Chapter 1 Prince Cui’s Mansion

Author: Peng Peng Peng can fly

Chapter 1 Prince Cui’s Mansion

In July, on a street in Huachang District, Jiangning City.

Although it is midsummer, a heavy rain yesterday evening made the whole city feel cooler.

Cui Ning wore a dark brown overalls and a pair of whitened leather shoes, and walked around the antique street.

"Can I pay 50,000 yuan for this thing? It's a fixed price!"

"Impossible, I spent 200,000 yuan on it, and you only gave me 50,000 yuan, absolutely not!"

The sound of a dispute in the distance seemed a bit abrupt in the quiet antique street.

Cui Ning became interested, and when he looked from a distance, he saw a group of people surrounding a stall not far away. He quickly walked a few steps to get to the outside of the crowd, and then managed to squeeze in.

I saw a man and the stall owner having a heated discussion over the price. The stall owner also had a piece of porcelain in his hand.

After listening for a long time, he finally figured it out.

The well-dressed man in his forties was the buyer. He happened to be interested in a piece of porcelain on the stall. When the stall owner saw that the man's accent did not sound like a local, he asked the man to bid first.

But this middle-aged man first offered 20,000 yuan, and finally increased it to 50,000 yuan. However, the stall owner snatched away the porcelain and looked at the middle-aged man with contempt, claiming that the porcelain in his hand was authentic Yuan blue and white.

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Looking at the two people arguing, Cui Ning's eyes turned to the porcelain in the stall owner's hand.

Although Cui Ning does not have a serious job, he has really studied blue and white porcelain, and dreams of one day being able to "pick up leaks" on the antique street.

Blue and white porcelain is a special name for blue flowers on a white ground. Its porcelain has delicate fetal bones, crystal clear and soft; its flowers are fresh and bright, quiet and elegant; its glaze is bright and clean, white with a bluish tint; its color is green and everlasting.

After all, blue and white porcelain has always been hailed as a treasure in the world.

Cui Ning recalled the description of the appreciation of blue and white porcelain, and then looked at the porcelain in the hands of the stall owner, the luster, the technique, and the "modern production", and he understood in his mind that the stall owner wanted to rip people off.

However, Cui Ning, who has been involved in society for many years, did not warn him. He was afraid of getting into trouble and turned to look at the stall.

There are also many small items on the stall, including calligraphy and paintings, porcelain, ancient coins, and turtle shells.

At this time, his eyes were attracted by a simple and exquisite bell on the stall.

The small bell is overall yellow, with many birds and animals engraved on it, many of which Cui Ning does not recognize.

"It must be an old thing!" Cui Ning thought to herself.

So while the stall owner was still bargaining with the middle-aged man about the price, he casually said:

"Hey boss, your little bell is quite pretty. How much does it cost? I'll take it home and let my daughter play with it."

He reached out and picked up the bell from the lower right corner of the stall, then raised his head and asked casually to the boss.

The stall owner was still haggling over the price at this time. He glanced at it without looking carefully and said casually:

"This is a bell worn by a princess in the Qing Dynasty. I spent a lot of money..."

Before he finished speaking, a burst of noise came from a distant street corner.

"The city management is here..."

"The city management is here..."

The unlicensed vendors on the street suddenly transformed into long-distance runners, pushing carts and packing items on the stalls, and started running.

The sound coming from afar also made the stall owner blush, and he quickly packed up the "antiques" on the stall, without forgetting to say:

"I'll give you a call. Let's talk privately later. The price of blue and white porcelain is easy to discuss."

At this time, a car drove over from an unknown direction. The vendors running around prevented the car from dodging, and it crashed directly into Cui Ning, who was still playing with the little bell.

"boom".

Cui Ning was knocked out and the world was spinning for a moment. The huge impact made him fall heavily to the concrete floor.

The surrounding screams and shouts resounded through the streets, but Cui Ning could no longer hear them. Not far from Cui Ning, the little bell stained with blood seemed to emit a strange light.

"Haha, I must have seen it wrong." Cui Ning thought before losing consciousness.

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After an unknown amount of time in the darkness, Cui Ning suddenly felt a severe pain in his head, as if something was pulling him. Suddenly, a baby's voice sounded, which seemed to come from his own mouth.

Cui Ning slowly opened his eyes and saw that he was being held by a tall man in armor, with a group of people kneeling next to him.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty, on the birth of your son!"

"Are you reincarnated? Looking at the situation, it seems that it is still in ancient times. It is best to be an emperor's home."

Cui Ning thought to herself with her big eyes open.

Thinking that the society in which he lived often featured time travel novels, Cui Ning, who was already down and out, was filled with envy.

"Maybe it's my turn this time, what a pity!"

"Please, Your Majesty, give the child a name."

At this time, a faint but unmistakable voice of joy came from the bed curtain. It was the princess who had just given birth to an heir.

"Well, think about my husband. If this child doesn't cry or make trouble, let's give him a single name of Ning. I hope he has a peaceful life."

The tall man thought for a moment before deciding on a name for the newborn baby.

"It's the same name as my last life. Is this fate?" Cui Ning heard the man's voice and felt happy in his heart. After all, the name in his last life had been used for so long and it had already penetrated into his bones.

"Send someone to the Imperial City Clan's Mansion to report that my youngest son has been born."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

The guards outside the door immediately praised him.

An hour later, several fast horses ran out of the palace and galloped into the distance. The huge "Prince Cui's Palace" on the plaque of the palace emitted a dazzling light under the scorching sun.

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It was winter, and a heavy snowfall made the entire Yuexi City wear a silver dress.

Yuexi City is backed by the Yuexi Mountains, and there are also mountains on both sides. Going west along Yuexi City is the "Zhenxi Pass", the first pass to resist the Shadi people. To the east of Yuexi City, there is only one official road leading to the Central Plains.

Imperial City.

Yuexi City occupies a huge area and can accommodate a population of nearly one million. Such a huge city is actually controlled by the King of Zhenxi, "Cui Xiong".

Prince Cui's Mansion occupies a very large area. A gate that can accommodate four or five people at the same time is closed. On both sides of the gate are two demon tigers carved in stone. Next to the demon tigers are two big men in armor.

These four brave men, about two meters tall, looked like devil tigers carved in stone beside them. They stood motionless, their eyes glaring at all the strangers approaching the palace.

Each big man held a long spear in his hand, and a green scimitar hanging at his waist, which was one meter long.

It was already winter, but the four big men were guarding the door motionlessly as if they were not afraid of the severe cold. Suddenly, four big men in the same clothes walked out from the depths of the palace. What was scary was that they were followed by two colorful black men.

tiger.

It turned out that it was not a stone sculpture, but a real wild beast, a colorful demon tiger known as the exotic species of the Yuexi Mountains. They were changing the guard with the four guards outside.

Outside the palace, the common people and nobles who originally passed by the road in front of the palace stayed far away when they saw this scene.

In a small courtyard in King Cui's Mansion, King Cui Xiong of Zhenxi was holding a cute and quiet boy of seven or eight years old.

In front of King Zhenxi, there were four or five people with their heads lowered. Four of these five people were dressed as young men, and there was an old man.

"Is it true that Ning'er can't learn martial arts?"

The middle-aged man was Cui Xiong, King of Zhenxi, who was much talked about by the outside world. After hearing the report from his subordinates, he couldn't help but ask again.

The people in front of them were silent. After a while, an old man stepped forward and said: "Reporting to the prince, the little prince's meridians are blocked and he cannot accumulate internal strength. Naturally, he cannot practice martial arts, unless..."

"Unless it's something, tell me quickly!"

Cui Xiong did not show his anger, which made the old man's heart suddenly tremble, and he could only bite the bullet and continue:

"Unless the little prince can take the legendary fairy elixir, cultivation will not be a problem, but..."

"It's just that this kind of thing about the Immortal Family has not been heard of in the Great Lie Dynasty for hundreds of years. It's just a rumor, that's all. Even if my Cui Xiong's son can't practice internal martial arts, he can become a great master and become a counselor and scholar.

, just in time to assist his brother."

Prince Cui seemed to know the answer, and then waved his hand. Seeing this, several people shouted to leave.

"Father, what is internal strength? Can't Ning'er learn martial arts?"

The little prince, who was sitting on Cui Xiong's lap, waited for everyone to leave and then asked impatiently in a crisp voice.

Cui Xiong smiled bitterly in his heart, but comforted him:

"Ning'er, please stop asking so many questions. Are you afraid of being my Cui Xiong's son for the rest of your life? It's just that I ask too much. Okay, Ning'er, you can do whatever you like."

Cui Xiong touched the little prince's head and arranged for his servants to take Cui Ning back to his room to rest.

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In a secret room in the palace, King Zhenxi was quietly summing up with four people with a stern face. Among the four people, there were some dressed as Confucian scholars, some looked like old men, there was also a woman dressed in gorgeous clothes and a young man wearing armor.
To be continued...