After Liu Jing took the silver ticket, he hid it in the cellar of Fuzhong as ordered by Uncle Liu, and left Beijing only after he sold out the medical hall and stockpiled medicines.
However, Liu Jing and his brothers now have a large sum of money and don't really want to leave Beijing, so they invited to play in Sanhualou that night.
After they went out at night, Uncle Liu also went out in the dark.
He arrived at the elegant seat on the second floor of the teahouse. The elegant seat was closed on both sides, and the sides were covered with curtains. There was a railing in front of it, facing the storytelling master in the middle of the teahouse. silver.
He ordered a pot of tea and listened to the storytelling. After listening to it, he invited Dr. Tea to give a reward of twelve taels of silver to Mr. storytelling, and said faintly: "Please bring me up, Mr.!"
When Dr. Cha saw these ten taels of silver, his eyes were about to fall off. He had never seen such a generous customer before. Thanks immediately, he went to Mr. Pingshu.
Mr. Pingshu saw that the client's shot was a reward of ten taels of silver, and he followed Dr. Cha to the elegant seat.
Opened the curtain and went in, Mr. Storyteller hurriedly bowed to thank you.
Uncle Liu raised his eyes lightly, "Sit down!"
"This..." Mr. Pingshu saw that the client did not look like a noble person, but the shot was really generous, so he sat down and cautiously served the tea, "Guest please tea!"
Uncle Liu sent Dr. Cha to go, then took out a silver ticket from his sleeve and pushed it slowly.
Mr. Pingshu saw that the face value of the silver bill was actually one thousand taels, his eyes straightened, "Guest, are you?"
"Help me do something, and after it's done, there will be twice the reward!" Uncle Liu looked at him and said.
Mr. Pingshu didn't take it immediately, but first asked: "I don't know what the guest is going to do with it?"
Uncle Liu looked at him and laughed slowly, "Don't worry, it won't be too difficult. Just a few words. Tomorrow, I want you to tell a story. After telling the story, you will pack your things and leave. Beijing, I will meet you at the gate of the city and give you the remaining money."
Mr. Pingshu asked: "What is the story? I still have to listen to it first."
Uncle Liu stretched out his finger and hooked, "Come here!"
Mr. Pingshu whispered over, "Say it!"
"This story is that the current prince designed to frame Princess Huiping. After killing her, he coaxed Princess Huiping's son into selling the medicine factory and robbed half of the silver..."
Halfway through, he stopped talking, looked at the cold dagger on his neck, and then raised his head to look at Mr. Pingshu. Mr. Pingshu held the dagger with a cold smile on his face, "The current prince of the editor? What are you? What about people?"
A hint of horror flashed across Uncle Liu's eyes, but then he calmed down, "Then who are you?"
Mr. Pingshu smiled faintly, "You don't care who I am, but you have to come with me as a guest!"
Uncle Liu smiled lightly, "What if I say no?"
"Then I'm welcome!" Mr. Pingshu lifted the dagger in his hand, "If you don't want an extra hole in your neck, just follow me."
Uncle Liu turned his head swiftly, and Mr. Pingshu's dagger was immediately drawn over. It was not as fast as his speed. He drew a dagger from his sleeve and went straight to Mr. Pingshu. Mr. Pingshu's heart was stunned. He didn't expect it to be a meeting. Wu, hurriedly avoided.
This elegant room was small and could not be deployed. The two of them held daggers back and forth and fought extremely frustrated. Uncle Liu wanted to jump over the railing, but Mr. Pingshu was bound to hold him, so the daggers were not allowed. He walked, and after going back and forth for a few rounds, each was injured.
The tea shoppers underneath heard the sound of fighting, and they all raised their heads and saw that they were carrying knives, and they all ran out in fright.
However, two people came in with swords and rushed to the room and said, "Sir, let him jump down!"
Liu Shucang looked down in panic, and saw two men in black brocade robes standing underneath with swords. He gritted his teeth and opened the curtain to escape. As soon as the curtain was opened, a long sword came over and pointed straight. His neck.
Uncle Liu looked intently, and it was Xu Yi.
Xu Yi said coldly: "Would you like to try my sword how fast?"
Uncle Liu's face was pale, he gave a weird smile, and said loudly: "It turned out to be General Xu Yi from the Royal Palace of Chu. I don't know what I have committed. Why should so many people come to stop me? Do you want to kill me? I want the prince to deliberately murder Hui. No one knows the crime of Princess Ping?"
Xu Yibao said, "Intentionally murdering Princess Huiping? Fortunately, you can tell, what kind of Princess Huiping is in the hearts of the people, don't you have any points? You must be believed by someone who spreads rumors and arranges the prince."
The ghost guard underneath also jumped up and said coldly: "Save it, everyone is gone, yelling what?"
Uncle Liu looked down and saw that there was really no one in the teahouse. He gritted his teeth and his eyes were fierce. He wanted to hold Xu Yi with a dagger, but he might as well fly out a rope and entangle Uncle Liu's hands. One end of the rope was in a ghost. With a forceful pull in Wei's hand, Uncle Liu fell down.
"Take it away!" Xu together.
The Ghost Guard grabbed Uncle Liu, jumped over the railing, and swaggered out from the main entrance of the teahouse.
Uncle Liu still wanted to yell, and the whip of another Ghost Guard drew towards his mouth, only to bleed his cheeks, and he couldn't say a word.
Xu Yi looked at Mr. Storytelling, and said, "Who is it?"
Just now Xu Yi was already lurking outside, listening to the conversation between the two, and only waited for the time to do it, but he didn't know that the storytelling master had done it first.
Mr. Pingshu smiled slightly, "The eighth group of Lenglangmen is the leader."
"It turns out to be a cold-hearted person, I can't blame it for helping!" Xu repeated his salute, "Thank you!"
"Raise your hand!"
Xu Yi asked curiously: "You are a cold-blooded person, why are you telling stories here?"
The eighth group master said: "The eighth group of Lenglangmen, called the Tianditong group, who specializes in collecting news and inquiring about the news, will naturally mix in the teahouse and tavern. Of course, this teahouse is also opened by our fourth master."
Xu Yi took a breath, "This teahouse is doing well, your fourth master is so rich."
The eight groups of leaders smiled conceited, "What's this? There are 99 such teahouses in the entire Northern Tang Dynasty. Not a hundred of them have ninety-nine. The teahouses are the least profitable in the cold wolf door. The purpose is to find out. News, sometimes a news, is more valuable than a teahouse."
Xu Yi's eyes widened again. Poverty really limited his imagination. If he wanted to have a teahouse like this in his life, he felt that he would be rich, let alone a hundred, and this was the least profitable.
Although he knew that Si Ye was rich, Xu Yi was shocked when he was rich.
"General Xu, I have time to come over and have tea, I greet you, I have the mountain cloud tea from Daxing, it is a good thing." The big master said with a smile.
Xu Yi bowed his hands and thanked him and left. I can’t listen to these words too much. I don’t want to be a man. He certainly knows that the mountain cloud tea from Daxing is a good thing. There is not much in the palace. He hasn’t drunk it before and probably won’t drink it in his life. on.