I'm Actually The Big Villain In The Book

Half an hour later, in the north of Yongding City, the Grand View Garden.

The so-called Grand View Garden generally refers to relatively large-scale gardens, which are often the residences of princes and senior officials.

And the garden that Wei Changtian and the others went to was actually the house of the virtuous king Lu Tingzhen.

Of course, after Lu Tingzhen escaped from Yongding, the place was empty, and only a few servants took care of the house, and the door was closed tightly every day.

However, what Wei Changtian and his party really want to visit is not the Grand View Garden itself, but the surrounding market formed around the garden.

"Pass by! All kinds of gold and silver jewelry are on sale!"

"Does this master buy a horse? This is a first-class purebred horse!"

"Osmanthus cake, peach cake, sweet and delicious!"

"Pear wood tea table! Taishi chair!"

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The scorching sun is in the sky, the voices are loud and lively, and the stalls are crowded on both sides of the road, without the bleakness of the troubled times.

However, if you listen carefully to the cries of selling, and take a closer look at the items sold at each stall, it is not difficult to find the impact of this chaos on Yongding City.

All kinds of gold and silver jewelry, calligraphy and painting decorations, tables, chairs and benches. Undoubtedly, these should be collected by traders from those who are eager to flee.

Because they were in a hurry to leave, the "recycling price" of these prices is definitely not high, and vendors can make a lot of money if they can sell them at a higher price.

So it seems that no matter what time, someone will always find a business opportunity.

Even in many cases, the more chaotic the world is, the easier it is to get rich.

Of course, this undoubtedly requires a certain amount of courage and courage, as well as a more accurate estimate of the future situation.

And obviously, in the eyes of these "speculative" traders, nothing major will happen to Yongding City.

"Master, don't you want to buy some jewelry for this lady?"

"The villain sees that you are from a wealthy family, and the lady looks like a Celestial Immortals. If you add some jewelry, it will be even more wonderful."

Next to a small stall of silver ornaments, a peddler was holding a few hairpins and blocking Wei Changtian's face to sell them frantically.

He spit all over the place, sometimes praising Wei Changtian for his extraordinary temperament, and sometimes praising Yang Liushi for his outstanding appearance. In his previous life, he might be a good salesman.

And Wei Changtian really stopped walking, looked at those exquisitely crafted accessories, and asked casually:

"Where did you get all these? It's not stolen goods, is it?"

"Hey son! Look at what you said, how dare we sell stolen things in broad daylight!"

The peddler cried out for injustice, then moved closer, and whispered mysteriously: "To tell you the truth, these are all collected by the villain from the servants of Prince Xian's mansion."

"The palace of the virtuous king?"

Wei Changtian turned his head and glanced at the red wall not far away, then asked with a smile, "Don't fool me, why did the virtuous king leave these belongings behind when he left?"

"Oh, the precious things are naturally taken away."

The peddler anxiously argued: "These things in the villain's hands are not worth much, and the virtuous king left in a hurry, so it's only normal to leave a few things behind."

"Too."

Wei Changtian smiled even more: "Then wouldn't this be cheap for you?"

"Son, it's true to say that, but the villain would rather not make this money."

Hearing the words, the peddler suddenly became a little more serious, and said solemnly: "Who doesn't know that the virtuous king was forced away by Wei Yanluo, who killed a thousand swords. If he could choose, the villain would rather be poor than see us This is how the Prince of the Great Hui ended up."

"Not to mention the second prince and King Kang who have returned to the West"

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In front of the righteous master, he yelled at Wei Yanluo for killing a thousand swords. As soon as the peddler said this, the expressions of the people behind Wei Changtian changed slightly.

Yang Liushi couldn't help laughing, Li Zimu frowned, and Zhang San's hand was already on the handle of the knife.

On the other hand, Qin He and Chu An glanced at each other quietly, with a little nervous expression on their faces.

It was obvious that they were afraid that Wei Changtian would suddenly kill someone if he got upset, so they wished they could step forward and gag the peddler.

But the two couldn't do this after all, so they could only listen to the peddler continue to mutter to Wei Changtian nervously:

"Young master, to tell you the truth, although the villain has no skills, if the eldest prince really fights Wei Yanluo, the villain is willing to donate all his wealth!"

"all?"

Hearing this, Wei Changtian suddenly interrupted with a smile: "Are you willing?"

"Naturally!"

The hawker righteously shouted: "Everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the country! Since the villain is a Dahui, he must not let Dahui fall into the hands of thieves!"

"Well said, based on what you said, I would have to buy a few things anyway."

There was no change in expression, Wei Changtian smiled and picked up a few pieces of jewelry on the stall and looked at them, and then suddenly asked under the delighted eyes of the peddler:

"Then what if you are asked to sacrifice your life?"

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The smile suddenly froze on his face, and the peddler's expression instantly became bewildered.

He was stunned for a long while, and then he stammered and said:

"My lord, you are joking, and the villain has never practiced, so the eldest prince, why does the villain need to work hard?"

"That's not certain."

Wei Changtian raised his head, and "analyzed" quite seriously: "Didn't Wei Yanluo say before that if Gongsun Yan died, he would ask the entire Yongding City to be buried with him?"

"Now Xinfeng has another 200,000 troops. If the city is really massacred, wouldn't you and I have sacrificed our lives for Dahui?"

"This this"

His face gradually turned pale, and the peddler's tone became more and more unconfident: "Wei, Wei Yanluo shouldn't really massacre the city."

"Well, who knows about this."

Wei Changtian sighed pretending to be worried: "He is such a ruthless person, what can't he do? Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just in case."

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The sun is still hot, and the shouting around is still there, but fine cold sweat is already oozing from the peddler's forehead.

He stared blankly at Wei Changtian, not knowing what to say.

The latter patted his shoulder heavily, raised a pair of earrings in his hand and asked:

"How much silver is this pendant?"

"what!"

The peddler who suddenly recovered his body trembled, and subconsciously quoted a price: "Two, two, two, three."

"Good money."

Wei Changtian turned around and gave instructions to Zhang San, and the latter immediately took out enough silver taels and put them on the booth.

The white broken silver reflected an attractive luster in the sun, but the peddler didn't even look at it, as if he was still thinking about what Wei Changtian said just now.

Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just in case.

How about running for your life yourself?

After struggling for a long time without making up his mind, the peddler had no intention of doing business at this time, shook his head, and was ready to close the stall and go home to discuss with his wife before making any plans.

It was only then that he realized that Wei Changtian and his party had walked a long way.

"hiss"

Through the gap of the crowd, he took another deep look at that figure's back, and then suddenly shivered for no reason.

And this tremor seemed to have some magical effect, which made him make up his mind all at once.

"Donate your life?"

"Fuck, daddy's not stupid."