"Exchange?" Xin Yi smiled slightly and looked at him slowly: "I don't think you have what I need."

The man glanced in the direction of the banquet hall and hesitated, "I know how Prince Dali died."

Xin Yi was startled.

Looking at this strange man in surprise, her heart moved slightly, "You mean..."

"You have the truth you want." The man said calmly.

Xin Yi pursed her lips and thought for a moment, then smiled softly, "Then tell me, what do you want?"

The man said: "Da Hua. I only want Da Hua. As long as Fu Jiuqu refuses to marry me, I will tell you."

Well?

Xin Yi was stunned. Wasn't Fu Jiuqu's refusal of marriage not obvious enough?

She looked at the man and woman in front of her thoughtfully, without expressing her attitude. As soon as Dahua heard the man's words, she immediately clenched her fists, waved them towards the man, and kept yelling at him in dialect,

When he got excited, he even grabbed his arm and pulled him out, as if to stop him——

The man pulled her away forcefully, looked at Xin Yi with red eyes, and said through gritted teeth:

"For Fu Jiuqu, Dahua is not important. She is just a chess piece to balance the relationship between the Song Dynasty and Thirty-six Holes. With or without her, it is just a pair of chopsticks for the back house. But Dahua is very important to me. I

You can't do it without her, you can't do it without her, do you understand?"

Xin Yi: "Do you think Fu Jiuqu will accept Da Hua?"

The man frowned, "I said, this is not important to Fu Jiuqu. Men will only make choices that are beneficial to themselves. The existence of a woman will not harm a man like him at all. If it is beneficial, why?

Don’t accept it?”

Xin Yi smiled: "Then what do you mean by looking for me?"

The man said: "Fu Jiuqu likes you. Only you can stop him. Asking him to make a trade-off between the two means which party's interests he has to give up. Don't stare at me and laugh, don't believe it... This is a man's

Consider, I am a man and I understand him."

Xin Yi pursed his lips as if thinking, and pondered for a moment before smiling softly.

"Okay. It's settled."

~

When Xin Yi returned to the banquet, Fu Jiuqu happened to come out to look for someone. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her standing alone under the eaves.

"What took you so long?"

Xin Yi hurried forward and said seriously: "Let's go, we'll talk about it when we get back."

Fu Jiuqu took one look at her expression, and then his black eyes glanced slightly into the courtyard, only to see a tall figure flashing past behind the firewood tree.

Fu Jiuqu curled his lips slightly, stretched out his hand to hold Xin Yi's shoulders, and hummed.

"Sit for a while longer. Then we'll say goodbye and go back."

It was already half an hour before the banquet was dismissed.

The chieftain, who had drank a few more cups, lost his composure and repeatedly asked Fu Jiuqu to express his loyalty. He stammered that Jie Dong would not associate with Nong Zhigao or betray his suzerain country, the Song Dynasty. He also said that he would convince those who were wavering.

The cave master surrendered to the imperial court.

Like countless drunken drinkers, the focus of his words was one: bragging.

He told Fu Jiuqu that he had a great reputation and there was nothing he couldn't do in this area of ​​South Guangxi Road.

But what he worries most about is his youngest daughter Dahua.

He hoped that Fu Jiuqu would take his youngest daughter to Bianjing and give her the title of concubine of the county prince, so as to bring honor to their clan.

A concubine is already a favorite in Jie Dong.

"Prince, this is my request, just one request. You must agree to my request... It doesn't matter whether you like her or not... just a concubine is fine... hiccup... a concubine is fine..."

The half-drunk chief roared and gestured with a wagging finger.

Dahua stood behind the wine table, watching helplessly as her father, who loved her and doted on her, exchanged his daughter's identity with his daughter...

It doesn't matter whether the prince likes her or not, it doesn't matter what kind of life she will have when she goes to Bianjing.

As long as she can bring back the title of "Prince's concubine" to Jie Dong.

Dahua's eyes were red, but the chief didn't realize it and was still chattering...

"The chief doesn't know something... I'm henpecked, so I don't dare to accept your daughter's money." Fu Jiuqu held Xin Yi in his arms and nodded slightly to the chief, "I've offended you so much, I'll say goodbye!"

After saying that, he turned around and left without looking back.

"You, you, you..."

The chief opened his hand, pointed at him, and sat back.

Xin Yi was held by Fu Jiuqu's hand and walked out, her heart still beating wildly.

It's not that he was ashamed, he was frightened by Fu Jiuqu.

It wasn't until she returned to the courtyard where she lived that the string she was holding on was slightly loosened.

"You are so bold in the tiger's den, and you are really risking your life."

Fu Jiuqu tapped her forehead and slightly raised his lips, "So timid?"

"I'm not worried about you..." Xin Yi glared at him, and suddenly thought of something, whispered: "By the way, I saw that man today and said he knew the secret of the prince's death..."

Xin Yi told Fu Jiuqu about meeting the man, and then said nervously: "I can tell from her expression that she doesn't seem to be lying. Come on, let's go find him..."

"No need to look for it." Fu Jiuqu smiled faintly, "You will see it when you enter the house."

Xin Yi was startled, looked at Fu Jiuqu's face, then slowly opened the door and walked in.

There was only one oil lamp left in the room. Under the dim light, a man had his mouth stuffed with rags and was tied to a pillar in various ways. He stared at Fu Jiuqu with wide eyes, full of resentment.

"Why is he here?" Xin Yi was surprised.

"I invited you back." Fu Jiuqu slowly fell down and spoke calmly.

Please? This is the perfect answer.

Xin Yi glanced at him and walked up to the man.

"The prince of Guangling County has just rejected the chief in front of everyone. I have fulfilled my promise, and it is your turn."

The man whined and screamed, shaking his head, and his eyes were so angry that they seemed to be spitting out fire.

Xin Yi smiled: "I will release your mouth and you are not allowed to scream. Only then can we have a good talk - you know, Guangling County Prince can refuse or agree. If you don't cooperate, I will ask him to accept it later."

Make your Dahua your concubine, and then take her to Bianjing to humiliate her in every possible way..."

The man stared at her angrily.

But after Xin Yi pulled off the cloth that gagged his mouth, he just gasped for air but did not yell loudly.

"Why did you tie me up?"

Xin Yi looked sideways at Fu Jiuqu and had this question in his heart.

Fu Jiuqu's face was expressionless, "You are stalking my wife. If you don't tie her up, who will you tie up?"

The man stared at him for a moment, twitched the corners of his lips, and actually smiled.

"My name is Ale, and I am Dahua's childhood sweetheart's cousin. I have liked Dahua for many years and have always wanted to marry her, but the chief wants Dahua to marry her."

Fu Jiuqu raised his eyes and looked at his still angry face, "Your Mandarin is very good."

Al smiled sarcastically, "Because I have lived in Bianjing for many years."

Bianjing?

Xin Yi glanced at Fu Jiuqu.

Fu Jiuqu closed his eyes slightly and said, "Cheng Cang, loosen your ties."

Cheng Cang cut off the rope, and Al immediately fell to the ground. It took a long time before he stood up, rubbing his sore arms.

Fu Jiuqu: "See your seat."

Xin Yi poured boiling water into the fruit tea bag she brought and brought it to him.

Fu Jiuqu sat without saying a word, and Ale was silent for a long time before sighing.

"People from the Song Dynasty used to collect the furnace bottoms where silver was smelted in Lingnan. I was assigned by the chief to go to Bianjing to do this business. All our silver and lead feet were sold to the people of the Song Dynasty."

After a pause, Al seemed to be afraid that Fu Jiuqu wouldn't understand what he meant, so he frowned and added.

"The Prince of Dali died on his feet of silver and lead."

Xin Yi's eyes narrowed slightly.

The silver-lead feet mentioned by Al are the Mitra monks.

And she remembered that Mitoseng was originally introduced from Persia. It was not until the Song Dynasty that the "Illustrated Book of Materia Medica" recorded that when mining and smelting silver in Lingnan, the "ash blowing method" was used to separate silver and lead, which would produce a large amount of furnace bottom.

That is the Mitra monk.
To be continued...