Chapter 838: Terminally ill

The whole skin mouth is stuffed into the mouth, and the two hands hold the bottom of the bag and pour it up, only to see that the Adam's apple is moving, and the most fragrant liquor on the grassland goes directly into the stomach along the throat, so that the drinking method is simply an exchange of containers for wine, and it is strange not to be drunk.

But there are really a lot of strange things today, Xu Qing poured at least five catties of white like this, a fire burned in his chest, his mind was still sober, he reached out and pulled out the skin, poof! There was a crisp sound, and it was estimated that no one would go to this skin, and Daleng on the side only swallowed saliva.

The horse team had already approached when Xu Qingniu was drinking, and it was natural to surround the three of them in a semi-arc, and there was a tall Mongolian horse standing in the gap in the arc, and the man with a sickly face rode on the horse, straightening his waist as much as possible, as if he wanted to look as heroic and majestic as possible, but to outsiders, he looked more like a weak scholar who was powerless.

Xu Qing covered the wine skin bag in his hand, threw it to Daleng, stood up with a wine burp, shook his head deliberately, staggered a few steps to the Khan King Ma, grinned and said, "You are the Chahara Khan King?" It doesn't look good! ”

Meng Buding lost a sentence of Chinese, with an authentic Jiangcheng accent, he wanted to pretend to be drunk to cover up his gaffe, but instead he showed his feet and shook out his hometown.

Ahig Khan trembled, deviated on the horse, opened his lips twice but took a deep breath, and said in a low voice: "Are you from Jiangcheng?" He also speaks standard Mandarin, a language that has been ingrained in his memory over the years.

Xu Qing's heart jumped, before he started talking, he took the initiative to show his feet, paralyzed, his son saw that Lao Tzu was under too much pressure, so he had to find a way to go back.

"You don't have to worry where my hometown is, it's not your turn to do the household registration work as the Mongolian Khan, let's get straight to the point, whether the key to the imperial tomb is a matter of catties or films, give a real price." Xu Qing reached out and took out two keys from his pocket, rubbed his fingers, and separated a V-shaped fork, he actually had a key in his hand, and he was not going to take it out for the time being, because it was his mother's relic, and showing up was tantamount to indicating his identity, and this kind of thing of opening his eyes and wetting his pants was not done.

Ahig Khan frowned, and said in a deep voice: "Can you bring the key to the imperial tomb and show me first?" If it's true, I can give you ten thousand taels of gold. ”

When it comes to the safety of the ancestral tombs, the Chahara royal family, as the guardians, has an unshirkable responsibility, and the key to the imperial tombs must not fall into the hands of an outsider.

Xu Qing squinted his eyes and smiled: "Golden ten thousand taels, it sounds like a very good look, I don't know if a key is worth ten thousand taels or two pieces add up to ten thousand taels?" He now completely put on the appearance of a small businessman who is obsessed with money, and asks the price with a bite of words.

Ahig Khan's pale face floated with a solemn look, and he said in a deep voice: "A key is ten thousand taels of gold, and it is guaranteed to be gold of purity of thirty-nine, are you satisfied?" ”

Xu Qing nodded with satisfaction and said: "This price is fair, I have nothing to say about the two keys that can be sold for a thousand kilograms of gold, it is best to have one hand of money and one hand, after all, it is the first time for everyone to cooperate." ”

Asig turned over and dismounted, his movements were clean and neat, and as soon as he stood still on his feet, he suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, and habitually blocked his lips with his palms and coughed violently.