Shopkeeper Zhao smiled uncontrollably: "Don't be in charge, you can't go directly, but we can visit indirectly, such as finding a time when the other party is not at home, I believe that there is a letter from Prime Minister Jin, no matter what, those ladies will come out to meet us on behalf of their husbands, so wouldn't we see it."
Pei Xingjian blinked, smacked his lips and savored it for a long time, and finally sighed: "It turns out that things can be done like this, it is really a long experience." ” "It's just a little trick, and you can't get on the big stage."
Shopkeeper Zhao was humble, but he couldn't help but smile smugly.
Pei Xingjian was happy to find a new breakthrough, but he didn't care about Shopkeeper Zhao's rude performance, and waved his hand and said: "Okay, then do as you say, let's go and visit those ladies when we go back, and trouble Shopkeeper Zhao to prepare the gifts in a while." “ "No" Zhao shopkeeper responded, and turned around without any stop.
Two days later, the legend of the treasure mirror began to circulate in the aristocratic circle of the Goguryeo royal capital, and those noble ladies visited by Pei Xingjian naturally took them out to show off when they got the mirror, looking at the envious and jealous eyes of those girlfriends, enjoying each other's praise, so that these women who usually can't find a goal in life get some kind of comfort psychologically.
But then again, there are only ten mirrors sent by Li Muyun, except for the one given to Kim Seungyou, and the King of Rongliu of Goguryeo will also send two to him, plus the few sent out during this time, and the remaining four are left in his hand.
These four mirrors are like a hot potato in Pei Xingjian's hands, and countless nobles can't stand the pungency of the old ladies of the losers in the family, so they come to the door to ask for it, so that Xiao Pei doesn't know who these mirrors should be given to for a while.
But it is undeniable that the lady route is indeed successful, and it has been less than four days since she came to Goguryeo, in addition to the news of the treasure mirror, the most widely circulated news of Goguryeo's pseudo-Chang'an is that it has been a caravan from the Tang Dynasty, bringing the most refined treasures in the world, making Pei Xingjian's limelight unique in the pseudo-Chang'an for a while.
On this day, Xiao Pei was discussing the ownership of the remaining mirrors with Shopkeeper Zhao in the post house, and the director of the post house cautiously knocked on the door outside.
"Crunch", the door of the room was opened by Xiong Er, revealing his ugly face, and glanced at the curator: "What's the matter?"
The curator sneakily probed his head and glanced behind Xiong Er, with a hypocritical smile on his face: "Xiong Yingying, is Mr.
Pei there?"
Xiong Er didn't seem to like seeing this curator, and didn't answer his questions, but just continued to ask, "What's the matter with you?"
"Oh, well, no, nothing, just wanted to ask you if you needed anything."
Xiong Er hehe sneered a few times: "Hehe, there is nothing to be courteous or a thief, when you came a few days ago, you old boy ignored us, but now you come to ask for warmth, you want to make money and kill yourself" The curator was almost about to cry when Xiong Er said it, his head shook like a rattle, and he denied it: "No, no, no, the villain doesn't dare, don't dare." ” "If you don't dare, get out of here, don't get in the way of grandpa's eyes here."
Xiong Er pursed his lips and slammed the door shut, and scolded through the door: "The thing of the eye of the power." ” The curator stood outside the door with a sad face, and he naturally heard Xiong Er's scolding of him, but he didn't dare to have any dissatisfaction.
The director of the post house said with a long word, but in fact it was equivalent to the director of the local guest house in later generations, at first he thought that Pei Xingjian was just an ordinary Tang merchant, so he didn't care much.
But later he found that the situation seemed to be a little wrong, those dignitaries and nobles who couldn't be seen on weekdays ran to his post house one after another, looking for the same person, which made him realize that something was wrong, for fear that Pei Xingjian would sue him with a crooked mouth.
As the director of his guest house, those nobles who came here hardly even had to speak, and just one look could make him bid farewell to the royal capital and live a quiet life with his back to the loess.
The more he thought about it, the more scared the curator finally couldn't stand the strong psychological pressure, and planned to find Pei Xingjian to sell his house to him, so that Xiao Pei would find a place to settle in the pseudo-Chang'an, and it is estimated that he should not trouble him again in the future.
Of course, the sale here is actually the same meaning, the curator feels that if he says that he will be disgusted if he sends Pei Xingjian, after all, he is a character who plays with the prince and the prince, how can he take a property for nothing.
Just when the director of the post house was struggling with whether to knock on the door again, a panicked voice came from behind him: "Pavilion, curator, hurry, hurry." ” "Hurry up, stabilize the point." was angry at Xiong Er, and the curator directly lost his temper with his subordinates.
The curator's subordinates seemed to be frightened by something, although they were scolded by their bosses, they still panicked, pointed in the direction of the door, and stammered: "Pavilion, curator, someone is here in the palace, I want to see Pei, Mr.
Pei." ” "Bastard, why didn't you say it earlier" When the curator heard that someone was coming from the palace, his face turned pale all of a sudden, and he kicked his subordinates on the heel, spread his legs and ran outside.
Just a few nobles had already frightened him, and now even the emperor in the palace had already sent someone, which was enough to show the importance of Pei Xingjian and his party, and the curator had already regretted at the moment and wanted to take out his intestines to see if it was cyan.
Three or five breaths of effort, usually walking almost takes tea time to turn out of the road was run by the curator, under the fear of the curator after running this section of the road did not change his face did not change, his heart did not beat, and he could even hold up a cheap smile.
However, the eunuch who was waiting at the door didn't give him this face, and sneered and sneered: "Curator Bu seems to be very busy." ” "Father-in-law, father-in-law, I" the curator wanted to explain, but he couldn't find any reason for it in a short time.
The eunuch at the door didn't wait for the curator to finish speaking, and waved his hand to interrupt him: "Okay, you don't need to explain, lead the way quickly, Niangniang wants to see Mr.
Pei from Datang, delay and be careful of your head." ” "Hey, hey."
The cold sweat on the curator's head couldn't stop flowing down, and while nodding, he turned to lead the way in front.
This businessman surnamed Pei has already reached the sky, and even the lady in the palace has to summon him, if he is a person who holds grudges, it is estimated that his little life will not be saved.
The curator led the way with his back to the eunuch in front, but his heart was turning over the river and the sea, and he wanted to ask which lady was going to summon this little ancestor from the Tang Dynasty, but the words came to his mouth and swallowed back.
In fact, he himself knew that even the most inconspicuous lady in the palace wanted to kill him, the director of the guest house, without even a look
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