Bai Yuegang of Prince Ning's Mansion

Chapter 208
The Yunliang Pavilion that Jiu Chen wants is not impossible to provide.

But what Song Shimiao wanted, Jiu Chen didn't dare to make a decision lightly.

"I can't take charge of this matter, Mr. Song, why don't you think about something else?"

Song Shimiao shook his head: "That's it, Mr. Jiuchen should find another way."

After saying that, he got up and left without turning his head back, and there was no room for negotiation.

After all, Jiu Chen was not as scheming as Song Shimiao, so seeing him like this made him a little anxious.

"Mr. Song stay away. I really have no control over this matter. If you sincerely trade with me, at least give me some time to think about it."

Song Shimiao turned around with a smile: "It's easy to say, Mr. Jiuchen, please do yourself a favor, you know where I can be found."

When Song Shimiao left, Jiu Chen sat back a little discouraged.

The blows he suffered in his life were not as great as what Da Lan suffered these days.

In a place full of human spirits like Bishui, he can do everything with ease and always get what he wants.

Why is it here, nothing goes well.

Father said that Dalan is a place where one can sharpen one's mind, and it seems that there is some truth to it.

Li Jiuchen felt even more sad when he thought of his father, and heard from A Yuan that the negotiations in the palace were not going well.

That's why he needed the information he provided even more, but he was stuck here.

This Song Shimiao really dared to ask for the formula of the firearm, and he forgot why the two countries turned against each other.

Even Dalan's sage has never been successful in asking for this thing, how dare he open his mouth to himself.

Ruixue had already noticed that something was wrong. What Zhao Fengnian told her was obviously a secret technique for smelting iron.

Why did Song Shimiao change his words and say he wanted the formula for firearms?

I really thought it was that easy to get.

Using Dalan's financial and tax information to replace Bishui's firearm formula, what do you think, it's crazy.

Bi Shui was pointing at this protector, how could he take it out casually.

Don't fight over this thing again.

Seeing Ruixue in a daze, Jiu Chen stretched out his hand to poke her.

"It seems that you really don't know Mr. Song's purpose, and you are also frightened by him. Don't say I don't have this thing, even if I have it, I dare not allow him casually."

Ruixue came back to her senses: "You don't really intend to discuss with your father, do you?"

Jiuchen slumped his shoulders, looking weak.

"How is it possible? You can't even mention this matter with him. You can't imagine how much he hates Da Lan. If it wasn't for the overall situation, I wouldn't come here."

Rui Xue didn't know how to comfort Jiu Chen, so she stood up and patted him on the shoulder.

He planned to ask Song Shimiao carefully what he meant.

She was a little angry, why didn't Zhao Fengnian tell the truth to herself, and at the same time felt that Zhao Fengnian was not that stupid.

Asking Song Shimiao to ask for something that he didn't want to come, isn't it just asking for trouble, and it's unnecessary.

This man is really confusing, how many brain cells will I have to die if I really want to live with him in the future.

Seeing that Ruixue was about to leave, Jiu Chen blinked at her like a pitiful child.

"Cousin, since we can't agree with Mr. Song, why don't I talk to you."

Rui Xue shook her head: "I don't have the skills of Yunliang Pavilion, I can't get you the things you want."

Jiu Chen tilted his head to look at her, he didn't know if it was a joke or serious, he said in an incongruous way.

"Hey! Cousin, don't underestimate yourself." She said and stretched out her palm to Ruixue.

"You help me this time, my cousin will not treat you badly, how about this number?"

Rui Xue looked at Li Jiuchen's slender fingers, swallowed and said.

"Ten taels?"

Li Jiuchen grinned and winked at Ruixue.

Secretly thought, it’s a good thing I didn’t report the number, and saved 500 taels, this girl is too petty, to underestimate the richest man in Bishui, 500 taels, is not enough for half a month’s pocket money.

Ruixue's eyes lit up, and she almost nodded in agreement, 500 taels, enough to feed Ning Wangfu for half a year.

But this set was originally given to Li Jiuchen by her and Zhao Fengnian.

She still doesn't know what Song Shimiao and Zhao Fengnian mean, so she can't make up her own mind and agree to Li Jiuchen.

Money is a trivial matter, mainly Zhao Fengnian did this, not for himself.

Shaking his head with some distress, he didn't look at Li Jiuchen's shining five fingers.

"I'm just an intermediary, and I have professional ethics. Don't lure me into making mistakes. It's okay to help you go to Song Shimiao to talk and make peace. There is no need to do this business with you."

Li Jiuchen got up and pressed Ruixue's shoulder, with a serious expression on his face.

"To be honest, I didn't intend to have anything to do with Yunliang Pavilion. I know you don't like to talk about blood relationship, but after all, half of you are from Bishui, right?"

"You know better than I what the people of Bishui lived in Dalan. This matter is very important to Bishui, and it is also the same to the people of Dalan. If you are able to help, why not?"

Rui Xue sneered: "You don't need to kidnap me morally, I have no moral bottom line. You all have your own goals, and so do I. I don't care what others do, just don't make me unhappy."

After that, he opened Li Jiuchen's hand on his shoulder and left.

On the way back, Song Shimiao was squatting at the base of the wall waiting for her. When she saw her coming, she hurriedly got up to meet her.

"How about it, isn't that kid very confused?"

Rui Xue gave him a white look: "This is not the same as what we agreed yesterday. Don't talk about him, I'm completely confused by you. What do you and Zhao Fengnian mean? Can't you let me know in advance?"

Song Shimiao lowered his head and whispered something to Ruixue, Ruixue gave him a look of disgust.

"Why is this so, the mind is too bad."

Song Shimiao took a step back, and waved his hand at Ruixue: "Don't look at me, it's not my idea."

Ruixue was a little surprised: "No way, Zhao Fengnian is not that kind of person, besides, Jiuchen didn't offend him."

Song Shimiao smiled ambiguously: "What kind of person do you think Zhao Fengnian is? Li Jiuchen didn't offend him, but didn't he offend you?"

Ruixue shook her head, a little in disbelief.

After thinking about it carefully, I think it is very reasonable. Zhao Fengnian seems to be a little cautious.

But for such a trivial matter, torturing Jiuchen is a bit unkind.

"Oh, don't laugh, you're all right now, can you have a good talk with him?"

Song Shimiao withdrew the smile on his face: "I know what's in my heart, so go about your business."

After Song Shimiao finished speaking, Ruixue also walked to the yard where she lived, and instructed again.

"Li Jiuchen is actually not bad, stop messing with him, the New Year is coming soon, get things done quickly, everyone has a happy New Year."

Turn around and go into the yard to see Rong Niang.

After cleaning her hands, Lao Yao was about to give Rong Niang an injection. After taking the fake death drug, she became stiff for three days. If she didn't clear her blood, it would affect her actions in the future.

(End of this chapter)