The heavens start with letting the bullets fly

Chapter 612 Sun Shaozong added a beautiful concubine, Ye Gucheng entered the eunuch's den

This old bastard is really nothing!
She still wants to use my money to buy my fan.

At the end of the co-authorship, should I pay you for my fan?
Do you think I, Sun Chengzong, am a fool?
Thanks to you being my father-in-law, otherwise I promise to beat you to the brim.

Immediately said: "My lord, what are you talking about? If I had money, I would have left the fan for myself, why should I sell it?"

This Jia Amnesty is shameless, he has borrowed countless money no matter whether it is a high-ranking family or a small family, and he has seen a lot of rejections, and he can be said to be able to deal with it with ease. Huzi stared and said: "It's only 8000 taels of silver, you just push back and forth like this! When your brothers were poor and down, when did I let you go home empty-handed?! When you discussed marriage with Yingchun, I didn't stop you !"

Sun Shaozong immediately cursed in his heart.

In the past, he went to Rongguo Mansion with his elder brother to beg for alms, and what he got was Jia Amnesty's family.

This Jia She is not only a good face, but also an extremely stingy one.

Every time the Sun family brothers went to Rongguo Mansion, they never returned empty-handed, but they were all scattered silver coins, sometimes a few hundred copper coins, and they were put together back and forth. silver.

This time, Sun Shaozong and Jia Yingchun were engaged. Sun Shaozong didn't miss a penny from all the betrothal gifts.

"When my eldest brother was on guard in Beijing, every time the old man opened his mouth, didn't my two brothers refute Uncle Shi's face?" Sun Shaozong said with a smile: "Besides, this time is different from the past. I am definitely not holding my own. Money is the reason to fill the hole in the Liaodong army."

"how?!"

Jia Amnesty jumped up and glared at Sun Shaozong: "You mean, I won't pay back the money I owe!"

"My nephew dare not say that."

Sun Shaozong hurriedly got up too, but there was not much fear on his face, he spread his hands and said, "What my nephew means is, if you have this money, why not give this fan to the old man?"

Jia She glared, "You are the Prime Minister of Shuntian Mansion, and you have eaten the plaintiff..."

"My lord, be careful!" Sun Shaozong directly interrupted Jia She's words, and rolled up his sleeves with raised eyebrows!
This frightened Jia Amnesty enough, the Sun family's martial strength was passed down from generation to generation, if he was really aggressive, his first-class general might not even be able to match half of his arm.

Sun Shaozong raised his hands, cupped his hands in the direction of the palace, and said: "Thanks to the grace of the emperor, I have been serving the post of Fucheng. Do you want to question His Majesty?"

At the beginning, he was cold-eyed, and then he moved the emperor out. Jia Amnesty had 1 guts, and he didn't dare to say Sun Shaozong's words like "eating the plaintiff and the defendant".

So Dang even hesitated, shrank back, and said in a trembling voice: "Nephew, you and I have known each other for many years, how could I not believe in your character."

Sun Shaozong smiled coldly: "If Uncle Shi has no money, please go back! Anyway, the capital is so big, there are plenty of people who love elegance, there must be someone who can afford this price!"

"Okay, okay! Then you go find someone else! The old man is leaving!"

Jia She gave a cold snort, flung his sleeves and left the living room.

"My lord! My lord!"

Sun Shaozong chased after him and shouted twice, then sneered, turned and went back to the living room.

This folding fan will definitely fetch a good price.

Why sell it to someone who has no money?

Just thinking of this, Sun Shaozong suddenly looked back.

Just when he saw Jia Amnesty appearing at the door of the living room again, he stared straight at Sun Shaozong and looked him up and down, as if he had some resolution to make.

"Why did your lord leave and come back again?" Sun Shaozong asked with his hands clasped, puzzled in his heart.

But after thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't think of any other sources of money for Jia Amnesty.

"Shaozong, you are 25 years old, and you don't have a housemate yet, right?"

Sun Shaozong was stunned for a moment, thinking that you are going to marry your daughter to me, do you still want to regret the marriage and sell me again?
Even if you regret the marriage, you still have to return the bride price!
No, no matter how human this Jia She is, he can't do such a substandard thing!
Does he still want to put people in my house?
Thinking of this, Sun Shaozong thought about it, and asked tentatively: "My lord, just say what you want."

"This is..."

Jia Amnesty showed some hesitation on his face, but when he thought of the priceless jadeite folding fan, he still gritted his teeth and said, "My brother-in-law, Mr. Xing, has a daughter named Xing Yanyan, who is fifteen or sixteen years old, and it's time to get married." Now, she was born with a good appearance, and she is the most well-behaved and sensible. If I entrust it to others, I will definitely not bear it—but our two families are family friends, and I know you well, so I want to let her be Yingchun's younger sister. , married to you..."

Sun Shaozong: "..."

In almost half a day, the news that Jia She, Jia Enhou, the great master of the Rongguo Mansion, decided to marry his wife and uncle's daughter, Xing Yanyan, to his son-in-law, Sun Shaozong, spread throughout the capital.

But in Jia's mansion, upon receiving this news, Jia Yingchun could not make a sound, and Xing Yanyan was dumbfounded.

It was Mrs. Xing's elder brother and Xing Yanyan's father, Mr. Xing, who was so excited that he ran to Sun Shaozong's house the next day to eat and drink, and took dozens of taels of silver from Sun Jiashun.

"Don't worry, everyone, Sun Shaozong was so focused on family affairs that he obviously didn't notice that this decisive battle was at the top of the Forbidden City."

In the northwest corner of the Forbidden City, where eunuchs and Wumingbai mixed together, it was an extremely dirty and messy place.

There is a quiet room here.

Wang An, No. [-] person in the Supervisor of Rituals, said to the two people in front of him with a smile.

The two people opposite, one tall and majestic, are the leader of this place, Brother Ma Liu.

And the other person is Ye Gucheng, the teacher of Nanwangfu, the top swordsman today, and the head of the Nanhai School.

Only a master like Ye Gucheng can easily come and go in this eunuch's den without being noticed.

Therefore, Ye Gucheng is responsible for the news transmission between Nanwang Mansion and Wang An.

At this time, Brother Ma Liu was explaining to Ye Gucheng with a smile: "In the capital, there are originally three outlets for news. No matter what kind of news, as long as it is gathered in these three places, it can be analyzed clearly. This Sun Shaozong is from the Shuntian Mansion. The No. [-] person in the capital is also the Shenduan of the capital, also known as the 'Three Eyes Shenduan', comparable to the former Tang Di Gong. Now his attention is on family affairs, and obviously he has never paid attention to us here."

"Three outlets for news? Where are the other places?" Ye Gucheng asked lightly.

"One is Jinyiwei, but after Chen Zhao went to Jinmen, the efficiency of their Beizhen Fusi dropped by a notch, so there is nothing to worry about."

"As for the last news outlet, it is naturally our Manager Wang."

Brother Ma Liu introduced to Ye Gucheng with a smile.

Ye Gucheng glanced at Wang An: "I didn't expect Mr. Wang to have such talent, Ye is disrespectful."

"Master Ye, you're being polite." Wang An smiled slightly: "As slaves, we must be serious and careful in doing things, so that all boats will rise when the tide rises..."

"Brother Ma Liu! Is Brother Ma Liu there?" A loud voice suddenly sounded from outside, and then a handsome young man broke in.

This man was full of heroism, with a sword on his back and his hands in his sleeves, he came in and said, "Brother Ma Liu, we met an old friend and came to bother you!"

"Zhang Yingfeng? Didn't you go to Sichuan and Shu to learn swordsmanship?" Brother Ma Liu lost his voice.

The one named Zhang Yingfeng didn't answer, and looked at Ye Gucheng with a pair of eyes, showing a dignified look: "This is..."

(End of this chapter)