Chapter 397 How Much Is This Life Worth?

"No matter what we try, they can't control it." Fucang said, his eyes became hot, "If the master likes it, my subordinates are willing to use a beauty trick."

Chu Qinghuang sneered: "The beauty trap doesn't work on me."

Fu Cang pursed his lips.

"But if you are the one who uses the beauty trick, maybe you can actually succeed." Chu Qinghuang said, and couldn't help pinching his face again, "The disguise skill is good, and you can look good when you pretend to be a beauty. He is just a little tall, but Chu Xuanyi could tell at a glance that something was wrong. "

Fucang frowned when he heard this: "I will pay attention to it in the future."

"Why pay attention?" Chu Qinghuang raised an eyebrow, "When you dress up as a beauty, is it possible that you can cut off some of your body?"

It seems not possible.

Fucang was confused: "Master, what do you think we should do?"

"What can I do?" Chu Qinghuang leaned on the brocade couch and asked leisurely, "How much is my life worth?"

Fucang was stunned for a moment, then cleared his throat in embarrassment: "They are too poor, and they are only willing to pay six million taels at most."

"It's really not much, shabby." Chu Qinghuang frowned, "Whose life is the most valuable on the killer list?"

Fucang was silent for a moment.

This question... feels a bit dangerous for some reason.

However, he still answered truthfully: "Master's life is the most valuable. During the hottest period of the year, Northern Xinjiang paid fifteen million taels, which was two years' tax revenue from the Northern Xinjiang treasury. This shows how strong their determination is to get rid of Master. However, No one has dared to take this business for so many years.”

Jiuxiao Pavilion's power spreads all over the world.

Seventy-eight out of ten masters in the world come from Jiuxiao Pavilion, and the killers are not fools. Their sense of smell is more sensitive than ordinary people, and they know who can and cannot be provoked.

Be clearer about what money can be made and what money cannot be made.

Therefore, even if the price increases several times, their wishes are destined to fail.

"The second is senior brother, worth ten million taels." Fucang said, "After the master abdicated, the Northern Xinjiang royal family thought that an opportunity had come, and secretly used money to buy lives, hoping to cause chaos in Dongling. When they took this There are quite a few people doing business, and all of them are top-ranked masters on the killer list. That year, the killer list fell the fastest. "

Although Xuanyuan Hao received the true inheritance from his father, he was raised according to imperial standards from birth. He never went to the battlefield and stayed firmly in the palace, so his reputation was not as great as that of his father.

Moreover, when he first came to the throne, he was only a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old. In the eyes of some experts, the young emperor was naturally easy to deal with. Unexpectedly, all the experts who went on missions died.

So in recent years, not only has the killer list declined a lot, but the royal family of Northern Xinjiang, which has always been restless, has also become quieter.

"When Beijiang spent money to buy the lives of my father and brother, you weren't even born yet." Chu Qinghuang raised an eyebrow.

Fucang nodded: "My subordinate was probably still young at that time, but these things can be found out."

Chu Qinghuang hummed and raised his hand: "Play me a piece of music."

"Yes." Fucang was about to retreat when he suddenly remembered something and raised his eyes silently, "Master's birthday is in ten days."

"Yeah." Chu Qinghuang looked at him, "So?"

"After this birthday, Your Majesty will be seventeen years old."

Chu Qinghuang nodded lightly: "I remember correctly."

"This subordinate is two years older than the master." Fu Cang narrowed his eyes, "Men with weak crowns should tie their hair."

Chu Qinghuang thought for a while: "The ceremony of weak crown should be presided over by the elders. When is your birthday?"

Fu Cang shook his head: "I don't know, my subordinate didn't celebrate his birthday."

"If you are just a shadow guard, then your birth date may still need to be checked, but now that it is confirmed that your original identity is the Prince of Yanguo, this problem will be easier to handle."

Fucang looked at her silently and asked for a moment: "The birth date of Prince Wei Heng of Yan Kingdom is recorded as July."

"The same month as me?" Chu Qinghuang was surprised.

"yes."

Chu Qinghuang thought thoughtfully: "So you won't be crowned champion next July?"

Fu Cang nodded.

"Work hard." Chu Qinghuang patted his head, "Try to leave before the crown is lifted, so that you can come back to me early."

At this point, she asked casually: "How high has the number of days in the ledger increased?"

"The increase has been slow during this period, and the total is six years." Fucang said melancholy, "Master said that if this task is completed well, one year can be reduced."

Chu Qinghuang raised his eyebrows: "What mission?"

"Kill Wei Heng and take back the identity of the Prince of Yanguo."

Chu Qinghuang was silent for a while: "Father, are you letting off steam?"

How difficult is this task for Fucang?

Fucang thought for a while: "I think Master's intention should be more than that."

Otherwise, he would also feel that this task is too easy.

"Yes, you have learned to figure out the master's meaning." Chu Qinghuang nodded slowly, "You can teach me."