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Chapter 217 The Prince of Flowing Water, The Iron Concubine 20

Soon, the auction will officially start

The first item to be auctioned is a Mid-Autumn Poster from the Jin Dynasty. Although it is a counterfeit, the handwriting of the counterfeit is superb, and it is 500% like the real one. It can be regarded as a treasure, and the reserve price is [-] taels.

Yan Ying looked at the lot with longing in her eyes.

Seeing this, Zhou Jiayi immediately started the auction and said: I bid 1000 taels.

Yan Ying winked at Yun Lu, and Yun Lu quietly exited the room. According to Yan Ying's plan, she found the shooter below. After a while, she heard a strange man from downstairs stand up and ask for a price: 3000 taels.

Zhou Jiayi uttered harsh words, she couldn't disappoint Yan Meiren, so she continued to follow the price. During the price bidding process, a few people came out to bid, but they were all scared by the higher and higher prices and retreated.

The first lot was finally sold at a price of 6000 taels. In fact, its own price was as high as [-].

After the Mid-Autumn Festival post was sent to Zhou Jiayi, Zhou Jiayi turned around and gave the things to Yan Ying.

Yan Ying opened the copybook and smiled at Zhou Jiayi, "Miss Zhou, I'm really sorry for costing you."

Zhou Jiayi repeatedly declined, and said in a low voice, "Actually, if it really counts, I'm sorry for you"

After Yan Ying heard this sentence, the smile on her face deepened by three points: "Oh, it turns out that Ms. Zhou did something bad to me secretly?"

Zhou Jiayi didn't expect her ears to be so sensitive, and said with a wry smile: "Miss Yan, if, I mean, if I do something sorry to you, will you forgive me in the future?"

Yan Ying pinched the copybook, looked at the nervous Zhou Jiayi, the crown prince who listened carefully, and the king Yong who put down his fan, turned his eyes a few times, and finally showed his face and said: "If you please me, I will do it right now." I can forgive you"

Zhou Jiayi tentatively asked: "Then how can I please you?"

Yan Ying put the Mid-Autumn Poster on the table, tapped it with one hand, and parted her lips lightly: "I like ancient books, if you can take pictures of all the ancient books on display at the auction and give them to me, then no matter what you do to me I will forgive you no matter what."

Zhou Jiayi's eyes brightened slightly: "Is this true?"

Yan Ying nodded and raised her tone: "I will never regret what I said."

Zhou Jiayi clenched her fists: If she can use money to make up for this guilt, then she can!

The prince also raised his eyebrows: If he can make up for this debt with silver, then he can too!

King Yong tightened his fan: Yingying likes ancient books, no matter how much money, I will take pictures of them for her!

Ever since, the three big dogs are ready to prodigal!

Yan Ying's sickle is also ready to cut leeks!

As the saying goes, money without emotion is a business, and emotion without money is a loss-making business.

For Yan Ying, if you talk about feelings and I get money, that's a good deal.

Next, the competition for ancient books and copybooks by famous masters at the auction will be extremely fierce.

Zhou Jiayi, the crown prince, and Yong Wang each occupied a corner. Whenever the auction came out, the three of them began to bid. Zhou Jiayi and the crown prince were still modest. You come for this one, and I will come for the next one. Yong Wang doesn’t care about that. Every time an ancient book comes up, the price is called, and with the gunmen arranged by Yan Ying to drive up the auction price, each item has been auctioned at a price ten times higher than its own value.

"Twenty thousand and one thousand taels"

"3 taels"

"..."

Listening to those people's nervous bidding, Yan Ying sat on the chair and smiled, as if she heard the gold coins falling into her pocket.

Crisp and sweet, what a wonderful voice——

In the hall, all the noble ladies looked at the prince, King Yong, and Zhou Jiayi as if they were crazy and spent a lot of money at the auction for Yan Ying's promise. They roughly calculated the amount and couldn't help but click their tongues: "The sum of these is estimated There are 40, which is crazy.”

Ms. Li looked at a certain girl who was eating snacks slowly on the chair, and said reverently, "In ancient times, there was a girl who was so charming with a smile. I didn't believe it before, but now I finally see it."

Princess Wen pinched the veil at the side: "What a smile, it's clearly a witch who is a disaster for the country!"

At the auction, with the crazy sprinkling of gold by the three of them, all the things they photographed were sent to Yan Ying. There were more and more ancient books and famous copybooks. A plain hand gently opened one of them, and there were delicate handwriting on it. It is exactly the same as Yan Ying's handwriting, but the handwriting is a little immature, and it was quickly closed again.

Yan Liang in the corner watched the auction items being displayed, and then bought back by the Sanjin trio. Aren't those familiar copybooks the same things that the elders of the family gave to the third sister on her birthday?

It seems that there is also a copy he gave away, so what is going on?

Two hours later, the intense auction finally came to an end.

The heroine spent 60 yuan, the heroine spent 20 yuan, and King Yong spent 50 yuan. After Yan Ying thanked the three biggest donors, she turned around and got into the carriage without looking back. The back view of nostalgia will be vividly displayed by the words "throw it when you run out".

On this day, Yan Ying took her things out of the warehouse, and then took them back in another way. During this period, she earned 130 million taels for nothing.

Yan Ying sighed: I am really an ordinary little genius who makes money.

The three people who were bleeding heavily from their purses just now were messed up in the wind, and they watched the carriage leave dumbfounded. King Yong recovered and chased after him: "Yingying, I'll take you home."

On the way, Yan Ying opened the curtain of the car, and refused righteously: "Men and women are different, and the order of respect and inferiority is orderly. His Royal Highness, since I am already a crown princess, I also have guards in the mansion to protect me. Sent, farewell"

The carriage left quickly, and Yong Wang, who was rejected by Yan Ying, was saddened in place, and finally went into a tavern and got drunk all night.

On the other side, Zhou Jiayi and Ji Moqian left the auction, and when they were walking on the road, they encountered an assassin. During the fight, Zhou Jiayi was stabbed in the arm. After the two worked together to solve the assassin, the male protagonist carried the injured Zhou Jiayi back home .

In the Zhou Mansion, the male protagonist came in many times and was already an acquaintance, but this time it felt like meeting each other in battle.

In the hall, a long knife was pressed against Ji Moqian's neck, Zhou Kuang's face was as cold as frost, with a murderous look, he gritted his teeth and said, "Your Majesty the Crown Prince respectfully welcomes you."

Zhou Jiayi was frightened, she stepped forward and grabbed Zhou Kuang's arm: "Second brother, what are you doing?"

The prince Ji Moqian is not a fool himself, he knew that he might not be able to hide the expression of brother Zhou Zhou's expression of wanting to swallow him alive: "You already know."

Zhou Kuang stared at him coldly: "It was the emperor who united with foreign races, it was the emperor who leaked the defense map of the army formation, and it was the emperor who killed my father and brother. Your Highness, tell me, how should I settle this account?"

Ji Moqian sighed, and said helplessly: "I only discovered what my father did not long ago. On the battlefield that day, I really didn't know anything. Otherwise, I would definitely prevent my father from framing Zhongliang."

Zhou Kuang cut Ji Moqian's neck with the tip of his knife: "This is the end of the matter, killing people pays for their lives, it is only right and proper, you are the son of the dog emperor, Prince Daliang, today, I will kill you to pay homage to my dead father, brother and soldiers."

Zhou Kuang's long knife fell, and Ji Moqian stood where he was. No one expected that Zhou Jiayi would stand up to block the knife for the prince, and the tip of the knife pierced Zhou Jiayi's waist and abdomen.

Zhou Kuang's father and brother were dead, and there was only one younger sister left. Seeing the younger sister was injured, she panicked and immediately pulled out the long knife in her hand: "Little sister, what are you doing?"

Zhou Jiayi twitched the corner of her mouth, as if to say, "Second Brother, I'm sorry."

Turning to look at Ji Moqian: "Go, go"

After Ji Moqian left, Zhou Jiayi covered her wound, her face pale: "Second brother, do you really have to kill him?"

Zhou Kuang wiped his red eyes, clenched his fists, and slammed hard on the pillar beside him: "If you don't avenge your father, it's too much for heaven. My Zhou family is full of loyalty, but I can't stand the power of a foolish king!"