The Story of a Plane Merchant Selling a House

Ning'er didn't want to work in the old lady's room before, and wanted to be with the prince. The cousin and the head of the guards found a way to stuff her into the outer study in the front yard.

Who would have thought that she hadn't managed to climb up to such a high position, and now, after only three months of leisure, she was actually going to be sold out by the young master.

My cousin still has peeling skin on her face, but it is much better than it was three months ago. She still wears a veil in the house.

The head guard jumped through the window and saw the cousin running around in a panic.

"What should we do, cousin? If Ning'er is betrayed, she will inevitably reveal our true identity. Besides, we have been together for so many years, and I really don't want her to be too miserable."

The head guard picked up the kettle and poured a cup of tea. "Don't worry, I'll ask someone to buy her back."

The cousin heaved a sigh of relief. "Why are they suddenly clearing out the servants? I heard that all those bought by the mansion will be sold, and all the children born in the family will be sent to the farm."

The head guard sat at the table and stuffed the snacks on the table into his mouth. He almost choked. The cousin quickly gave him another cup of tea.

"The palace is short of money for the funeral, and the prince is secretly selling off his property, so the palace's monthly salary this month will be postponed to next month.

It was the young master who ordered the selling of the servants, and the children who were cleared out will probably be sold along with the farm."

The cousin was a little stunned. "It has come to this. I thought the empty shell of the Marquis' Mansion could still hold on for a few more years."

The head guard nodded and said, "You should use this status to get married before the mansion is completely ruined. We will find a way to deal with the rest later."

The head guard took out a bag and said, "The Tenth Prince has passed away. The Tenth Prince's Mansion has no owner. There are only some wives and concubines. The defense is much weaker.

I sneaked into the dark room of the study and found some evidence of the correspondence back then. It is true that the Tenth Prince was the one who leaked the defense map, but the most important person who brought them together was Zhang Boyan, the second son of the Xiangfu. Later, it was he who came up with the idea of ​​letting my uncle take the blame.

The tenth prince is already dead, and I can't think of how to take revenge for the time being.

But this Zhang Boyan is the person that the prince has been trying to curry favor with recently. We can use the prince's relationship to find a way to get into Zhang Boyan's backyard."

The cousin bit her finger and said, "I have met Zhang Boyan before.

This person looks to be over thirty years old but is wearing a pink shirt. I don’t know if he noticed that people were watching him, but he is imitating others by fanning himself and smelling the flowers, with his hair and face painted with powder.

The head guard sighed and took out a dagger with a strong exotic style.

"This is a token from a letter from the Oirat. Do you want to keep it or I will keep it for you."

The cousin took the dagger and said, "I'll take it. This Zhang Boyan you mentioned is indeed more hateful than the Tenth Prince. He suggested that my father take the blame, but it caused my mother's tragic death.

Cousin, what is the opportunity you mentioned to get close to him recently? "

The head of the guards took out a piece of paper, which listed the properties that the prince had recently dealt with.

"The prince recently sold two farms, two restaurants, and a grain store, and a small portion of the public property was gone.

It seems that he intends to take advantage of Zhang Boyan's plan to marry a concubine to give him a big gift."

The cousin frowned, "Does Zhang Boyan want to take this opportunity to marry a concubine? Whose girl was he originally going to marry?"

The head guard took the book and looked through it. "She is the daughter of the Shaoqing of Guanglu Temple, a fifth-rank official. Zhang Boyan probably saw that the girl's uncle's family is a royal merchant and very rich."

The cousin nodded and said, "She is of similar status to me. Is there anything I can do about this girl?"

The head guard scratched his head and said, "I can't find anything. There is too little information on the surface. Do you have any ideas?"

The cousin put her hands under her sleeves, touched her peeling skin, and gritted her teeth.

"The poison in my body is getting better, but I once secretly had someone try this shed skin. If someone takes it by mistake, it can cause a rash to last for three days. After three days, the rash disappears without a trace.

Cousin, can you get the girl to take it and delay the disease for at least a month?"

The head of the guards frowned, "How can you get such a large amount in a month? Do you want to peel off your skin? It will be very painful. Although this poison will make your skin peel off, can you bear the pain of peeling it off? I don't agree. I can go out and find another poison."

The cousin shook her head. "No, that would leave a handle outside. The power of the Prime Minister's Mansion is beyond your and my imagination."

The head guard sighed, "Then I'll make a few more trips. Don't hurt yourself too much all at once."

The cousin grabbed the head guard's arm and said, "No, you have to get it all at once, otherwise it will be very dangerous if you go again. I am not afraid of pain, I have collected some of it before."

The head guard gritted his teeth and jumped out of the window to guard. The cousin returned to the bed and lowered the curtain.

She lifted her sleeves, hardened her heart, and peeled off the half-shedding skin. She bit and swallowed the painful groan.

The head guard squatted outside the window and heard the cousin's faint moan of pain, her hand bones tensed, her teeth clenched so tightly that veins bulged slightly.

The recording stone that Qiwu retrieved only recorded the cousin staggering and handing a bloody porcelain bottle to the head guard.

Tutu touched his numb scalp and said, "Qiwu, you guys are all ruthless people, some eat their own sons' flesh and blood, some peel off their own skins alive, why are you all so extreme?"

Qi Wu sighed faintly, "Maybe it's all to save lives."

"Are you just going to watch your cousin harm others?" Tutu asked.

Qi Wu poured himself a cup of tea and said, "You may have forgotten that this Bo Nian was the one who came up with the idea of ​​capturing refugees to open mines. She is really not a good person. It is a good thing that the daughter of the Shaoqing of the Guanglu Temple did not marry her.

But we still have to go and have a look. It's not good for her to worry about disfigurement for nothing."

Qiwu rode his skateboard at night and flew to the residence of Shaoqing of Guanglu Temple.

It was late at night, and only one boudoir was still lit. A girl was leaning against the window, looking lonely.

The maidservant was cutting the lantern flowers. "Miss, go to bed quickly. We should get up early in the morning. Your uncle said that he has found a new groom for you and he will be here tomorrow."

The girl lifted her veil and touched the rash on her face. "I don't care whether it's good or not. It's best if I don't get married."

The maid disagreed, "Miss, don't say that. We have already exchanged engagement letters, and this is a done deal. If this marriage doesn't happen, your reputation will be damaged."

The girl pulled off her veil and said, "Are you selling me in exchange for my father's promotion and to protect the son I gave birth to? Why?

My uncle was also gullible. He was only after the dowry left by my mother and the money from my uncle's family. It was good enough that the Xiangfu didn't suck my blood. He also expected the Xiangfu to take care of him.

It is hard to say whether the tiger skin given by the Prime Minister's Mansion is useful or not. The previous imperial merchant Liu family was sucked dry by the Prime Minister's Mansion.

If you ask me, the previous situation where my uncle's goods were blocked and they were being harassed was a trap set by the Prime Minister's Mansion."