The villain is far from my CP!

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, the emperor worships the ancestors, accompanied by all the officials.

When the morning light was twilight and the sun was about to rise, the Taihe Bell rang in the Zichen Hall, and the high-pitched and sharp voice of the Zhongguan woke up the entire palace city.

The drowsy officials outside the palace gate woke up in a jerk, bowed and lined up, waiting for Emperor Huisheng to drive.

Worshiping ancestors is boring and the process is complicated. Getting up and kneeling makes people miserable.

Fortunately, this year is a small year, but it will be over in three hours, the emperor drives back to the palace, and the rest is for the officials to take this opportunity to pay New Year greetings to each other.

Qi Changting and Qi Jingmin both mixed in the crowd, accepting compliments from everyone.

After all, the two princes have reached their age, and it is almost time to marry a concubine or take a concubine.

But those who are interested found that the third prince was completely absent-minded today, and began to lose his mind calmly while talking.

Someone pretended to be smart, rushed to show courteousness, and asked whether the third highness had worked too much for the ancestor worship ceremony recently, and should take care of his body and make up for it.

It stands to reason that it was just a courtesy, but who would have thought that the Third Highness would accept it with a smile after hearing this.

"I've been really tired recently, so I'll take my leave first, my lords, feel free."

After Qi Changting finished speaking, he ran away, leaving no room for everyone to keep him.

The man who spoke just now had an embarrassing expression, and his face was flushed red by the stares of other colleagues around him.

Qi Changting didn't care what the officials were like. The young man boarded the carriage, rarely indulged himself, and slumped on the back of the chair.

The corner of his lips couldn't help a faint smile.

He slowly raised his hand and rubbed his lips, as if the soul-stirring feeling from last night was still on it.

The girl's forehead was like the moon fished out of the water, boiled into a piece of warm jade, which was printed on the most pressing part of his heart.

It's just a pity...

The young man's expression was a little dazed.

With a single thought, he never touched the place that really captured his soul.

I don't know...

I don't know how it will feel.

I also don't know when he will be able to get her to take the initiative to favor him openly and aboveboard.

"Your Highness, where are we going?" He Cheng's voice interrupted the boy's thoughts.

Qi Changting paused for a moment, and wanted to go to Ganfang Cabinet, but before he could say anything, the sound of horseshoes suddenly came from behind him.

The shoe is also exquisite, with different materials and different horses, the sound is also very different.

The young man pursed his lips lightly, and swallowed back the words he hadn't spoken yet.

"Chang Ting? Why didn't you ride your black horse in a carriage today?" A disgusting voice sounded from outside the carriage.

Only Qi Jingmin dared to call Qi Changting's name in public.

The young man sat on the horse, half a body taller than the carriage, looking down at the carriage from a height, his eyes were full of contemptuous smiles, and there was a hint of scrutiny.

His younger brother is unbelievably peaceful when he returns to Dongdu, but he often sees the beginning and the end, and he doesn't know what he is busy with?

However, the people in the car ignored him.

Qi Jingmin's face was a little ugly, but his voice still sounded respectful, "Chang Ting?"

There was still no one answering in the car, Qi Jingmin couldn't hold back anymore, he leaned slightly from his horse, and was about to lift the curtain with the folding fan in his hand, but at this moment something happened suddenly.

The first mount of the closest attendant behind him neighed suddenly, raised its front hooves high, and jumped wildly.

The whole convoy was in a mess, and the horse's hard hoof fell, aiming at Qi Jingmin's head.

"Your Highness, get out of the way!" The attendants were shattered, but they couldn't save him in time, not to mention that Qi Jingmin had just leaned out to lift the curtain, his center of gravity was shifted, and he couldn't exert any strength in his waist, so he fell directly to the ground.

Qi Jingmin almost heard the scarlet wind howling in the back of his head.

The horses he brought were all war horses that the Northern Huns paid tribute to. A strenuous step on them could crush the ancient trees surrounded by the two, not to mention the fragile human skulls?

At this moment, he really felt the coming of death.

The first prince in history who was trampled to death outside the Taimiao?

How absurd!

Just when all kinds of thoughts were flying through Qi Jingmin's mind——

Clang!

The sound of gold and iron intersecting exploded in my ears.

In the carriage that was quiet just now, a jet-black scabbard suddenly stretched out, right in front of the horse's hooves, firmly supporting the pair of iron hooves.

At this time, the iron palm glowing with cold light was only a finger away from the young man's terrified and ferocious face.

The strong wind lifted the curtains, revealing the side face of the boy with a gentle smile.

"Brother, that's why you need to take a carriage."

The Taimiao is solemn and solemn, and the war horses are irritable and irritable. Once something happens, won't it destroy the purity of the ancestors?

Your Majesty is running around so chicly, do you think you are in a hunting ground?

There is no need to say too much, whether this crime is serious or not, it depends on the emperor's mood.

But Qi Jingmin's pupils narrowed sharply, but he had no time to care about what Qi Changting said.

He moved his eyes stiffly away from the hoof that nearly crushed him, and looked at the young man who was separated by a curtain.

The young man raised his right arm horizontally, holding only a short part behind the scabbard in his hand, without even a grip, and easily blocked the force of the horse's stampede.

Even, he was still smiling, as if the shoe was no more than a glass of water, and he picked it up easily.

This, what kind of arm strength.

Him, his martial arts, when!

"Your Highness, Your Highness!" The attendants finally stabilized their horses, rushed over with pale faces, and helped Qi Jingmin up from the ground.

"Hurry up and call the imperial physician, it's probably still inside."

The young man did not forget to remind them with a smile.

The attendants thanked and apologized again and again.

If it wasn't for His Highness the Third Highness, His Highness would be disabled if he didn't die today, they would all have to be buried with him!

In the midst of flying around, the carriage started again.

The boy gently put the folding fan hidden in his left sleeve back on the table, and slowly kneaded his already swollen right wrist.

——The horse's frightened step, even if it was him, it would be difficult to block it with brute force.

But he didn't want to wait for a more suitable opportunity.

I have been keeping a low profile in martial arts for many years, now that I plan to make a comeback, I will do it thoroughly.

Qi Jingmin relies on money and food on the surface and secretly, but he doesn't want to do that.

Secretly, Baiqiao was planning money and food for him, so he wanted to grab something more attractive in the open.

—For example, military power.

In the past, he might not have dared to reveal his abilities so early, but now he is also the prince with someone behind him.

Even for that person, he didn't want to wait any longer.

He Cheng didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, and finally opened his mouth at this time.

"Where is Your Highness going next?" He continued the topic just now, as if nothing had happened.

"Go back to the house." The boy's faint voice came out.

He Chengying is.

In the car, the young man took a deep breath and leaned back in the seat.

The original charm was torn to pieces by Qi Jingmin, he finally remembered his identity.

It's all delusional.

So what if she likes him?

The world is turbid, and his whole body is even more muddy. How dare he dare to let her come to him.

The boy's left hand on his right wrist suddenly clenched violently, and a fine layer of cold sweat oozes from his forehead due to the severe pain.

On the sixteenth day of the first lunar month, the New Year's Eve is finally over.

In Baiqiao's first New Year in the Eastern Capital, there are Bai Xiao, Yue Lan, and Gan Fang's fellows, and they are not alone at all.

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, Qi Tonghe gave them a day off, and Bai Qiao tried every means to lure Bai Xiao to take her to Changle Street - she had inquired, and the Prime Minister's Mansion was at the intersection of this street.

It's a pity, what Qi Changting said was indeed correct, the high-ranking households in the prime minister's mansion, not to mention the maidservants, even the laborers who do odd jobs are the ones who have signed the contract of prostitution.

Although Bai Qiao wanted to win CP, it was impossible for him to hand over his body deed to others for the sake of CP, so he had to stop thinking completely.

On the second day, Qianfang Cabinet officially entered the new year.

With all the foundations laid before, the merchants in Dongdu finally cautiously stretched out their tentative fingers and knocked on the door of Qianfang Yajian.

In the past three months, Baiqiao has broken up the modern way of reading books, and taught them all to the folks who are good at math.

Coupled with the "simpleness" of the ancient merchants, these apprentices who have just graduated from the teacher have no pressure to deal with it.

On the first day, one family came to deposit money, and three families came to borrow money;

On the second day, two families deposited silver and five families borrowed silver;

Ten days later, Qian Fang signed a total of 5000 merchants' bank deposit contracts, with a total amount of [-] taels of silver.

But after that, the number of people depositing silver dropped significantly.

5000 taels, this figure is not high. Back in Jiangdu, for disaster relief, nearly [-] taels of silver had to be invested a day.

But it has far exceeded Baiqiao's expectations.

This afternoon, Qi Tonghe found her, looking a little worried.

"It's only been ten days, and the number of people depositing silver has gradually decreased, and there is no way to continue."

Qi Tonghe has already thoroughly understood Baiqiao's method of earning the interest rate difference, so he naturally knows that if no one deposits silver and can't get out the silver to borrow, the whole chain will stagnate.

"Don't worry, shopkeeper." However, Bai Qiao still smiled, "At the beginning, it's better to have fewer people depositing money."

"?" Qi Tonghe was puzzled.

However, Bai Qiao didn't intend to explain directly. He turned to Yue Lan beside him and said, "Go and inform them, let them finish the work at hand, and come and report the results."

"They" meant the guys, of course.

These 11 people were originally responsible for analyzing the direction of bank transfers in the major commercial departments in the Eastern Capital. Now they have adapted well, but it still took ten days to check half of the merchants on hand.

The 11 people lined up in front of Qi Tonghe and Baiqiao, and talked about the situation of the merchants in their hands one by one.

As a result, the first person hesitated.

"I have received accounts from ten merchants in total..." He turned his head and glanced at his companions, and said truthfully, "But I feel that there is only one that will be able to pay back the silver in the future."

Among the account books of these merchants, half of them don't even match the numbers, and the remaining half are doing very well, at least no trace of fraud can be seen from the accounts.

But if they asked them according to the method Bai Qiao taught them, they would reveal everything.

Some merchants seem to be booming, but they are actually selling on credit. The shopkeeper swears that the money will be recovered in the future, but he wants to have a look at the credit sales records. Hey, he found a white note from 20 years ago at the bottom. Come.

What else can this do?I just want to ask if he is still alive?

There are also some merchants who brought the account books for three years since they opened, saying that although their business does not seem to be doing well, it is all due to accidents.

In the first year, the naughty children in the village opened the pen gate, and all the livestock ran into the deep mountains. The livestock ignited the fire, knocked down the gate, and ran into the mountains again.

And the reason why this merchant came to borrow money was to build a solid circle door.

How dare such a person lend him money? !

Bai Qiao almost spit out the tea when he heard a puff, and waved his hands to let the people behind continue talking, but the results were similar.

Different merchants have different stories, but they are all very unreliable.

Qi Tonghe: "..."

Shopkeeper Qi sighed and understood what Bai Qiao meant.

Qianfang has to pay interest according to the contract after receiving the deposit, but he can't find a suitable lender at the moment.

The dry party has no source of interest, so what is the interest rate difference?

Bai Qiao finished drinking his tea and cleared his throat.

"There's no need to be so pessimistic, isn't there a few families left?"

The girl beckoned and asked them to bring up their favorite account book.

"Is this...for a funeral?"

Bai Qiao took his quill pen to write and draw. He was very interested at first, but after that, there was a bit of doubt in his eyes.

The guys were right, the store did look nice, but why did she always feel... something was wrong.