Nanqin

Wei Lanqing bowed to Qin Ruoan, which was sincere. Since she came here, she could see Zhang Nanqin's care for Qin Ruoan. From the look in her eyes, we could see that Qin Ruoan was the jewel in her palm to Zhang Nanqin.

And after seeing the bone-evising knife, she knew that she could grind this knife to such a degree, she was definitely a martial artist.Coupled with Zhang Nanqin's unintentional help on the road, she thought that Zhang Nanqin was not a bad person, and even after understanding all this, she asked her groom to investigate Zhang Nanqin.

Therefore, she invited Zhang Nanqin to the mansion and asked Zhang Nanqin to repair the ink sword. It was just a temptation, but she did not expect to encounter a killer during the temptation, and it also brought her a surprise.

And this kind of surprise is a life-saving straw for Wei Lanqing.

Zhang Nanqin must understand the reason for this, so he doesn't like Wei Lanqing.

After Wei Lanqing paid homage to Qin Ruoan, he once again owed Zhang Nanqin's respect: "Lan Qing knows what he has done may make the son uncomfortable, but this is not what Lan Qing intended to do." After speaking, he looked at Zhang Nanqin: " Yesterday, those people did exactly as the son said, they weren't trying to take my life, but a deterrent, son can still remember that in the daytime, I knew that the person was for the money, but still willing to compensate?"

Can Zhang Nanqin always remember this?If there is no such thing, he feels that he has nothing to do with this matter now, and will not let Wei Lanqing find himself.

"Lan Qing is really in a hurry, begging for help everywhere, but no one is willing to help." Wei Lanqing said here in a low voice: "I mentioned to the son earlier that there is a rice shop business at home. It is related to the rice industry."

Speaking of this, Wei Lanqing’s eyes are full of anger: “There is a group of forces that want my father to sell the rice trade, but my father is not willing. Because the rice trade business may be more or less profitable, but it is mainly in silk. On the cloth, the rice trade is just a symbolic operation, and it is more to relieve some poor people at any time."

When Zhang Nanqin heard Wei Lanqing say this, his expression changed from laziness to seriousness. For Zhang Nanqin, who had been on the battlefield, he had seen too many people displaced, whether it was the border of North County, or the Western Wilderness, Dongque, and Nanjiang. Even the Chinese gods who claim to make rules have refugees. In order to survive, these refugees even sell their children and sell their daughters, just to survive and eat at one go.

And Wei Lanqing's father did not run the rice business for profit, but to exercise a little bit of meager power for these people, so that he was in awe!

"Those people are reluctant and use various methods and methods. My father still didn't agree..." The anger in Wei Lanqing's eyes was mixed with tears, and rolled down: "But not long after, my father accidentally fell into the water and drowned. Die..."

These words made Zhang Nanqin's eyes jump, and Qin Ruoan seemed still calm, but her gaze looked at Zhang Nanqin, the eyes of the two brothers and sisters had too much meaning.

Especially in the end, Zhang Nanqin glanced at the tablet beside him, Qin Ruoan knew that Wei Lanqing would definitely take action. Zhang Nanqin had great righteousness in his bones. In the face of common people's right and wrong, he would choose those poor people. , Otherwise, how can he be worthy of the title he once dubbed the God of War?How can you be worthy of the grandfather under Jiuquan?

"What do you want me to do?" Zhang Nanqin retracted his gaze and looked at Wei Lanqing.

"Before I came, they sent someone to inform me and gave me one day, and what happened last night was a warning. If I transfer the rice shop, how can I be worthy of my father who died because of it? And the people who are supported?" Wei Lanqing said with hatred.

"It sounds like this business can be done." Zhang Nanqin took out the smoke pot from his back, opened the fire folder and blew it lightly, lit the candle on the side, and then took a few mouthfuls of the smoke pot to the candle flame, vomiting. Fog, he seemed to enjoy this feeling.

Wei Lanqing frowned, seeming to be displeased with the smell of the smoke. She glanced at Qin Ruoan who was aside: "I know that the time when the son came to Changping Mansion is not long, and that he is dependent on his sister. The sister is in Zhuan Academy. Known as a talented woman, so many princes and nobles admire it."

These words didn't sound to Qin Ruoan's words, but Zhang Nanqin's hand trembled slightly when he heard it. He knew that his sister must suffer behind this. He knew very well the virtues of the daughters of some princes and nobles.

"The son seeks a livelihood outside, just because he wants to give his younger sister a better life." She said these words and looked at Zhang Nanqin: "As long as the son helps the son this time, besides the ink sword given to the son, Lan Qing will also spend thousands of dollars. Gold is reward, I don’t know what the son’s intention is?"

Zhang Nanqin took a mouthful of the cigarette pan and looked at Wei Lanqing with a chuckle: "This matter sounds like a very good deal." Then he looked at Qin Ruoan and asked, "Sister, what are your intentions?"

After Qin Ruoan heard this, he said, "Didn't you already have an idea in your mind?" She said, staring at the ink sword: "With the ink sword as a gift, plus the golden thousand liang, it sounds like a lot of money. Good deal."

After listening, Zhang Nanqin nodded, with a smile on his face, and stood up: "I promise you, please go back."

Wei Lanqing's expression moved slightly, and he looked at Zhang Nanqin with a little puzzled expression.

"You said that today is the deadline. It's the evening. I'm still busy making dinner. Those people who want to do it won't choose this time, so you can leave with peace of mind."

Zhang Nanqin's words can be said to be an order to chase away guests. Why can't Wei Lanqing hear it?

It's just that she didn't expect Zhang Nanqin to be so unkind, and also leisurely and contented, without the sense of urgency, which made Wei Lanqing doubt her judgment.Be aware that this is her last life-saving straw, and once a mistake is made, Wei's Mi Xing will disappear on Zhu'an Road from then on.

"Girl Lanqing, since my brother has promised you, this matter will definitely be done for you." Qin Ruoan looked at the worry in Wei Lanqing's eyes, and she said, "The temples in North County are united with Jianghu to deal with you. My brother can protect your life, let alone Changping Mansion."

Qin Ruoan said this sentence so confidently, and convinced that this is not just a trust in a person, but more a conclusion after knowing a person's ability.

Wei Lanqing heard what Qin Ruoan said, and she had seen Zhang Nanqin's skill, now she could only believe her choice, and then bowed out.

The two brothers and sisters watched Wei Lanqing leave. When they left, the groom bowed in this direction without losing courtesy when closing the courtyard gate. This scene made Zhang Nanqin smile.

"Brother, you still want to say clean." Qin Ruoan turned his wheelchair and looked back at Zhang Nanqin.

After hearing this, Zhang Nanqin felt helpless, squatted down and knocked the smoke pot against the steps: "This time it is a real mistake."

"You are not a mistake, but cleverness instead of being mistaken by cleverness." Of course Qin Ruoan knows the ins and outs of this matter. She knows what kind of person her brother is. The small Changping Mansion.

"From the little girl, this is called Tianshi." Qin Ruoan watched Zhang Nanqin knocking on the smoke pot on the steps and continued: "I think it is destined to send the ink sword for you."

"Hahahaha" Zhang Nanqin laughed when he heard it. He put away the smoking pot and flicked his hands. The ink sword was hidden in his sleeves. The original silent ink sword seemed to be in his hands. The activation is average, and there is an indescribable sense of agility.

"The little girl said it." He took the ink sword and looked carefully: "This sword is already psychic, but it seems to be very weak. If you don't guess wrong, it should be the monk who sealed it, otherwise Xuan Yao will be An assassin who has experienced many battles, I don't know how much blood is stained with this sword, and the condensed killing intent is not something ordinary people can approach."

"It's been more than three months since my brother came out of the Bodhisattva Hall this time. Those people should be ready to move. With the ink sword in hand, there should be no one who can hurt my brother." Qin Ruoan smiled at Zhang Nanqin.

"Yes, it's been three months." Zhang Nanqin's hand turned, and the ink sword disappeared again. He squatted on the ground, pinching Qin Ruoan's legs with his hands: "From the moment the military and the royal family stamped the paper, They are just waiting. When I stepped out of the Bodhisattva Hall, they must know. Why should my little sister take this seriously? Although my brother lost three years ago, they thought they would defeat my brother's will?"

Speaking of this, the corner of his mouth is very meaningful: "They look down on me too much, this time I will let them know what it means that gods block and kill gods, and Buddha block and kill Buddha!"