Zhao Luran's eyes widened in disbelief: "Master?!"
Xu Yan said sternly: "If you lose, don't call me Master anymore!"
Zhao Luran: "..."
Everyone said after hearing this: "Mr. Xu is indeed worthy of his name! He is highly respected! Girl, if you are willing to accept the loss, hurry up and shout!"
"Hurry up! We are not bullying you. You proposed this yourself! You must admit defeat! Call me master now and say you are a coward!"
…
Zhao Luran glanced at Xu Yan and saw that his face was determined. She knew that if she was unwilling to admit defeat today, he would really not accept her as his disciple in the future!
She lowered her head in shame and anger, gnashing her teeth and whispering, "Master, I am a coward!"
The sound was so low that it was almost inaudible.
After saying that, she covered her face and ran upstairs.
They stayed here last night and booked an entire private room on the third floor.
Xing Nong didn't blame her for speaking softly, because she knew it was impossible to ask her to say it louder again.
She immediately responded loudly: "Hey, dear grandson."
The others wanted her to say it again, and they all agreed: "You are such a good grandson! If you study hard in the future, you will not be a loser anymore."
"My dear grandson, next time you see me, remember to take a detour!"
"My dear grandson, it's not your fault that you're a wimp! If you have a bad temper, you need to change it! Remember to listen to your grandfather's teachings! The one who teases others first is a slut! Keep your mouth shut, after all, there are always people better than you! Don't be such a narrow-minded person."
... ...
Zhao Luran rushed to the exhibition
Xu Yan glanced at everyone coldly, with a dark face, and walked up with a flick of his sleeves.
This year, the State of Chu can forget about participating in the Young Formation Master Competition.
Yang Xie looked at everyone angrily: "This is simply too much! Chu State still wants to buy our Zhao State's high-yield grain seeds next year? Kneel down and call us ancestors!!"
Zhao Luran is a talented formation master who is deeply loved and valued by the King of Zhao.
How dare the lowly people of Chu insult her like this? This is courting death!
Everyone: “…”
Have you forgotten that the Chu State still relies on the Zhao State to sell them grain seeds
Sure enough, impulse is the devil!
He looked coldly at the people who had suddenly fallen silent, and sneered: Are you scared now? It's too late!
Xing Nong said calmly: "Don't worry, that day won't come."
Yang Xie looked at Xing Nong like an idiot and sneered, "Will there not be such a day? Do you have the final say? Are you the king? Or can you cultivate high-yield grains? Next year, you Chu people will be begging for our grains. Do you believe that you will rush to get them even if the story raises the price? Just wait and see! And you just wait for your king to deal with you first! He might even chop off your head!"
After leaving his threats behind, he strode upstairs.
Everyone frowned when they heard this. The king of Zhao was shameless and might even refuse to sell high-yield grain seeds to them next year.
Or raise the price very high!
Wouldn't they then be sinners
Songbai comforted everyone: "Don't worry, we in Chu also have our own high-yield grain varieties, even better than those in Zhao!"
Everyone nodded and consoled themselves: "Yes, our Chu State will have its own high-yield grains one day, maybe even next year! From now on, we will not sell our Chu State grains to the Zhao State!"
"Why not? One kilogram of high-yield grain seeds can be exchanged for twenty kilograms of grain seeds."
"Yes! There will definitely be..."
... ...
Chu Tiankuo walked up to the shopkeeper amid the discussions and asked, "Are they the only ones staying in the private room on the third floor?"
He knew that Xu Yan and Zhao Luran liked to show off when they went out, and usually booked an entire floor of the inn when they stayed there.
The shopkeeper replied, "Yes, sir, that's right."
"What's the price?"
“They haven’t asked yet.”
Didn't ask? Great!
"During the Young Formation Master Competition, the rooms are in short supply, and the price of the private rooms needs to be increased. The price of each private room will be increased by a hundred times!"
"yes!"
After Chu Tiankuo finished his instructions, he walked back to Xingnong.
Xing Nong asked curiously, "How much silver was it originally?"
Chu Tiankuo: "On weekdays, the private rooms on the third floor are 20 taels per room per night, and on festival days, they are 50 taels per room per night. If we double the price of renting the entire floor, it will be 100 taels per room."
Xing Nong nodded. One hundred taels per room, the price would increase a hundred times to ten thousand taels per room!
"How many private rooms are there on the third floor?"
Chu Tiankuo: “Not many, ten.”
Xing Nong: "Next time the restaurant should open some private rooms."
Chu Tiankuo nodded: "That makes sense."
Xing Nong looked at Shen Nan and said, "Notify Yingkelou to increase the price as well."
In case they find the price is too expensive and run to the Yingke Building.
"yes!"
... ...
At dusk, at the Princess's Mansion.
From the flower hall in the side palace, Princess Changle's sweet and lively voice was heard.
"Sister, you are so beautiful! You look just like Second Mother! I feel a little ashamed of myself! It's just that you dress too plainly! Sister, I will take you for a walk on the street tomorrow. Girls should dress up well."
Xing Qing just smiled politely and said nothing.
At this time, Prince Yongan walked in, his eyes fell on Xingqing's face and paused.
Princess Changle saw him coming back and said happily, "Brother Tianhao, Second Mother is back with my sister! This is Sister Xingqing, come and meet Sister Xingqing!"
Shen Ruolan hurriedly said, "Xingqing, this is the prince! Come and greet him!"
Xing Qing stood up and said, "Meet the prince."
Prince Yongan took a deep look at Xingqing's beautiful almond eyes and smiled gently: "Tianhao meets Sister Xingqing."
Wen Ruiqing had just returned from the government office and walked into the flower hall.
Princess Changle stood up and bowed: "My daughter greets you, father."
Prince Yongan also stood up and bowed: "Father."
From childhood to adulthood, Prince Yong'an never called his father "daddy", but only "father", and no one knew why.
Shen Ruolan smiled and said, "Xingqing, this is your father, call him daddy."
"Dad." Xing Qing called out indifferently.
Wen Ruiqing frowned. Seeing Princess Changle saluting, wouldn't she follow Fu Yifu
He is indeed a child who grew up in the countryside and has no manners at all!
He then took a closer look at Xing Qing, a look of satisfaction flashed in his eyes, and his expression relaxed a little: This daughter is quite pretty, even more beautiful than Princess Changle.
Well, since she has come to Beijing, he has to train her well and take a good look at her future marriage.
This marriage is a good one and will be a help in the future.
Thinking of this, his expression softened a bit: "When did Xingqing arrive? Daddy had something to do at the government office and couldn't leave, so he just came back now."
"Just arrived about an hour ago."
"Live in that yard?" Wen Ruiqing asked again.
Shen Ruolan smiled and said, "Qionghua Courtyard. The princess personally led people to clean it early in the morning. Everything in the house was arranged by the princess! This child decorated the courtyard more exquisitely than the courtyard where he lives!"
The princess was a kind-hearted child. She actually chose the largest and best courtyard in the mansion for Xingqing to live in.
She was a little embarrassed.