The Dark Prince's Special Forces Concubine

After confessing the storage ring to his parents, Prime Minister Mu got two taels of tea from Mu Qingqing. He took Qin Yao's arm and went back to his own room to show his affection.

After taking a shower at the medical station, Mu Qingqing lay on the bed in the room with her legs crossed. She stared at the ceiling and thought:

There is still more than a month left until the Chinese New Year. My future husband will return to the court before the New Year, and I will marry him when he comes back.

I have to take advantage of this period of time to recruit people and also start to slowly plan my business territory.

Oh, how annoying! People are needed everywhere, and I just feel short of manpower!

Isn't it said that the time travelers in the past could recruit all kinds of talents wherever they went? I'll go dig around tomorrow, maybe I'll run into an elite! Now we have a mentor, all we need is a good horse.

As long as he had the people, with his experience in coaching special forces and Golden Triangle mercenaries in his previous life, as well as leading weapons and equipment, it would be a piece of cake to train a group of unique mercenary teams here.

The prerequisite for raising an army is to have money. This is a small matter. With my business model that is 5,000 years ahead of the wisdom here, I just need to find a few subordinates who are business geniuses.

Oh, forget it. I’ll just go out and try my luck tomorrow.

The next day, Mu Qingqing had just gotten up and hadn't washed yet. Qingfeng and others came to report that they had found the yard outside the capital city they wanted to buy. They let the master decide.

Mu Qingqing really didn't expect Qingfeng and the others to be so efficient. She wiped her face casually and went back to the inner room to change into a newly purchased men's robe.

Mu Qingqing was dressed in white, looking like a banished immortal.

The women around him blushed: This is really killing me! I didn't expect that the master would be so stunningly beautiful when wearing women's clothes, and so elegant and graceful when wearing men's clothes.

Suburbs of Beijing

Mu Qingqing looked at the courtyard in front of her: it was built on the mountain, with a winding path across the mountain.

It is winter now, and no one has taken care of the yard for many days. An old tree in the yard is shaking in the wind. The few dead leaves left on the branches are floating down under the cold moonlight and are blown away by the wind.

The area around here is deserted, with no one living within dozens of miles - except for a dark-decorated courtyard diagonally opposite that is about the same size as here. Two servants are sweeping up fallen leaves in front of the courtyard.

Mu Qingqing thought: What kind of idiot is this? Living in this godforsaken place? He is in the middle of nowhere. He can't be like me, establishing a revolutionary base, right?

Qingfeng led everyone into the inner courtyard. The courtyard was very large, with three courtyards and four sides. There were pavilions, towers, flying eaves and green tiles, and intertwined and winding roots.

Mu Qingqing nodded repeatedly and praised Qingfeng: "Not bad, not bad, Qingfeng did a good job. Looking at the luxurious decoration, the owner must have put a lot of effort into it. Except for the remote location, everything else is good. Have you asked the broker why the owner is selling it?"

Qing Feng nodded: "My Lord, I asked. It is said that this is the dowry of the wife of the former Minister of Personnel, Wang Shangshu. Some time ago, because of taking bribes, he was demoted back to the countryside of Tongzhou by His Majesty and can never return to Beijing. That's why he urgently sold all the houses under his name at a low price."

"Selling at a low price?" Mu Qingqing used her left elbow and her right index finger to stroke her chin back and forth, murmured in a gangster-like manner.

Mu Ran, Mu Qingqing snapped her fingers and asked, "Qingfeng, see how many houses Shangshu Wang has left to sell? Let's go pick up some bargains."

Anyway, there will be many more people coming in later, so I can buy some in advance as a backup, Mu Qingqing thought.

Qing Feng bowed and said, "My Lord, besides this courtyard, there is only one courtyard house in the capital that has not been sold. It is said that the courtyard house is often haunted, so no one has bought it so far."

"Haunted? I like to catch ghosts. Let's take over that courtyard house later. By the way, Qingfeng, how much did you spend on this house?"

"My Lord, the normal selling price of this courtyard should be around 18,000 taels. However, due to its remote location and the lack of a buyer for a long time, it only costs 8,000 taels."

"Good! That's great. We saved ten thousand taels at once. Qingfeng, you two did a great job. Now, you can go to the government office to handle the transfer procedures immediately. By the way, you can also buy the haunted courtyard house in the capital at a low price." Mu Qingqing patted Qingfeng on the shoulder and praised him generously, and took out another 20,000 taels of silver notes from her sleeve and gave them to Qingfeng.

"Yes, I'll go and take care of it right away." Qingfeng took Qinglei out to do the work.

Mu Qingqing took Chunxiang and others for a walk in the yard, made some plans in her mind, and planned to draw the blueprints after returning.

This courtyard is luxuriously decorated, and the exterior remains largely unchanged. The inner courtyard garden, pond, rooms for subordinates to live in, training grounds, and a series of other facilities need to be transformed into a military-style complex.

Since I'm here today, I might as well go and say hello to my only neighbor.

Mu Qingqing took Chunxiang to the neighbor's yard.

He ordered Qingyu and Qingdian to go to the dilapidated temples and other places around the capital to see if there were any suitable children (the specific requirements had been explained to them: a noble family background, talent, potential, and loyalty).

The servant next door was still sweeping the fallen leaves at the gate, Chunxiang stepped forward to greet him: "Hey young man, we are the new neighbors next door. This is my young master Mu Qingmu, who may live here for a long time in the future. I came here today to say hello to your master, please inform your master."

The servant looked at the two people in front of him, told the other one to go in and report to the master, and stood aside to accompany them.

I wondered: Where did this lazy young man come from? Is he mentally ill? If it were not inconvenient for the master to go to Beijing, who would be willing to live in this remote place for a long time?

Mu Qingqing, who was thought to have a mental problem, took out a fan from her waist and fanned herself slowly. She thought she was very cool and unrestrained.

Servant: It’s winter, and everyone else is so cold that they want to put on their blankets and go out. But this second-generation rich kid is actually fanning himself.

The pavilion in the yard is surrounded by translucent cloud-like gauze on all sides, fluttering in the wind.

Ye Nanli sat on a stone chair padded with several layers of silk cotton cushions, holding a cup of fragrant tea in her hand, looking ahead with empty eyes.

"Your Highness, I have something to report." The servant's voice came from outside the pavilion.

Ye Nanli asked coldly, "What's the matter?"

"There's a young man who calls himself Mu Qing visiting with a maid. He says he's our neighbor next door."

"Mu Qing? Mu Qingqing, the last name is Mu..." Ye Nanli murmured a few words, "It's one character different from my fiancée's name, could he be her brother?"

"Bring him in." Ye Nanli ordered.

After a while, several footsteps came in.

Mu Qingqing walked into the pavilion, bowed to the man facing her, and introduced herself: "My name is Mu Qing, and I'm from the capital. I just bought the yard next to your house. We will be neighbors from now on, and I came to visit you specially."

After saying that, he looked up at the man sitting opposite him. He looked heroic and handsome, with a murderous and decisive aura, but also a graceful temperament. He was truly a handsome man in the prosperous age. He really had his own aesthetic taste.

But the other person's eyes were empty and unfocused. Could he be blind?

Judging from his clothes, he was born in a wealthy family. He sighed: Here comes the God of Wealth! I have found my own expensive patient.

Mu Qingqing wanted to laugh out loud: What luck! I just visited my neighbor casually, and big business came to me. Hahahaha. . .

Ye Nanli heard the crisp sound coming out of the other party's lips, like pearls falling from a jade plate, which touched her heart. It must be a young man, and it was very comfortable to listen to.

Ye Nanli put down the teacup in his hand, looked straight ahead, and said in a low voice: "Mr. Mu, my name is Liu Li. I am from the capital, nice to meet you! Please take a seat."

Ye Nanli gestured with his right hand to invite others, while arranging for the servants to serve tea.

After Mu Qingqing sat down on the right side of Ye Nanli, she used the scanner to scan Liu Li's eyes and head: It's a piece of cake. This person's cornea is covered with a layer of poisonous film, which is equivalent to the cataracts of the old man in the previous life. A cataract removal surgery will be enough. But this time, it is the outer layer of poisonous film that is removed, not the cornea.

Of course, this operation is nothing short of a fantasy given today’s medical technology.

With money to be made, Mu Qingqing was very motivated. She promoted her medical skills to Liu Li: "Brother Liu, I see that you seem to be blind. Are you poisoned? It just so happens that I know a little bit about the art of medicine, so I can help you detoxify."

Ye Nanli clenched his right fist tightly, his veins exposed, and said in a gloomy face, "Oh! Can you tell that I'm poisoned? Can you help me detoxify?"

I thought to myself: Even the Godly Doctor Gu Xia, the King of Medicine, can't cure the poison I've been poisoned with. From the tone of the young man in front of me, it seems that he can easily cure the poison. Could it be that the person behind the scenes found out that I'm here and came to get information? If that's the case, there's no need to keep this person.