The flowers on the street are smiling, but the dark light in their eyes is clearly out, and they are erratic. Qian Lin and the grain merchants' hearts are also up and down.
She picked up the tea cup on the table and took a sip of tea. Then she spoke without hesitation: "empty talk, it's always time to show some sincerity."
Everyone's eyes immediately fell on Qian Lin.
"My princess, you've got to get around me." Qian Lin's face was wrinkled into bitter gourd, and he was about to cry. "The people you sent only used 6000 Liang to buy all my grain, but I didn't dare to give up half of the price. Now it's only the old capital. Isn't this sincerity enough?"
What he said was half false, and the guilty feeling at the bottom of his eyes was obvious.
Mo Shanghua was more surprised, more curious, who did it, and didn't reveal half of it.
How strange in the heart, her beautiful cheek is still calm like a water mirror, but her voice is cold. "If you are so sincere, it's better to take back your grain."
"Don't say that, princess." Qian Lin's face suddenly changed. He quickly knelt down, bit his teeth, and opened his mouth like: "I, I also take out half of my field to honor you."
Now Mo Shanghua is his only life-saving straw. If she does not care about him, his hard-working family business will be completely destroyed in his hands.
How could he give up all this?
Qian Lin's move is just like a big pot she sent when she was in a stew pot, which can solve her urgent need.
In the heart has come to a conclusion, but the flower is still deliberately drooping eyes, pretending to think.
After a while, she raised her head. Her eyes swept over the food merchants who were sitting separately. Suddenly, she changed the topic, "by the way, Zhang Wan is still in your house now?"
Qian Lin thought that the story of Mo Shanghua was about to be mentioned again. He was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat on his forehead. He quickly rejected, "he disappeared a few days ago. Maybe he offended someone and was found by his enemies."
Although the reason is far fetched, it still plays a role. The faces of those grain merchants can't help changing, and their minds turn again.
"In that case, let's get up in charge of money. In the future, we will still be in charge of King Yu's house. You can still decide the matter of grain in Wujun." After a pause, her voice suddenly turned, and she looked at the other grain merchants with no smile. "You've been thinking about it for a long time, but now you think about it?"
After a long silence, councillor Lu took the lead and stood up one after another. In the end, they agreed to what Mo Shanghua had said and expressed their willingness to listen to her at any time.
With these people's assurance, Mo Shanghua was relieved. Qian Lin and other grain merchants moved fast enough, and the promised rice was soon delivered to him. Now his urgent need was temporarily solved.
Just, spend in the room for a long time, always want to do not understand, who helped him so much.
After thinking about it, the only figure looming in her heart was the cloak man, that is, Yan Beicheng.
Thinking of this, she seems to be eager to verify, quickly called Qin Ya in, "Qin ya, do you know where the LORD went today?"
Qin Ya had a strange look at the flower on the street. She seemed to be hesitant. After a while, she said in a low voice: "Lord, Lord, I've been staying in the flower street all day today, with the flower boy."
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