I am Feng Jun

Chapter 414 414. Cash or bank notes, choose one?
"For the previous antidote, in the first ten days, each of you will get one pill, and in ten days it will be 2 taels.

The following 20 days are half a pill per person, so it is still 2 taels, which adds up to 4 taels. "

Tsing Yi and the others watched the young man settle the score with a blank expression, and felt the urge to kill the young man at all costs.

However, let alone what the consequences would be if they killed the boy.

That is to say, even if they do whatever it takes, they are not [-]% sure that they can kill this boy!
This knowledge makes them very fucked up!

The boy was still chattering.

"The antidote for this new poison is much cheaper than the original one. The five of you only need 5000 taels in a month. How about it? Isn't it a good deal?"

What a bargain!
If he hadn't come out like this today, they would have escaped from this inhuman prison life tomorrow, and they were going to take revenge for this period of time in the future!
Looking at Tsing Yi and the others indifferently, and the sight that fell on the palm of his hand was a bit sinister.

With a slight smile on his lips, Shen Ci said lightly, shaking the pills in his hand.

"Miss and sisters, don't force me to use strong ones, it won't look good like that!"

The surrounding atmosphere gradually solidified, and a faint chilling atmosphere gradually lingered in the silent air.

"Master!"

Accompanied by Duan Muming's exclamation, there was a sudden sound of piercing behind Shen Ci.

With a serious face, he instantly bounced off the stone, and a silver light flashed in front of his eyes.

Shen Ci supported the stone and turned around to avoid it. A deep knife mark appeared on the originally smooth stone.

Shen Ci looked at the woman who suddenly appeared behind him, half-closed his eyes, and hooked his lips evilly.

"Where did this old aunt come from?"

Zihuai paused as she retracted the knife.

"See the palace master."

As soon as Shen Ci finished speaking, Tsing Yi and the others behind him knelt down on one knee after a moment of astonishment, and called out respectfully.

The palace lord actually came in person? !

"The five of you are being threatened by two brats right here, one has just entered the seventh level, and the other has no internal strength, so you still have no room to fight back?"

Zihuai, who had been here for some time, reprimanded his subordinates a little bit resentfully.

I really don't want to admit that this is the protector and messenger in the dark palace!
Like a piece of trash!
The pill in Shen Ci's hand had just been shattered by the internal force of the purple locust tree, he clicked his tongue, spread his hand, and sprinkled the powder inside on the ground.

Looking at the withered and yellowed grass leaves in an instant, those somewhat cold words spit out from the slanted lips.

"Palace Master Lu Chi came a little too late, and he ruined thousands of taels of things as soon as he came, so you have to pay for it?"

The boy who spoke very unpleasantly helped Tsing Yi and the others to attract Zihuai's attention in an instant.

The tip of Zihuai's tongue pressed against his cheeks, and his contemptuous gaze moved to Shen Ci, from bottom to top, slowly sweeping across, and when it fell on his beautiful face, it changed instantly.

Even Zifeng's peak painting skills could not completely describe the charm of this young man!

The bright moon and clear breeze are not as good as his first bloom.

The raging flames and the sun are burning, and everything in the mountains is less flamboyant than him.

Zihuai felt her breathing stagnate for a moment.

This was the face she had dreamed of!

In that plum grove, Meijiao Lang is holding a bamboo sword and lightly picking plum blossoms!
"Tsk, the old aunt's eyes are a little perverted!"

The young man's clear voice immediately shattered Zihuai's illusions, causing the corners of her mouth to twitch.

"Will the brat talk?"

The scimitar in Zihuai's hand tilted slightly, a silver light flashed across the blade, intending to threaten.

Shen Ci raised his eyebrows with some disdain, and raised his chin slightly.

"The knife is good, but the people are not good!"

No one has ever dared to challenge the majesty of her, the master of the dark palace, like this!
The anger in Zihuai's heart rose sharply, but!

For the sake of Shen Ci's face, Zihuai doesn't care about him!
Zihuai took out a rolled up canvas from her bosom, and unfolded it in front of Shen Ci.

Above it is a picture of a young plum blossom.

In the painting, the boy only showed a side face, but Shen Ci was most familiar with it. He often saw this face in the mirror!

"Do you know the person in the painting?" Zihuai asked loudly.

She was sure that Shen Ci was not that person, and the age was obviously not right.

But it looks so similar, presumably they should know each other.

Shen Ci shrugged expressionlessly, looked at the portrait and flicked his tongue, looking calm and composed.

However, Duanmu Ming next to him couldn't help shrinking his pupils when he saw the person in the painting, and subconsciously clenched his hands into fists, wanting to snatch the scroll.

"Hey, calm down."

Shen Ci stopped him with a light sigh.

Duanmu Ming lowered his eyelashes, covering the emotions in his eyes.

"Know?" Zihuai asked again seeing the attitudes of the two people.

Shen Ci bit the candy stick, showing some sharp little canine teeth, and leaned against the tree behind.

He didn't answer Zihuai's question, but asked casually.

"Why are you looking for him?"

"You don't have to worry about it, you just say you know him or not, and it's fine where he is now!"

Zihuai put away the scroll, and Qing Yi and the others also came to stand behind her.

Ah, no, Zixue was supported by Zihua.

"That's not okay. If you don't make it clear, how can I tell you?"

I don't know where Jiang Ni recruited the rotten peach blossoms, but the weight is not small!

The master of the dark palace, and the master of the gentleman building.

Tsk, interesting.

The corner of Shen Ci's mouth suddenly raised a playful smile, and the broken light pouring down from the leaves scattered and dripped on his face.

"Palace Lord"

Tsing Yi behind Zihuai noticed Duanmuming's strange expression, put his ear to Zihuai, and told Zihuai about Duanmuming's identity.

Zihuai's expression changed slightly, and there was a trace of investigation in Duanmu Ming's eyes.

"People from Junzilou?"

Duanmu Ming's eyes were piercing, and after the initial excitement dissipated, they returned to the plain and deep black pupils.

"Then who are you?" Zihuai's scrutinizing eyes fell on Shen Ci.

"Why did the second son of the Shen family hang out with the gentleman with thousands of faces?"

"Are you from Junzilou too?"

Shen Ci looked sideways, caught a glimpse of the silver needle between Duanmu Ming's fingers, stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder, signaling him to calm down.

"Well, that's right." Shen Ci casually answered Zihuai's question.

"What do you mean?" Zihuai frowned in displeasure.

"Zihuai, it's probably not your turn to meddle in the internal affairs of our Junzi Building!"

Duanmu Ming put away the silver needle between his fingers, raised his sharp eyes to look at Zihuai, and said bluntly.

"I don't have much interest in your Junzilou, but I am very interested in Second Young Master Shen."

Zihuai moved her right wrist holding the scimitar, tilted her head and hooked her lips and said.

"It's best to tell me the whereabouts of the people in the painting as soon as possible, and I will let you off today, otherwise, we will settle the accounts together!"

"Well, it's time to do the math." Shen Ci nodded seriously.

"Lu Chi Gong mainly wants to pay the antidote money for your subordinates first?"

"Originally, I thought about not wanting the interest, but that was for the young lady. Now that the parents came and ruined my grandpa's thousands of taels of stuff, my grandpa is a little unhappy."

"I'm not happy, I just want to calculate some interest."

"Nine times out and thirteen times out, it should be the principal plus interest."

The young man lowered his head and pondered for a while.

"Fifty-three thousand two hundred taels."

"Cash or cash?"

"Palace Master Lu Chi chooses one?"

(End of this chapter)