uneasy.

Shen Qianzhao cast a look at him, signaling him to rest assured.

Guanshi Qian thought it was something to do, otherwise, how could it be Guanshi Lin's turn to take the lead.

However, she was curious, how could this Qi Shuyu appear together with Steward Lin? Could there be some secret deal between the two of them?
Or, is Guanshi Lin planning to sell this batch of guns to Qi Shuyu?
Manager Lin smiled, and his eyes passed over the people present one by one. Before he came, Manager Qian had told him that this batch of weapons, no matter how much others offered, would only be sold to Da Jin, and, in a few years, they would not be sold again. out the second batch.

If you want him to say, this is because the layout is too small.

This batch of magical soldiers is amazing, and it would be a waste to only give them to Da Jin. If it attracts competition from all parties, the price will definitely climb up again.

Look, here's one delivered to your door.

His eyes fell on Qi Shuyu who finally took his seat.

At this time, Shen Qianzhao roughly guessed what Lin Guanshi was up to.

He was afraid that he wanted to divide this batch of hand guns, sell them to different people, and raise the price to make huge profits.

A disciple of Qianji Pavilion slowly walked into the hall holding a tray, and finally stopped in front of Steward Lin, lifted the cloth from the tray in his hand, and handed the gun on the tray to Steward Lin respectfully.

Manager Lin has never touched this thing before, but he has seen its power. Holding the gun in his hand, he still trembles slightly.

"Everyone, this is a new weapon from my Qianji Pavilion. You can quote your own price. On the one hand, we can negotiate the price. On the other hand, I need to invite you to go outside and try this new weapon."

Steward Lin said, feeling a little excited in his heart.

He had only seen Guanshi Qian use this weapon, but he himself hadn't been able to try it until now, so he took advantage of today to give it a try.

Everyone needs to write the bid on a piece of paper, put it in an envelope, and submit it.

This is the rule of the Qianji Pavilion competition for new weapons, it has always been like this, and there has never been any change.

Xie Lin, who was on the paper letter, was a little hesitant. He looked at Shen Qianzhao, "How much is our bid?"

After all, this weapon was designed by Shen Qianzhao, she must have the right to speak.

The corner of Shen Qianzhao's mouth curled up, "Just write one."

No matter how much the bid is, the envelope is useless.

Since Steward Lin did not abide by the rules, the rules of Qianji Pavilion also need to be changed today.

Xie Lin was silent, and then hesitantly asked Shen Qianzhao, "Then I... write one or two?"

Shen Qianzhao glanced at Xie Lin faintly, "Are you too picky?"

One tael of silver, how about sending out beggars?

Xie Lin: "." You were the one who said to write anything casually, and you were the one who said I picked it.

He is obviously saving money, how can he say it is pickpocketing?

Xie Lin thought about it, and picked up a pen to write down two or two.

After all, this tael of silver is indeed a little less, petty.

One must be generous, so Xie Lin doubled it.

After all the quotation envelopes were collected, Steward Lin immediately became his disciple, and led the people in the hall to the open field behind the mountain where the imperial weapons were being tested.

At this time, the disciples in the pavilion were arranging their weapons, and when they saw Steward Lin and others coming, they retreated.

Steward Lin picked up the pistol, with a smug smile on his face, but he pretended to say to everyone, "Everyone, this weapon is really dangerous and difficult to use. Let me demonstrate it to you."

Everyone immediately applauded in unison, come here, isn't it just for this weapon that has been passed down as a magic weapon, it can be regarded as witnessing it with their own eyes at this moment, to see if the rumor is true.

In the eyes of everyone who was paying attention, Manager Lin raised his pistol, looked decent, pointed at the target in the distance, and finally squeezed the trigger hard.
There was no expected loud bang, but a bang, and nothing happened.

Steward Lin was stunned.

"Pfft..." Xie Linyin sneered, "Is this person stupid? He doesn't even pretend to be like that, and just fights against the autumn wind?"

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