The First Happy King of Zhenguan in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 695 Madam Policy

Shopkeeper Zhao smiled calmly: "Young master, we can't go directly, but we can visit indirectly, such as finding a time when the other party is not at home, I believe there is a greeting card from Prime Minister Jin, no matter what, those wives will come out to replace the husband's house See us once, so you have seen us."

Pei Xingjian blinked his eyes, smacked his lips and savored for a while, and finally said with emotion: "It turns out that things can still be done in this way. I really have learned a lot."

"It's just some small tricks, and it won't be on the big stage." Shopkeeper Zhao was humble, but there was a smug smile on his face.

Pei Xingjian was happy to have found a new breakthrough, and he didn't care about Shopkeeper Zhao's impolite behavior. He waved his hand and said, "Okay, then do as you said, and we will visit those wives later. I will trouble you later." Shopkeeper Zhao, go and get the gifts ready."

"No!" Shopkeeper Zhao responded, and turned around without stopping.

Two days later, the legend of the precious mirror began to spread among the aristocratic circles of the capital of Goguryeo. Those noble ladies who visited by Pei Xingjian would naturally take it out to show off when they got the mirror. Looking at the envious and jealous eyes of those "girlfriends", they enjoyed each other. The flattery gave these women who couldn't find their goals in life to get some kind of psychological comfort.

But having said that, the mirrors sent by Li Muyun were only ten mirrors. Except for one mirror that was given to Jin Chengyou, King Rongliu of Goguryeo also sent two mirrors. There are only four sides left.

These four mirrors are like hot potatoes in Pei Xingjian's hands. Countless aristocrats couldn't stand the aggressiveness of the prodigal old women, so they came to ask for them, so that Xiao Pei didn't know for a while whether these mirrors should be given to him. who.

But it is undeniable that the lady's route was indeed a success. In less than four days after arriving in Goguryeo, apart from the news about Baojing, the most widely circulated news about Goguryeo's puppet Chang'an is that a caravan from Tang Dynasty came, bringing the world's most The refined treasures made Pei Xingjian's limelight unique in the puppet Chang'an for a while.

On this day, classmate Xiao Pei was discussing the ownership of the remaining mirrors with shopkeeper Zhao in the posthouse. The curator of the posthouse cautiously knocked on the door outside.

"Crackling", the door of the room was pulled open by Xiong Laoer, revealing his ugly face, and glanced at the curator: "What's the matter?"

The curator looked behind Xiong Er furtively, with a false smile on his face: "Xiong Yingxiong, is Mr. Pei there?"

Xiong Er seemed a bit displeased with the curator, and didn't answer his question, but continued to ask, "What's the matter with you?"

"Oh, that, no, it's nothing, I just want to ask if you need anything."

Xiong Er sneered a few times: "Hey, being courteous for nothing is either rape or robbery. When you came here a few days ago, you old boy ignored us, but now you come here to ask about our health. Could it be that you want to kill us for money?"

The curator was on the verge of tears when Xiong Er said it, his head shook like a rattle, and he blurted out in denial: "No, no, no, villains don't dare, absolutely dare not."

"If you don't dare, just get out, don't get in the way of grandpa's eyes here." Xiong Er curled his lips and shut the door heavily with a 'bang' sound, and cursed through the door: "Things with power eyes."

The curator stood outside the door with a mournful face. He naturally heard what Xiong Er scolded him, but he didn't dare to express any dissatisfaction.

The curator of the post house said it with the word 'long', but it was actually equivalent to the director of the local guest house in later generations. At the beginning, he thought that Pei Xingjian and the others were just ordinary merchants of the Tang Dynasty, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

But later, he found that something was wrong. Those dignitaries and dignitaries whom he didn't see usually ran to his post one after another, and they were all looking for the same person. This made him realize that something was wrong, and he was afraid that Pei Xingjian would be crooked. Tell him about it.

As the head of his guest house, the nobles who came here almost didn't even need to say anything, just a look could make him bid farewell to the capital and live a peaceful life with his head on the loess and his back on the sky.

The more he thought about it, the more afraid the curator finally couldn't bear the strong psychological pressure, and planned to ask Pei Xingjian to 'sell' his house to him. In this way, Xiao Pei had found a place to stay in the fake Chang'an. Will not trouble him again.

Of course, the "sell" mentioned here is actually a meaning. The curator feels that if he says "send" Pei Xingjian, he will be disgusted. After all, he is a character who plays with the Duke and the prince. How can he accept a property for nothing? .

Just when the curator of the post house was wondering whether to knock on the door again, a panicked voice came from behind him: "Curator, curator, hurry up, hurry up..."

"Hurry up, keep your focus." Annoyed by Xiong Er, the curator directly lost his temper with his subordinates.

The curator's subordinates seemed to have been frightened by something. Although they were scolded by their superiors, they still panicked, pointed in the direction of the gate, and stammered, "Curator, curator, there are people coming from the palace. Please, I want to see Pei, Mr. Pei."

"Bastard, why didn't you say it earlier!" The curator's face turned pale when he heard someone coming from the palace, kicked his subordinates somersaults, and ran outside.

Just a few nobles already terrified him, and now even the emperor in the palace has sent someone, which is enough to show the importance of Pei Xingjian and his party, the curator is already regretful and wants to take out his intestines to see It's not cyan anymore.

It takes three to five breaths, and the road that usually takes a cup of tea to turn around is completed by the curator. Under the fear, the curator did not change his expression or heartbeat after running this section of the road, and even held up his face. cheap laugh.

But the eunuch who was waiting at the door didn't give him this face, sneered and sarcastically said: "Curator Bu seems to be very busy."

"Father, father-in-law, I..." The curator wanted to explain, but he couldn't find any reason in a short time.

The eunuch at the door didn't wait for the curator to finish speaking, and interrupted him with a wave of his hand: "Okay, you don't need to explain, quickly lead the way, the empress wants to see Mr. Pei from Datang, be careful of your head if you delay."

"Hey, hey." The curator's head was dripping with cold sweat, nodding, turning around to lead the way.

This businessman surnamed Pei has already reached the sky, and even the empress in the palace wants to summon him. If he is a person who holds grudges, he probably won't be able to save his life.

The curator turned his back to the eunuch and led the way, but his heart was overwhelmed. He wanted to ask which lady wanted to summon this little ancestor from the Tang Dynasty, but he swallowed the words again.

In fact, he himself knew that even the most inconspicuous lady in the palace would kill him, the director of the guest house, without even looking at him.

(End of this chapter)