Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

Fan Luo was stunned, and hurriedly sketched and calculated on the silk for a while, then fiddled with the abacus, and finally spread her hands and said: "I lost it, the goods are in bad hands, this trip is less than half, I have to consider taking the money and running away. Is the news accurate?"

"What do you think?" Yan Ce asked back.

"Your Highness is a good friend."

Fan Luo got up and bowed solemnly.

As a teenager, there is no need to cheat, and it is possible that Young Master Ce came to Baiyue to stop the war. It is okay not to tell her such important news, but the goods that are slightly higher than the market price are all rotten. In his hand, Tao Zhugong's tablet will definitely weep in the mourning hall.

At least, now you can make an information difference, transfer the goods to other merchants to stop the loss, and maybe wait for a small profit, so happy.

"Your Highness, if you can help me on the way, you can order me as you like." Fan Luo smiled sweetly, "I will do whatever I can within the scope of my ability."

"Keep them safe."

Yan Ce said seriously.

The national mourning girl Hu moved and said: "Your Highness..."

"Two copies, sign the contract."

"Mr. Yan Ce, wait a moment." Fan Luo re-drafted a contract, and handed it to Yan Ce with a smile, "The two hundred gold per cart you said is too much, I would like to give up the profit. Fifty gold per person is enough, just ask cost."

"Small water flows, Your Highness is an honest man, and I am willing to maintain a long-term cooperative relationship with an honest man. I will kill you, and I will not plan to build a chamber of commerce in the Central Plains in the future, and the news that you will not fight will cost two hundred gold." It's worth it...it's a profit to make this trip." Fan Luo smiled.

Yan Ce said, "Are you willing to come to Xianyang to develop?"

"If you earn money, you can do whatever you want."

Fan Luo tapped on the abacus for a while, her eyes sparkled.

The ever-changing development of Xianyang is well known, the sooner you intervene, the more chances you have to win business opportunities first, no matter how bad you are, you can get more information, and it's great to drink soup without meat.

Speaking of which, this Highness is No. 1 who proposed and established Xianyang's industrial system, holding the world's wealth and power.

This case is white gold with diamonds.

Thinking of this, Fan Luo's eyes on Yan Ce changed, but soon the businessman's calm regained the high ground, she bent down and saluted, and led Guoshang to go out.

After the conversation was over and the issue of Guoshang's evacuation from Baiyue was resolved, Yan Ce flipped through a large stack of precisely checked Baiyue maps, about two hundred to three hundred, and the Guoshangs who received special training and the noble boys who served as his helpers started from the early morning. The result of drawing until late at night.

Guoshang has the strength and experience to survive in the wild, and evacuation is the safest option. However, the noble boys are still in poor health. It is unrealistic to "smuggle" by force, and it is safe to stay with Yan Ce.

His "best friends" can basically understand and put their gratitude into action, especially the little classmate Gongsun biting his lip while planning a map for Yan.Both eyes were full of tears, according to Yan Ce's guess, most of them were moved.

After a while, Yan Ce returned to the State Guesthouse without a sound.

It was late at night, and the room was still lit.

"I'm back." Miss Ling Shi put on her pajamas, took off the lampshade and filled some oil in it, looking back, "I thought you were going to spend the night with that merchant, but I didn't expect it to be so soon."

Yan Ce lay down on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, "Guo Shang must leave quickly, otherwise there will be danger."

"The sheets were freshly made and they were crumpled again," she said.

"Really? Soft."

Yan Ce turned over and lay down beside the bed, sniffing the faint smell of flower petals, the woman at the side looked at it slightly dissatisfied, but the boy's face was completely immune.

"The general named Lan He, his sworn elder brother is the commander in chief of the army, but General Lan He's prestige is faintly higher than that of his brother. If he wants to be the king of Baiyue, he will now think of killing you in the name of the king of Baiyue. King Baiyue has no way out to fight Qin, and then kill King Baiyue and his elder brother to appease His Majesty's anger and submit to Qin, after all he doesn't know about your relationship with Your Majesty."

As she spoke, she showed a slightly impatient expression, and her fingernails scratched a shallow mark on the letter.

"He recently looked for a reason to act in an upright manner." Yan Ce thought for a moment, then said, "So, I am preparing for dawn, no, let Guoshang retreat now."

"What about you?"

"No withdrawal."

She sneered, "Start first?"

Yan Ce nodded, "From now on, the offense and defense will change... The Prince of Baiyue is close to Qin, this matter will be easy to handle, as long as there are sufficient reasons for Baiyue to give up resistance."

"This is a war without a fight." Yan Ce said with a smile.

"Can you wipe your body before going to bed? Every time you are covered in dirt, and you are still lying on my bed, it's so dirty." She said disgustedly.

"Obviously I didn't dislike it last time."

"..."

"Are you... all right?" Yan Ce said.

"What are you going to do after returning to Qin?" She asked, pulling up a lock of long hair.

"Why do you ask this all of a sudden?"

She walked to the bookshelf, raised her head slightly, and put the volume back to its original place according to the number, "It's nothing, forget about the question just now."

The boy with question marks on his head thought for a while and found no answer, so he asked tentatively, "You, um, are you here? Cough, I have no other intentions."

"Crack-"

The letter was crushed in half, the dregs leaked from the palm of the hand, and the eyes became sharper.

"It's okay, I don't care."

The taste of lying, obviously super care.