Monopolize the little widow

The high-hanging Song Bai and his party watched the gold-thread clothes being bought at sky-high prices. The gold-thread clothes are treasures that every emperor wants, but Donghuang Mingxi was unmoved, making Song Bai had no choice but to think highly of him.And why didn't Donghuang Mingxi take a photo of the golden thread clothes, because he thought that the resurrection of the dead was too fantasy, fantasy things are fake, why bother to pursue a fake thing, a person's life is short, then in the short Live out your own ideas in life.

There is only one purpose in his life, which is to strengthen Daming, so that the people will no longer be hungry, and have food and clothing.Let the soldiers become stronger, and other countries will no longer dare to bully them.

The woman in red left the Jade Terrace with the gold thread clothes, followed by a woman in yellow. The woman was dressed in a gorgeous dress, with a yellow gauze on her face, showing an elegant temperament in her gestures. Young Miss.

"The second lot is the Jiuzhuan Longhuang Pill, which is sold by the medical immortal. This medicine can cure all diseases and detoxify all kinds of poisons. Recovering a life in front of the palace of the king of hell also allows the martial arts practitioners to improve one level of skill. The martial arts people who come here know that there is no time when people are not injured. was persecuted."

The woman in yellow's words were poisonous enough, but what she said was indeed reasonable, but the martial arts practitioners who came from below gritted their teeth but could not refute it. Who knows who will be harmed by whom one day.

"The starting price is 100 taels."

"300 taels!"

"500 taels!"

The people below began to increase the price, and Huangfu Le couldn't help shouting a price, "700 taels."

"Xingchen Building is very good at doing business. The lower the starting price, the higher the final price will only be raised. You don't bring much money, and you can't compare with those wealthy gentry. Besides, I don't deny the Nine-Turn Dragon Emperor Pellet. The medicine works, but not for you."

"Master, why, isn't it able to increase one level of skill?"

"Should be able to, do you think you need it at this stage?"

"of course."

"You didn't hear it just now. What she said meant that when someone is about to die, the medicine is more effective than life-saving, not to improve your skill." Song Bai hit the nail on the head, and Huangfu laughed happily and stopped shooting.

"3000 taels." In the end, someone bid 3000 taels for the Jiuzhuan Dragon Emperor Pellet.

Ye Zhulu next to him was young and didn't understand these things. He ate the cakes on the table. The cakes in Xingchenlou were really delicious. They were the best cakes he had ever eaten. He could eat them often in the future.With a smile on his face, the servant introduced the name of the pastry to Ye Zhulv. If you like it, you can come to Xingchen Tower to eat it in the future. You don't have to pay for it and eat for free.

"Eat slowly, no one will grab you." Song Bai gently wiped the crumbs from the corners of Ye Zhulu's mouth with a handkerchief. Huangfule's eyes were unclear, and he frowned slightly. His master was too kind to the little fat man. Instead of treating a friend, it's like... like a lover!Huang Fu Le approached Song Bai, and whispered in Song Bai's ear: "Master, are you being too kind to him?"

"..." Yes, he is indeed too fond of Ye Zhulu, looking at the cute little fat man who eats, following the pastries he eats, both sides of his face are bulging, moving like a little squirrel.He began to worry about him. After they left, what would Ye Zhulu do, what would he do if he was bullied, and when he ran out sad, who would comfort him and take care of him? He found out why he cried that time. It was because his fiancé was walking with his sister.

He is young and doesn't understand feelings, but he will be wronged!

After the elixir was taken away, it was the next lot. The woman in yellow was still on the jade platform, and the next lot was pushed up by the servants. It was a small cage, and a faint roar of a wild animal came out of the cage. "The third lot is a young blue-eyed white tiger. This tiger was hunted by our landlord from Changbai Mountain. The adult blue-eyed white tiger is large in size, powerful in attack, and can carry people. It can be used for guarding the homeland or for A soldier's mount, it has one more thing, loyalty. If you train it from an early age, it will be your patron saint, and the starting price is 1000 taels."

When the red cloth was lifted, a shivering little tiger appeared in front of everyone. The little tiger curled up into a ball and roared like a beast. Anyone with good eyesight could see that the little tiger was injured on its foot.Ye Zhulu, who was concentrating on eating, finally stopped eating, and his eyes fell on the little tiger in the cage.

Song Bai, who hadn't bid all this time, made an offer, "1 taels."

1 taels is not much for those wealthy gentry, but what is the use of a tiger besides guarding the house?If they are housekeepers, they have housekeeper guards, which are much more useful than tigers. At most, they are pets, and it is not worth spending money on a tiger.They're going to take pictures of what's next.

"3 taels." The bidder's voice was that of an immature woman, and Ye Zhulv recognized that voice as his sister Ye Xianhui.

Ye Zhulu's eyes widened, Ye Xianhui was next to a young man, even if they were masked, he could still recognize why they were together, they were together at Wanhua Festival, and they are together now, he gave Ye Xianhui back Buy a tiger!

Song Bai gently patted Ye Zhulu's head, and smiled gently: "10 taels."

There is a lot of noise, my God! Buy a tiger for 10 taels?Are you stupid? There are still good things in the back, and your money is spent here.

10 taels, no one will increase the price.

"10 taels for the first time."

"10 million taels for the second time."

"10 taels for the third time, a deal. Congratulations to the nobleman in the seventh row for taking this item, and we will send it to the nobleman's house."

Song Baizai didn't start the auction after that, Huangfule didn't like it and didn't bid anything, Liu Sheng took a shop, and Donghuang Mingxi took a [-]-jin fine iron and some strange stones.

After the auction ended, Ye Zhulu looked unhappy, pouted, stopped eating, and went to the business room to pay the bill.

"Who messed with you again?" Song Bai was funny, he was fine just now.

Ye Zhulu didn't speak.

"I spent 10 taels to buy a little brain tiger as a gift for you, aren't you happy?"

When Ye Zhulu heard it, his dim eyes brightened, and he stared at Song Bai in disbelief: "Send...for me?"

Song Bai patted his head, "Of course, when the little brain tiger grows up, it will be able to protect you. Whoever bullies you at that time, you can take it out and bite him."

"Brother Song, Brother Song, woo woo woo woo." Ye Zhulu cried, wailing, he just saw his fiancé, and he was with his sister again.

"Stop crying, everyone is watching you."

The boy who was in charge of collecting the money looked at them, and the expressionless boy raised his mouth slightly: "My lord, did you buy the tiger as a gift for the young master?"

Song Bai nodded: "Yes." He was afraid that if he wasn't by Ye Zhulv's side, no one would protect him.

"Our Xingchen Building has a rule that a pair of children can take away any item in the auction in the Xingchen Building for a lifetime. The blue-eyed white tiger will be treated as a gift from the Xingchen Building to the young master. The nobles do not need to pay the bill. The white tiger will come to us personally. Send it to the nobleman's house."

"Your landlord is also Shuang'er?" Donghuang Mingxi wondered why Shuang'er would be convenient.

The servant answered the answer that everyone wanted to know, "Our landlord is not Shuang'er, this is the rule set by our ancestors, and Xingchen Tower must abide by the set rules for generations." If the landlord and servants do not abide by it, The wrath of the ancestors was not something Xingchenlou could bear.

"Thank you."

The servant in charge of him sent them out of the house, the things Song Bai photographed didn't cost money, Donghuang Mingxi didn't pay him a penny, he was very guilty.

"I'll go to your house with you later." Song Bai said to Donghuang Mingxi.

Isn't Donghuang Mingxi's home the imperial palace?

The white tiger with blue eyes was not sent to the Liu family, but was sent to the palace. Song Bai also had selfish intentions. If the white tiger with blue eyes was sent by the prince to Ye Zhulu, then even if the white tiger killed someone, the people in the night mansion He also didn't dare to kill the white tiger. If the government captured the white tiger, they would have to ask the prince what he wanted. With this guarantee, no one would dare to bully Ye Zhulu.

Sending Ye Zhulu home, Song Bai and Huang Fule followed Donghuang Mingxi to the palace. Since the emperor secretly ordered people to study the weapons Song Bai gave them, the emperor built a basement in the secret palace of the palace. The ministers trusted by the emperor also came here.

In the basement, there are all the geniuses that Ming likes to invent, blacksmiths and craftsmen, and the well-read old Su Ge.As soon as they arrived at the basement, they heard the voices of Mr. Su Ge talking with the emperor.

"The spiral is too small. I have never seen such a small spiral. Blacksmiths can't make it. The main component of the shell is resin. Resin! The shell is a high-molecular compound, and the production process is quite difficult. No one in the whole country has mastered this technology." People." It's not difficult, it's simply impossible to realize, and it's impossible for him to tell the emperor.He had traveled overseas and had seen similar explanations in their books.

"I have to deal with the difficulties." After three years, I have researched fart, oh, I have researched an explosive black thing.

"Your Majesty, the minister is incompetent." You can't force the old minister. Look, the old minister's hair has fallen out.

"I don't believe that with the wisdom of all your elders, this weapon can't be made. Its existence proves that it can be made." Song Bai gave him eight small shells, but they couldn't even make one.

"Your Majesty, if you can find the person who gave you the thing back then, I will find a way to make it for you." Yes, having this weapon proves that someone has made it before, and I believe that person's technology is the most advanced in their continent. Yes, even the most advanced technology in the world.

"Old Su Ge, you have to be responsible for your words, so Renbengong invited you here."

When Mr. Su Ge and the emperor saw the young man next to the prince, the emperor was pleasantly surprised. Mr. Su Ge didn't believe it. How could it be a young man?

"Young hero! Is it really you?"

Song Bai took a step back, avoiding the excited emperor, "Don't get excited, Your Majesty must be calm, I'm here to solve your problems."