Chapter 42: Going into the eyes of money

She was biased and turned to the side of her body.
I thought that this person is clearly a shrewd person. How is it so arranged in the government?
Walking in front of the emperor, there have been many taboos, the emperor is suspicious, and you are holding the military power. Why don’t you understand the low-key way?
It seems that she knows in her heart that the man beside him is whispering like an unintentional slogan: "This palace, the father of the king."
"Hmm?" Liu Wei looked at him.
Rong Ling's tone is gentle: "This is the former Emperor's Mansion. After the death of the Second Emperor, this palace was vacated, and the Father was the Lord and gave it to me."
Liu Wei’s heart glimpsed and suddenly knew what it meant.
The second emperor of that year, after the battle for the position, fell into a serious illness, and after a few years of delay, he was seriously ill and died. She has heard this.
However, I did not expect that the Emperor Ling Ling actually gave the second residence of the Second Emperor to Rong Ling.
Sure enough, it is the emperor's heart, what is the second person in the eyes of the Holy Grail, although Rong Ling seems to be a beautiful scenery, but in fact it is also a nail of the dry Ling Emperor. This is a warning to him.
Liu Wei was silent at the moment. She knew that Kyoto was dangerous, but she did not expect it to be so dangerous.
The Liufu people who can be seen at any time, the crime of deceiving the monarch in their own body, under the imperial power politics, everyone is the chess piece in the hands of the superiors, the ants.
She comes from modern times and knows more about the arbitrariness and horror of this imperial regime.
In particular, I also encountered a suspicious and wise, unconscious emperor, Liu Wei feels that if he is no longer cautious, he will have to land his head at any time.
When she thinks this way, she is even more upset, thinking about it, and quickly finishing the things she has to do. It is the right way to leave. This Kyoto must be avoided in the future and never come again.
When she thought about it, she asked: "What do you want me to do, what is it? When can I start?"
Rong Ling raised his eyebrows: "How suddenly is anxious?"
"Since I am in Beijing, it is natural to do things right first." She said that she was righteous.
Rong Ling is undecided and continues to take her to the front: "Be prepared to prepare, ready to start."
"ASAP."
"Well." The man should answer.
The two walked for a while, and Liu Wei found that there were not a few people around.
It seems that Rong Ling is still not stupid. Although the emperor gave him a graceful and luxurious palace, he knows how to be deep inside. He is not really arrogant and extravagant, and he does not care whether he is a good person or a party. Simple and simple.
It is a wise man, not arrogant, not humble, not advancing, advancing and retreating, and having a profound idea.
If you change your mind and are short-sighted, I am afraid that if you really think that the Holy Spirit is important to yourself, you really take yourself as a dish.
Such people, often in the final ending, cannot escape a "disastrous" word.
Into the second courtyard.
The butler greeted him, and Rong Ling waved his hand and told him: "Go and pick up the Xiqiao Court. The luggage is in the outside carriage, so it's a good life. Then go to the Treasury and bring the four treasures."
"Yes." The housekeeper responded with a sigh of relief and left the yard.
The three entered the main hall and immediately had a prostitute to serve tea.
Xiaoli just took a sip of tea and suddenly put the cup on a small body. He jumped from the stool and ran out of the yard.
"Xiao Li." Rong Ling called.
Xiaoli did not stop, in the blink of an eye, the little figure has disappeared.
"Follow the little son, don't hurt him." Rong Ling told the woman.
The prostitute quickly chased out the skirt.
It is Liu Wei, who is not hot or cold, continues to drink tea, a piece of painting that is not worried.
Seeing Rong Li looked over, she only faintly added: "It is the pearl back, leave him alone."
Pearl Rongling knew that Liu Weiyang’s Wu Xing had not seen it for a while, and thought that the bird had stayed in Qujiang House. He never thought that he had followed Kyoto.
"If you want to raise a bird, how can you not raise a thrush, a budgerigar. If you want to raise a black star, you can't figure it out." Knowing that the little guy is unhindered, Rong Ling puts down his heart and slowly picks up the tea.
Liu Wei put down the cup, not salty or not: "Pearl is my family."
Rong Mengmei picked it up and looked at her.
Liu Weiyi doesn't care. For her, the pearl is the real family that comes with her from modern times.
She has not been able to go back to that era. She and the pearls have also become orphans, and they have to live each other.
Even if the pearl is just a bird that can't be anything, it has extraordinary meaning for her.
After a while, the butler came over with a box of exquisite boxes, and respectfully presented to Rong.
Rong Ling opened the box and placed a stack of silver tickets inside.
When I saw the silver ticket, Liu Wei was in the spirit, and the body was sitting up straight, knowing that the checkout was finally arrived!
Rong Ling looked at a few paper tickets and asked Liu Wei: "How much do you say?"
Liu Wei stood up and took two steps to him. He gestured: "Five thousand." He said, his eyes stick to the silver ticket.
Liu Wei’s mouth still does not forget to say:
In fact, this is already very generous. I don’t want adults to feel that they are doing things underneath. It’s very simple, but in fact, it’s very expensive. If you change your personal, only I am afraid that the effect will not be 10% in a year and a half. Moreover, the adults have taken care of the next father and son along the way, and they have already made a discount."
She said sincerely, two or three steps of effort, has stood in front of Rong Ling, his face holding a kind smile that has never been seen in the past few months.
Rong Ling wants to laugh, this woman, went to the eyes of money.
He took out a 5,000-dollar silver ticket and shook it in his hand.
Liu Wei looked at his hand with his lips, and the smile on his face could not be maintained.
"Adult." She spread her hand, meaning it was clear.
Rong Ling smiled lightly, looked at the silver ticket, looked at her face again, then put the silver ticket into the box, buckled the lid of the box, slammed, and closed the lid.
Liu Wei hung in the air in the middle of the hand, put his sleeves up, angered his eyebrows, sneered: "I know that you are not so good to talk about adults, say, how to pay?"
Rong Ling is funny: "Money, naturally pay, just want to see how to pay."
Liu Wei raised his eyebrows and sat next to him, trying to hold his anger: "What do you want to pay for adults?"
"The money and debts are paid."
Liu Wei snorted: "What do you mean?"
Rong Ling opened the exquisite box again, cut a stack of silver tickets above, took out an envelope pressed at the bottom, and handed the envelope to Liu Wei.
The butler next to the eyelid jumped: "Yes, this is..."
"Uncle Ming." Rong Ling interrupted the steward's words.
The butler took a sigh of relief and had to rest his mouth, but his heart was anxious. How could he hand over this to others?
Still a man.
Is this a fool?
Liu Wei looked at the interaction between the master and the servant, and then looked at the envelope, and brought some interest. She took the envelope and took out the things inside. She glanced at it, but she glanced at it at a glance.
In the next second, she shot the envelope on the table, and Huo Ran got up: "Yong Ling, what do you mean!"