Murong Xue's complexion was instantly gloomy, no wonder she felt that she was unconscious so suddenly, it turned out to be a man-made coma.
"What are you going to do?" Murong Xue wrapped her brocade quilt tightly and looked at the man warily.
"Don't be so nervous, I won't hurt you, I'm just taking people's money to eliminate disasters!" The silver-masked man said slowly, tasting wine slowly.
Murong Xue's eyes froze: "What do you mean?"
"Someone gave me ten thousand taels of silver to sell you to Turkic..." The silver-masked man looked at Murong Xue with a slight smile.
Murong Xue's bright face darkened in an instant. The Turks are nomadic people, and their folk customs are tough. There are more men than women, and there are often several brothers in a family. They have a wife together. The consequences of being sold to Turkic women can be imagined. …
How base and shameless to hire him for money!
"I'll give you one hundred thousand taels of silver, and you let me go!" The silver-faced man is tall and tall, with a thin callus on his tiger's mouth, sharp eyes, and steady and long breathing. He is a person with strong martial arts and deep internal energy. If it's not his opponent, if you can't do it, try not to do it.
The silver-masked man shook his head: "That's not acceptable. I do business with integrity, and when I receive money from others, I have to do good things for them..."
"One million taels." Murong Xue raised the price with a gloomy gaze.
The man's eyes lit up, then he shook his head: "No!"
"Twenty thousand!" Murong Xue raised the price again.
The eyes of the silver-faced man burst into bright light, and two contradictory emotions quickly merged in the bottom of his eyes. You press me, and I press you. After a long while, under Murong Xue's expectant gaze, he firmly shook his head: " no!"
Murong Xue's bright little face was so dark that it was about to drip ink, she glared at the silver-faced man bitterly and said: "You are such a stubborn elm lump, you don't want ten million taels of silver, but you want to take that one Ten thousand taels..."
"No, no, what I collect is not only money, but also honesty..." the silver-faced man said solemnly, with a little imperceptible sarcasm in his eyes.
Murong Xue snorted disdainfully: "You have worked hard all your life, but you may not be able to earn 10 million taels. I will give you 10 million taels, which is enough for you to live comfortably for several lifetimes. So what if you lose your trust once?"
"You can't say that, you must be honest!" The silver-faced man paused every word, with a little sincerity in his eyes, and Murong Xue was furious: "Integrity, you big-headed ghost, your integrity is to push people forward." In the pit of fire, such honesty, despicable and vicious, it would be better not to have...
"Who is your employer?" Murong Xue looked at the silver-masked man coldly, she couldn't escape, she always wanted to know who was the one who hurt her.
"This is a secret and cannot be disclosed." The silver-masked man shook his head lightly. Murong Xue narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at business affairs. Two silvers, you go and arrest that employer and sell it to Turkic!"
The silver-masked man stopped drinking, and turned his head to look at Murong Xue little by little, with a little bit of surprise in his eyes, a little bit of surprise.
Murong Xue glared at him angrily and said, "What's wrong? Don't you want to do business?"
"Of course not!" The silver-masked man shook his head, stood up slowly, walked slowly to the bed, and stretched out his hand to Murong Xue: "Bring the silver, I'll take your business." If you can't make it through, if you have a business that makes money, you will naturally do it.
Murong Xue stretched her hands to her sleeves, and suddenly found that she was not wearing a skirt, looked around, but did not see any trace of the skirt, so she couldn't help asking: "Where is my skirt?"
"Fall into the stream." The silver-masked man said casually.
Murong Xue frowned slightly, her banknotes were all in the sleeve pocket of her skirt, and without the skirt, she naturally couldn't get the banknotes: "You go to Zhen Guohou Mansion and ask the housekeeper Ge Hui for 100,000 yuan. Two silver, or go to Xiaoyao Wangfu, ask Ouyang Shaochen for one hundred thousand taels..."
The silver-faced man's face was gloomy, and he looked down at Murong Xue: "Murong Xue, you think I'm a fool. I asked Ge Hui and Ouyang Shaochen for money. I went to Zhen Guohou's Mansion and Xiaoyao Wang Mansion. Can I come back?" ?”
Murong Xue glared at him angrily and said, "Who told you to lose my skirt? My bank notes are all in there..."
"Stop, I won't quarrel with you." The silver-masked man interrupted her with a wave of his hand, looked at her lightly and said, "You can't come up with a hundred thousand taels of silver now, can you?"
"En!" Murong Xue nodded reluctantly.
"If you don't have money, it means the business is not successful. I won't catch the mastermind behind the scenes for you." The silver-masked man said arrogantly, walked back to the round table slowly, and continued to drink.
Murong Xue's face was gloomy, she glared at the man bitterly, and quietly looked out the window, only to see that there was no one else outside the window except for the open space, even if she shouted loudly, she couldn't call anyone: "What place is this?"
"No comment." The silver-masked man replied coldly.
Murong Xue's face was gloomy, she stared at him and said, "How long have I been in a coma?"
"A few hours." The silver-faced man said lightly.
Murong Xue's eyes froze: "Is this in the city, or outside the city?"
The silver-faced man lowered his eyelids and did not speak.
Murong Xue said angrily: "The scope is so wide, what does it matter if you tell me, it's not that you want to tell the specific location..."
"In the city." The silver-masked man replied impatiently.
Murong Xue's eyes lit up, and a flash of meaning flashed in her eyes: So it's great that I haven't left the city yet...
"Smiling so weirdly, you are not trying to escape, are you?" The silver-faced man looked at Murong Xue with raised eyebrows, a dark light flickered in his eyes.
Murong Xue shook her head, said with a slight smile, "I don't need to run away, because of you, I can't get out of the capital..."
The man's eyes froze: "What do you mean?"
"When you caught me in the stream, didn't you see clearly who was standing on the bank?" Murong Xue looked at the silver-masked man with a half-smile...
The silver-faced man narrowed his sharp eyes slightly, and the handsome man in snow clothes appeared in front of his eyes. He was Ouyang Shaochen, the son of Prince Xiaoyao...
"If I'm not wrong, the gate of the city has been sealed, so you can't fly." Murong Xue raised her eyebrows and looked at the man, the corners of her eyes and brows were full of mockery...
As if to confirm Murong Xue's words, a servant hurriedly ran outside the door, and reported in a deep voice through the door: "My lord, the city gate has been sealed, no one is allowed to enter or leave at will..."
The silver-faced man's complexion was slightly gloomy, and he waved away the servant, a meaningful flash of light flashed in his dark eyes...
Murong Xue was in a good mood, looked at him with a slight smile, and prodded unceremoniously: "If you catch someone, you won't leave the capital right away, and you'll still be lingering in the capital, chatting with me here, you're really drunk..."