[comprehensive] as a system

Shangguan Feiyan didn't stop on the road, and hid when he arrived in the capital. He didn't have much rest, so he asked the system to go out and find out, trying to spend the fake banknotes as soon as possible.

The time when she came to Beijing was really a coincidence, because the emperor's birthday, many antique dealers gathered in Beijing, and many valuable high-quality antiques appeared one after another.Some of them were bought by officials, but some remained.

These things are expensive, but...

[Goddess host, are you sure you want to buy such a useless thing? 】

Shangguan Feiyan was busy looking at the items on the light curtain, picking out the ones she liked, and casually replied: [En...Of course...]

Xiaoxi knew that the host purposely asked her to collect the list of antiques because she wanted to buy them, but she still couldn't figure it out: [Goddess host, you bought such an expensive item, it won't be easy to sell it when the time comes, why don't you exchange it for more gold and silver? 】

[You think I don't want to?Not to mention the weight of gold and silver that can be exchanged for more than 200 million silver notes, I can't hold them at all!Besides, is it possible to exchange so much gold and silver in a short period of time?Which bank can cash it out? 】

Xiaoxi said that it has no concept of the total amount of heavy metals stored on the earth, but judging by the price, the stock should be quite a lot?

Gu Long's martial arts world said that it does not take the blame, the inflation in the original book is so serious, what can it do?

[What's more, there are some small things that are easy to carry and have high value. It's much more convenient to carry around. Do you think I'm so willing to carry such a large bag of bank notes with me? 】

Shangguan Feiyan clicked on the light curtain. There was a luxurious and exquisite treasure ball on it. It was a mechanism treasure box commissioned by a princess in the Tang Dynasty to be made by a Persian craftsman. It was only the size of a fist. It was very delicate and well-preserved.

Smiling in satisfaction, Shangguan Feiyan said: [This is very good, how much does it cost? 】

【Oh, let me see... the goddess of the host, this Linglong box, the seller will charge 240 million taels to the person who asked the price before, but it should be possible to negotiate the price. 】

【very good! 】Shangguan Feiyan was very satisfied, 【That's it! 】

Really worried that the counterfeit banknotes would be spotted by merchants in the capital soon, Shangguan Feiyan didn't waste any time, carefully dressed herself up as a handsome young master, and went out.

The shopkeeper of the antique shop is a middleman. Seeing that someone really wanted to buy this exquisite ball, he found the seller and the buyer and seller traded directly.

Shangguan Feiyan waited for a while in the empty room specially vacated by the shopkeeper, and then heard the shopkeeper bringing a woman upstairs.

The person who came was a purple-clothed woman about 30 years old, with a bright silver machete pinned to her waist. She was beautiful but had a sinister look on her face.

Shangguan Feiyan was worried at first that the woman was careful and she would see the flaws, but the woman looked preoccupied, but she didn't look at Shangguan Feiyan carefully, but was just in a hurry to get rid of the things.

Presumably, it was because both buyers and sellers were in a hurry, besides, the holy birthday had passed, and now the boom in buying antiques in Beijing had also passed, so Shangguan Feiyan managed to raise the price of the Linglong Ball to 200 million taels without spending much time.

The seller approved the price and didn't find anything wrong with the bank note. The transaction was concluded quickly, and both parties left quickly.

The big shopkeepers who witnessed this scene all sighed, they have never seen such a neat buyer and seller...

The woman in purple left the antique shop and wandered around the city for half a day, making sure that no one was following her before returning to her temporary residence.

Pushing the door open and entering the room, her lover was already waiting in the room. Seeing her coming in, he raised his head and said, "You are back."

The woman was startled, her whole body tensed up, secretly on guard, and she asked, "You, why are you here?"

The visitor smiled when he heard the words: "Don't you actually like me coming?"

The woman in purple pursed her lips: "Hmph! You haven't been here since the big sister and the others had an accident. I thought you wanted to leave me. Why are you looking for me now? No more money? You came..."

Before she finished speaking, the man suddenly interrupted her and asked, "Ouyang Qing is dead, did you kill it?"

The woman in purple was stunned: "...You came to me for this?"

The man didn't answer, but just stared into her eyes, and asked in a deep voice, "Why did you kill her?"

The woman in purple seemed to have a lot of affection for this man, she exploded when she heard his words, her eyes stood up, and she cursed: "Okay, Jin Jiuling! Are you distressed? I don't know, when will you get on good terms with Ouyang Qing Already?!"

The man she pointed at and scolded was her secret lover—the current chief catcher of Six Doors, the junior brother of Master Bitter Gourd, Jin Jiuling.

Hearing the woman's scolding, Jin Jiuling frowned and said, "Second Mother, don't make trouble for no reason, how could I have anything to do with her? After all, I am the chief arrester of the Six Doors, an upright public official, how can I go to the police blatantly? Is it okay to drink flower wine in a brothel?"

The purple-clothed woman called Er Niang, when she heard the words, her aura fell, and she seemed to be a little afraid of Jin Jiuling's love. She bit her lip and said, "Then... what does it matter to you whether Ouyang Qing is dead or alive? The death of a female cousin, that is Jing Zhaoyin sent someone to investigate, when will the six doors come together to take care of such a trivial matter?"

Jin Jiuling said with a gloomy face, "Lu Xiaofeng has arrived in the capital."

Erniang was taken aback again, and asked him: "Lu Xiaofeng? That Lu Xiaofeng with 'four eyebrows'?"

Jin Jiuling nodded: "Not bad."

Erniang asked: "The one who helped that trash snakehead in Wuyang City kill Eldest Sister Gongsun, that Lu Xiaofeng?"

Jin Jiuling looked at her and asked back, "Who else could it be? Is there another Lu Xiaofeng in Jianghu?"

Erniang was speechless, she opened her mouth, but she didn't know what to say.

Jin Jiuling narrowed his eyes and asked her, "Did it really happen to you?"

After hearing this, Erniang asked strangely: "Lu Xiaofeng is willing to stand up for that female cousin Ouyang Qing? Is he just so nosy?"

Jin Jiuling said sternly: "He really likes to meddle in other things, not to mention that the one who died this time can be regarded as his confidante, how could he not help it?"

Erniang snorted coldly when she heard the words: "Yo, what? Just Lu Xiaofeng made you so scared?"

Jin Jiuling was provoked by her words, "Although Lu Xiaofeng is nosy, he doesn't easily suspect his friends, but this time is different."

Er Niang sneered: "What's the difference?"

Jin Jiuling said sternly: "He came to Beijing with the master of Wanmei Mountain Villa and the young master of the Jiangnan Hua family. Those two families are not easy to provoke."

Hearing that such two factions were involved in this matter, Erniang let go of her guard and asked sharply, "What do you mean by that?"

Jin Jiuling paused, and said slowly: "Er Niang, you and I are happy together, has it been seven or eight years now? I won't hide it from you, if Ouyang Qing was really killed by you, this time you escaped You can't lose it, and you are all about the red shoes, so you can't hide it anymore."

Erniang's hairs stood on end, and she asked in surprise, "You, you! You came, do you want me to go to the six gates and surrender myself?"

Jin Jiuling knew that she was afraid that he would kill her to avoid future troubles, so she quickly comforted her: "Where do you want to go? I mean, if your details are found out, I'm afraid I won't escape...so I Let me ask you, did you do it?"

Erniang's heart was pounding, not sure what Jin Jiuling meant, so she didn't answer him.

Jin Jiuling stared at her expression, and asked word by word: "It's you, right?"

Erniang's face turned red and then pale, she gritted her teeth, and said: "...That's right! That idiot, now that everyone else is dead, it's a great opportunity, why don't you take this opportunity to get rid of the past quickly? Do you keep morality in mind? You want to ask me to avenge those women together! How could I agree?"

As soon as Jin Jiuling heard it, she understood everything. It really was Erniang who killed Ouyang Qing!

After closing his eyes and thinking for a while, Jin Jiuling sighed and said, "Let's run away!"

Erniang was anxiously waiting for him to speak, but she didn't expect to wait for such a sentence, and asked in disbelief, "What? You actually managed to let go of your ambition to be in the officialdom?"

Jin Jiuling rubbed his head and said dejectedly, "If I don't leave now, I'm afraid I won't be able to leave again..."

Seeing that his expression didn't look like he was lying, Erniang couldn't help asking him cautiously: "Is it really that serious?"

Jin Jiuling lowered his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Yes. I have a very bad premonition, and I'm afraid I have to leave quickly."

Seeing him like this, Er Niang felt quite uncomfortable, so she couldn't help but leaned over, caressing his arm, and said softly: "If you can really let go of all this, then fine, I'll go with you!"

Jin Jiuling nodded, looked up into Erniang's eyes, and said with a wry smile: "You clean up, we are... who is it today?!"

Erniang knew that Jin Jiuling's kung fu was better than hers, and seeing him turn his head to look out the window, she subconsciously stood up and drew out the scimitar, ready to face the enemy outside the house.

Taking a step, Erniang suddenly felt bad, and her body was still going out due to inertia, but she turned her head back and looked at Jin Jiuling.

Sorry to be late.

Jin Jiuling withdrew his hand, looked at the woman whose pulse had been broken by the palm, and fell heavily to the ground with a 'plop'.

There was deep hatred in Erniang's eyes, she glared at him with her last strength, said "You..." and died just like that.

Jin Jiuling knelt down and stroked Erniang's cheek, his eyes were gentle, but his voice was cold: "Erniang, Erniang... If I don't kill you, Lu Xiaofeng will really find you soon; if I find you, you will protect me Is it a secret? So only if you disappear, can I live well. You like me the most, and you know what kind of life I like best. You must not bear to see me live a wandering life that is not as good as a pig or a dog, right? ?”

He stood up and said with a chuckle: "Don't worry, as long as you disappear, I will have a way to fool you, and I will definitely live well, Er Niang, you will be happy for me, right? After all, you like me the most Isn't it? Hehe..."

While talking, Jin Jiuling took out a small porcelain bottle, opened it carefully, and slowly poured the liquid inside on Erniang's body.

After a tooth-piercing 'hissing' sound, Erniang's body was covered in a puddle of blood, and she just disappeared.

Jin Jiuling breathed a sigh of relief, and went outside to carry a bucket of water to wash away the blood, but suddenly froze, and said: "Who is it?!"

Before he finished speaking, his chest had already been pierced by a sharp sword.

Jin Jiuling looked at the man who suddenly appeared in front of him in disbelief, wondering why he didn't notice someone approaching...but he had no chance to know the truth again.

Jin Jiuling fell down, breathless, and fell into eternal darkness.

The author has something to say: Lu Xiaofeng is a fictional story, probably in the Ming Dynasty.

However, the price of Gu Long’s novels is really high, and the inflation is very serious~

Calvin, and not just any ordinary card.I wanted to save more manuscripts, but I wanted to finish more than 3000 words a day, and I was half dead

The stupid author gritted his teeth and persisted...