In the end, the shopkeeper endured the pain and only did a small half of the business.

Two earth-level low-grade swords, three human-level high-grade long swords and one human-level high-grade straight knife, plus a quasi-earth-level dagger were given to Niu Chunhan, no matter what Feng Zhiping said, it was useless, if it weren't for greed, he would even want to cut half of the current weight.

The money for the door and the man's wound medicine were waived, and then discounted, and the final price was 18,800 taels, of which the two ground-level swords accounted for 13,000.

This price is not only not high, but also very cheap, you must know that the price of the prefecture-level low-grade treasure blade in the capital usually starts at eight thousand taels, with the quality of these two, it is estimated that the Baolai Hall can be auctioned for about 10,000, and it is not a problem to buy a quasi-prefecture-level dagger for three or five thousand, the old shopkeeper gives almost the cost price, and others will definitely be happy to die, but Feng Zhiping is not happy, and he clamored on the table.

"Discount? What kind of discount? Is Young Master Ben a person who is poor in money? There is also the cost of injury medicine, I injured the person, how can I do it if I don't give money? I want people to poke me in the backbone, right? Count, count it all, don't save me money!"

Shopkeeper Zhuang is dumbfounded, I've seen someone bargaining for things, but I've never seen someone who takes the initiative to raise prices, is this person stupid?

"Then, then the original price, twenty-two thousand?"

"Who do you look down on, twenty-two thousand? Twenty-two can buy these things? I said, are you in business, so honest can you make money?"

Lao Zhuang almost cried.

For decades, there have been countless people who have scolded him for treachery and ghosts, and this is the first one who says he is sincere.

"One price, twenty-eight thousand!" Feng Zhiping made a final decision, snapped his fingers and clasped the table and smiled, "Remember, just twenty-eight thousand, I won't give much, and you won't ask for less." Hurry up and go to the Jianhou Mansion early tomorrow morning to get the money, remember, look for my eldest brother Feng Zhili, don't look for someone else, just look for him, remember?"

"Yes, I remember. Lao Zhuang nodded again and again, no wonder he was so happy, and it was not his own money that dared to spend it.

I heard that the eldest prince of the Jianhou Mansion has a good relationship with the little prince, but now look, phew, it's all a lie!

Can the eldest brother have a good relationship with the younger brother-in-law?

That's weird!

That's normal!

Thankfully, Feng Zhiping was sent out of the door, and the men were instructed to find a few wooden planks to block the door without a door first, and then find a craftsman to clean it up, and the old man Zhuang hummed a little song and went back to the house to sleep.

He is not worried about the Jianhou Mansion repaying the accounts, the Red Sword Marquis has not relied on the accounts since the day he became famous, his reputation is better than that of the royal money bank, and Feng Zhili has a very good reputation over the years, no matter what he thinks in his heart, it is their family affair, and this money will definitely be recovered.

Feng Zhiping is also in a good mood, the eldest brother's attitude tonight once made him very angry, and he was very happy in what way he could make him bleed.

As for whether to give this money or not, he is not worried at all, even if the eldest brother does not give it, the old man will definitely give it after he knows it.

In addition to being happy, he was a little melancholy, tonight the big brother was angry, and the second and most important point was that he had no money.

Money is not omnipotent, but no money is absolutely impossible, the "playground" plan was put on his mind again, he secretly determined, whether the champion Lang Tong agreed or not, Tong County will change places, Tianyuan is so big, there are too many places that need to be "poverty alleviation", and you will definitely find a lot of suitable places if you look for it.

Remounted on the horse, still threw Wu Nan on the horse's buttocks like a prey and tied it up, and the two pulled the reins and patted the horse towards the full court.

On Man Tingfang's side, the guests dispersed and were quiet for a while, and with the arrival of the people of Mashanbo Mansion, there was a commotion again.

There was such a big thing, and the courage of the court did not dare not report it, but as expected, Wu Hongzhi, the little uncle who was discussing with the concubine what kind of mountain Wushan was, blew up on the spot.

The annoyance of being dragged up from the soft incense tent and the anger of his own son's uncertain life and death got together, Wu Hongzhi didn't say a word, and first tied up a few small people who came to report the news and beat them, and then ordered all the people and horses to kill Man Tingfang in a mighty way.

said that he was a general, but in fact, he was all a martial artist and a family member who took care of the family, I don't know if it was because he was afraid of the horse or in order to show his identity, Wu Hongzhi did not ride a horse or take a car, but sat in a sedan chair.

What's even more ridiculous is that he didn't listen carefully to what was going on, as soon as he heard that his youngest son had an accident in Man Tingfang and was arrested, he broke out, and after going out and crossing the street twice, a few people who were beaten and bruised and swollen caught up and finished the matter with the fastest speed, and the little uncle knew the cause and effect, and he was stunned at that time.

Sword Marquis Shizi Feng Zhiping?

Feng Moxiu's baby son?

Grandma's, how did you mess with him!

Feng Moxiu's great name Tianyuan is known to everyone, and it is more widely known for his bad temper, if Ma Shanbo Mansion is a vicious wolf, then the Red Sword Marquis is a mad lion, the two are more than one level worse than in any aspect, if you choose ten people he is most unwilling to offend, Feng Moxiu will definitely rank in the top three.

But the incident has already happened, and I heard Man Tingfang say that the other party made the first move, and his side took advantage of it, and the most important thing for people like them in the capital is face, and they don't dare to return it if they are slapped in the face, so what face will they have in the future?

Without much hesitation, Wu Hongzhi made a decision, first sent someone home and then called twice as many people over, and then sent messengers to divide into three routes, all the way to the Jianhou Mansion for ventilation, all the way to the Rui Wangfu for help, and finally rushed to the Yamengju in the North Second City, where the old father who "cordially condoled" the "poor woman" and called him home, and put on a life suit in case of emergency.

Wu Hongzhi is very determined, this matter can be big or small, it is best to turn it into a small thing, and it will be very troublesome if it can't be turned away, with his weight is not enough, he has to rely on King Rui to understand, and his old father who is old and immortal and more energetic, that old guy is a serious Ma Shanbo, and he is just a son like Feng Zhiping.

Wu Hongzhi got angry when he mentioned this, and he called him little uncle when he beat the villain, he called him for decades, and now he is in his fifties, and his youngest son is going to be twenty, he is still a little uncle, when will he be able to turn the word "small" into a real uncle!

The thousand-year-old king and eighty-thousand-year-old turtle, the old guy is about to become a fine!

He has been rejuvenated all these years, and his body is stronger than him, so he has to be careful, don't make a whole brother to block him!

The more Wu Hongzhi thought about it, the more depressed he became, and finally waited for King Rui to reply to the letter, and immediately sped up his pace.

"Dogs, you have done a good job!! 61

Several stewards have martial arts, but they don't dare to hide, so they take it hard and let Wu Hongzhi vent.

And Wu Hongzhi remembered King Rui's instructions, and scolded wildly, his words were vulgar and unbearable, and the ninth-rate ruffians in the market were more elegant than him, but he only held on to Man Tingfang in and out of his words, and never mentioned the perpetrator Feng Zhiping, and even his son who was uncertain about his life and death didn't ask much, and he had a posture where all the guilt was in the court.

The more the stewards listened, the more they frowned, lowered their heads and secretly changed their eyes, and wanted to interrupt several times to explain the reason, but they didn't have the opportunity, and they didn't have the courage to explain it forcibly.

After a long time, Wu Hongzhi finally got tired of scolding, and one of the stewards seized the opportunity to serve a cup of hot tea with his own hands, and said ashamedly: "Master Wu, the little boy had an accident in my Manting Fang, and we can't escape the blame, but there is another reason for this incident, it is Ling Lang..."

"Shut up!

The teacup slammed on the table and shattered, Wu Hongzhi pointed to the steward's nose and said angrily: "My son came here to have fun, not only did you not take good care of people, but also called people to arrest, what are you still arguing about? What are you all doing to eat? In vain, you claim to be the safest amorous place in the capital, and tell you, if something happens to my son, I will demolish this place, so that none of you can live!!"

The steward was sprayed with a spit on his face, and he was angry in his heart, and waited silently for Wu Hongzhi to finish speaking, and was about to speak, when a vigorous and cold voice sounded from the door.

"Demolished Man Tingfang, Master Wu, what you said is a bit big, right? ”

In the middle of the words, a tall old man walked into the house with a few entourages, ignoring Wu Hongzhi's angry eyes, and sat down indifferently on the opposite side, until he sat down firmly and flattened his clothes, and then slowly raised his head and looked around.

The eyes were right, Wu Hongzhi's heart shook, his brain ached faintly, he hurriedly staggered his gaze and blinked vigorously, looked back at the old man, and his momentum involuntarily weakened by three points.

"Who are you?"

"Old man Guan Rong. Guan Rong said lightly, his words and demeanor were completely disrespectful.

Wu Hongzhi was about to get angry, and an old servant behind him stepped forward quickly and whispered a few words, Wu Hongzhi instantly turned off the fire, and his body twisted a little stiffly.

Kamizo!

Regardless of his status, this cultivation alone is enough to make people bow down, in the eyes of ordinary people like him who can only breathe some healthy breaths, he is a god by nature, and Shenzang is undoubtedly an immortal among immortals.

Guan Rong suppressed Wu Hongzhi, didn't do much to take care of it, collected his momentum, calmly explained the whole thing as it was, and said at the end: " This incident happened in my Manting Fang, but because of Ling Lang himself, it was Ling Lang who didn't ask the way to catch someone, and lied that he was sent to my Wushuang Pavilion by scattered cultivation, and those two people were not only the disciples of Cangshan, the first major faction in the rivers and lakes, but also the friend of Feng Zhiping, the son of the Red Sword Marquis, if it wasn't for the old man's timely action, Ling Lang would have died at that time, it was the old man who desperately offended the Red Sword Marquis to repel him and arrest him alone, which made him dare not kill Ling Lang. Things have come to this point, I am full of benevolence and righteousness, Ling Lang was lost by me, I will save people, but please be careful in your words, do not put all the blame on our heads. The water and soil in the capital, whether it is big or not, is not small, Wu Ye was born and raised, and he should know that he should be cautious in his words and deeds, so as not to wash the Dragon King Temple in the big water, and no one will look good on his face. ”

Wu Hongzhi's heart tightened, and he thought of the prince.

Recently, because of the matter of harmony, the prince and King Rui are ready to make a temporary truce, and the court is the property of a wealthy merchant in the south, in fact, many people of his status have guessed that this place is inseparable from the prince, so as to explain why a mere Qinglou invited a master of the Shenzang period to sit in charge, and he can still be calm and fearless in the face of himself.

King Rui's letter also confirms this, if it has nothing to do with the crown prince, it is impossible for King Rui to let himself calm down a little, stabilize the situation first, and don't let the matter further expand.

This is not only a gesture of goodwill to the Marquis of Chijian, but also a kind response to the prince's kindness, otherwise, according to common sense, King Rui will never choose to calm things down, seize the opportunity to fan the flames and make things as big as possible, and take the opportunity to hit the prince hard.

Wu Hongzhi was determined, and sighed secretly, he was impulsive after all.

King Rui asked him not to be impatient, but he was overwhelmed by the pain of his injured son, suppressed the fire on the Jianhou Mansion and did not suppress the fire on Man Tingfang, and he was scolding and scolding just now, but he didn't know if it would affect the reconciliation between the prince and King Rui.

While talking, someone came to report, two horses arrived in front of the gate, and there were three people who came, looking at the appearance and figure of Feng Zhiping's master and servant and Wu Liugongzi.

"Just the two of them?"

Guan Rong was surprised, and so were He Xing and others next to him, and the most unexpected was Wu Hongzhi, the bitter master.

With the style of the Sword Marquis Mansion, tonight should be poured out of the nest, how did Feng Zhiping go out for a ride and come back by himself, what kind of routine is this?

Tired of going out to catch your breath and coming back to pick up the stubble?

"It should be Lord Feng. Wu Hongzhi twisted his fingers and said softly.

Although he is not in the court, but as a dignitary of the Jue family, he has a lot of dealings with Feng Zhili on weekdays, and knows that this son is a strange flower in the Jianhou Mansion, and he has no family inheritance of the fierce and banditry, gentle and elegant, and has won the favor of all parties in the capital, and has really reversed the views of many people in the world on the Jianhou Mansion over the years.

If it weren't for the question of his background, he would really be a perfect candidate for the title, but unfortunately Feng Zhiping's birth doomed him to miss the title, even if he was very good, even if his biological mother's family background was long and honorable.

Guan Rong also guessed that Feng Zhili stopped it, but he couldn't figure out why he stopped it.

Even for the sake of the overall situation, Feng Zhili shouldn't have sent Feng Zhiping alone to come alone, could it be that Feng Zhili miscalculated, he didn't expect Feng Zhiping to be bold and dare to kill back single-handedly without finding a helper?

In any case, when people come, they always have to be seen.

"Master Wu, please, let's go and meet this third prince of Feng together. ”

Guan Rong got up first, walked to the door and tilted his head slightly: "Go and bring that kid, lest he misunderstand us again." ”

He Xing complied, turned and left, and looked worried when he was nowhere to go.

What Guan Lao said is reasonable, but think about it from another angle, is this considered a face-to-face threat?

Others may not think so, but Feng Zhiping...

Alas, let's do it first, no matter what he thinks, it's better to see people than not to see at all, so let's do and talk about other things.