Damn it, I'm in the garbage book I wrote

Chapter 215: Using the same method on Party A on the Princess
Of course, a show that requires a lot of effort cannot be just a bunch of women twisting their hips. It must be something that requires a lot of effort, like going to the barracks overnight to find some strong and powerful heavy cavalry to perform a war dance.

It's called a war dance, but in fact it's just the fighting formations used in normal training, accompanied by drum beats. As for how beautiful it is, Xia Lin doesn't think it is very beautiful. He doesn't like to watch men. The best show for him at this moment is a few Persian dancers rubbing their slender waists against his face, rather than a group of muscular men banging their shields.

But to Her Royal Highness the Princess, it is beautiful, she loves to watch it and she deserves to appreciate it.

During the meal, Her Royal Highness the Princess did not talk about any serious matters. She forgot all about coal and grease. She just followed Xia Lin who was talking nonsense and laughed foolishly. She drank three bowls of wine without realizing it.

"Someone, help the princess to her room to rest."

When she woke up again, it was already early the next morning. When Princess Pingyang was looking for Xia Lin all over the place with a knife in hand, she found out that he had gone to pick up the students from the examination hall.

She sat there with her head propped up, waiting, but the person who came was not Xia Lin but a servant: "Master Xia invites you to go to the restaurant to celebrate with the scholars, saying that everyone is waiting for you and wants to see the elegance of the Tang King's eldest princess."

The person was put on a high pedestal first, and Princess Pingyang was too embarrassed to say no, so she went anyway. Once she got there, and sat among the students, compliments poured down on her like a tsunami. She was definitely the best in the world in every way.

Why is it said that kings are easily deceived by flatterers? There is no one in the world who doesn't like to hear nice things. Among these people, 80% to 90% are candidates for the imperial examination, and most of them will become Jinshi in the future. How can they be incompetent? When they flatter people, it is so subtle that no matter how calm a person is, he can't stand such flattery.

Princess Pingyang, who had said she didn't want to drink, was knocked down again before she had even woken up for long. She was taken back in a carriage and lost consciousness after entering the house.

The princess was so drunk that she got drunk again. When she got up again, another day had passed. The date for her return was getting closer and closer, but she hadn't talked about any serious matters yet, which made her upset.

They say once or twice will not last three times. How many times has this happened?

This time, she secretly made up her mind not to drink again, because drinking again would make her face slapped. But she suddenly received an invitation to go to Tengwang Pavilion to enjoy the night view and talk about grease and silk.

What was there to appreciate about the night view? But since they had invited her to talk business, she readily agreed.

In the evening, she climbed up to the Tengwang Pavilion and found it fragrant and fresh inside, with the scent of sandalwood burning nearby. On the terrace overlooking the river, Xia Lin was sitting there in a white dress with a chessboard and a pot of tea warming beside him.

"Your Highness, can you play Go?"

"I don't think so. When can the grease be taken out?"

Xia Lin slowly stood up, smiled and clapped his hands, and then various palace-level dishes were brought out. They were all southern dishes, exquisite and delicate, and pleasing to the eye.

With the roaring river and lingering elegant music, a view of the endless mountains and rivers in the distance, and a gentle breeze blowing as you sit quietly, Tengwang Pavilion is indeed worthy of its reputation.

"Your Highness, the Tengwang Banquet is a delicacy that no one in the world can get. Why don't you try it?"

As Xia Lin spoke, he took out a glass pot filled with purple Western wine. After being improved by Fuliang, it was sweet at 45 degrees, warm in the mouth, and refreshing and sweet.

He elegantly filled the glass for Her Royal Highness the Princess: "Please enjoy your meal, Princess."

She was a general and she led troops to fight, but she was just a 24-year-old girl, three years older than the young general Li Shimin.

Who could resist such an atmosphere, especially when there was the most talented man in the world writing poems and lyrics for her next to her, something like "Alas, a line suddenly occurred to me, 'The east wind blows thousands of flowers in the night, and blows down stars like rain'", and then the fireworks outside the Tengwang Pavilion suddenly bloomed, and it was really like a tree full of stars and rain. Even the most worldly-wise princess had never seen anything like this.

Wine with a concentration of 45% is different from white wine. You won't feel anything when you drink it. It tastes sweet, but it will be too much if you are not careful. After a few gulps, the atmosphere and environment are just right. The little face turned red after drinking, and then we went to the terrace to watch the night view of the lanterns. When the cool breeze blew, we drank it all in one gulp.

The next morning, when Princess Pingyang got up, she sat on the bed and pounded it. She went to look for Prince Teng, and then she heard that Prince Teng had been summoned by His Majesty to Jiming Temple to worship Buddha for half a month...

This time she was really furious. There were only a few days left, and she still hadn't discussed any serious matters. Every day she was sent back to the mansion to sleep in different ways. Didn't she, a princess, have any dignity to lose?

So she did not agree to any of Xia Lin's requests, but simply listed her needs on a long piece of paper and had someone hand it to Xia Lin.

Xia Lin came with a note in his hand during lunch, smiling. The princess was already very alert when she saw him now, with a fierce look in her eyes that said, "I don't believe anything you say, and I won't eat anything you ask me to eat."

But at this moment, Xia Lin was not in a hurry at all. She just knelt down in front of the low table with a smile and poured tea: "Your Highness, we still need to discuss serious matters. Please."

The princess knelt down opposite Xia Lin, picked up the teacup and sniffed it carefully before she dared to put it to her mouth.

The negotiation was extremely intense, even more intense than a war game. Both sides were on the verge of a fight, pressing each other step by step, and refusing to give in. However, Princess Pingyang always felt that she was being oppressed. No matter what conditions she proposed, she was unsure. The process that had been smooth sailing became extremely bumpy. In the final tense period, she was a little confused and lost her patience. The 100,000 kilograms of oil she originally wanted was negotiated down to 30,000 kilograms, and the original amount of coal was also doubled for her.

The key point is that she didn't think there was any problem when she signed the contract. What's more important is that the armor and weapons had not been discussed in detail. After a long time, the other party only made a verbal promise to return them in batches. They even turned the original intention of extorting money into a trade, and silk, tea and other things became commodities.

Princess Pingyang was still shocked until Xia Lin left, and when she came to her senses, she found that the contract had been signed and there was no regret.

She sat there in confusion for a long time, wondering how her firm belief could be corrupted, and even thought that Xia Lin knew some magic. But the problem was that everything was set in stone now, and she really had no good solution. After thinking about it over and over again, she couldn't understand it. She thought she couldn't just swallow this loss, so if the literary method didn't work, she would use force, so she picked up a knife and started looking for Xia Lin all over the world.

In fact, Xia Lin had not left yet. He was fishing for the koi raised by his father-in-law in the backyard of the palace, and was using steamed buns to make a nest.

"Master Xia."

Suddenly, a cold voice came from behind him. Xia Lin turned around and found that it was Princess Pingyang. He glanced at the sword on the princess and laughed: "Your Highness, what is this?"

"What kind of magic did you cast on me!?"

Magic? It would be great if Xia Lin knew that. He was just engaging in a psychological warfare with the princess. After being knocked down repeatedly at the table, her self-confidence was devastating. At this time, Xia Lin, who had won every battle, naturally had the upper hand over her.

These were the tricks we used to deal with those noisy Russians back then. As long as we could knock down these confident guys a few times, we would at least gain the upper hand in the psychological game going forward.

The most important thing in bargaining is to be calm and have firm principles. If there is any looseness, a big gap can be opened. Xia Lin was in this business in the past, so of course he has much more experience than the princess.

"Your Highness, if I could cast a spell, why would I still be here to make a nest for fish? I might as well go directly to Prince Tang and ask him to give me his Chang'an City." Xia Lin said innocently, "That's the truth, Your Highness."

"But..." Princess Pingyang pursed her lips, then sneered at him: "Lord Xia is very cunning."

"It's not a good idea. When will the princess return? I want to take her to travel around Poyang Lake."

"No need." Princess Pingyang said coldly, "I will remember this friendship."

"When will Your Highness be back? I'll see you off then."

"No need."

Princess Pingyang walked out angrily, and Xia Lin quickly chased after her: "What local specialties would you like, Your Highness?"

"Your head."

"That won't do." Xia Lin shook his head again and again: "I'll give you some dried sheep heads from the grassland. If you're angry, just chop them up a few times."

"Go away!"

"Your Highness, would you like to go for a drink later? I know a shop with a very plump proprietress."

"Don't go."

"Your Highness..."

Her Royal Highness the Princess was so annoyed that she wanted to return to Dragon City immediately, but she had a lot of things to do at hand and there was no way to get away immediately.

"Your Highness, are you married? Are you interested in meeting a handsome guy? Your Highness... Your Highness, don't run away, Your Highness."

"Your Highness, would you like to have a massage?"

"Your Highness, the river has been in turmoil recently. Your Highness, please do not go swimming."

"Your Highness, why don't you stay here and attend my wedding, Your Highness."

Princess Pingyang was almost going crazy. This guy followed her and bombarded her all the way. Finally, she couldn't stand it anymore. She drew her sword and put it on Xia Lin's shoulder, her face full of frost: "Stay away from me, don't show up in front of me again."

"Okay, goodbye, Your Highness." Xia Lin used two fingers to pinch her knife away: "Your Highness, have fun. Your Highness, be well. Your Highness, can we meet again? You must be happy next time we meet, Your Highness."

"roll!!!"

Xia Lin turned around and ran away, and Princess Pingyang was really furious at this moment. She really couldn't understand how her own brother who had the appearance of a true dragon could be defeated by such a person!

Damn it!

(End of this chapter)