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Chapter 246 Chang'an Storm Bait

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    Chen Wanrong woke up early thinking about luring the enemy, and his genius was numb.  As soon as she got up, got dressed, washed up, and was about to go to the stable to pick up the horse, she was stopped by Zheng Qing: "Where are you going to walk the horse? I'll go with you."

    "No, I'll go alone!" Chen Wanrong flatly rejected her proposal.

    Zheng Qing refused: "You are alone, so people are worried!"

    "It's better if you don't worry than if I don't worry." Chen Wanrong joked and said with a straight face: "If you go again, no matter how powerful Mr. Shen is, he may not be able to protect both of us. You still have to go."  It's better to stay at home." Chen Wanrong would not ask her to take risks.

    Zheng Qing opened her mouth and wanted to say more. Chen Wanrong's face sank and said: "Be obedient or disobedient, I will" Zheng Qing rolled her eyes at Chen Wanrong: "What are you doing?"

    Chen Wanrong whispered in her ear: "I will be a man for once and make you, a little girl, obedient. Hum!"

    Zheng Qing wanted to laugh but couldn't. Her face turned red with embarrassment, and she lightly beat Chen Wanrong's chest a few times: "Then you have to be careful? If something goes wrong, run away immediately. Qinghua's feet are fast, so everything will be fine."

    This is exactly what Chen Wanrong thought. With Qinghua's fast feet, there was no problem in escaping. He nodded and said: "I know." The two went to the stable together and took Qinghua out. Zheng Qing walked to the door and repeatedly warned,  It wasn't until Chen Wanrong disappeared that he turned around.

    Changlefang's horse must go east, toward Baqiao.  Chen Wanrong rode his horse north, passed Daozhengfang, came to Jianchun Gate, pulled the horse's head, left Jianchun City, and ran straight east.

    When he came to Chang'an for the first time, Chen Zairong wanted to take his family to see the folding willows at Baqiao. He went around from the northwest to the east and came to Baqiao to see enough before going to Chang'an.  So Chen Wanrong was quite familiar with this road, but it was in the opposite direction.

    Chen Wanrong was not afraid of volunteering to be the bait this time. On the contrary, he was looking forward to it, which was a bit exciting.  As soon as he came out of the city gate, Chen Wanrong was not in a hurry. He pulled the reins of his horse and allowed Qinghua to jog freely, constantly looking around to find out where the assassin was hiding.

    "Is this person?" Chen Wanrong looked at the person walking slowly in front of him.  He is an old man with a gray beard and gray eyes. He cannot be an assassin.

    "Is this it?" This was a strong young man, just carrying a hoe and striding away in a hurry.  Maybe he was disguised. If you accidentally saw the calluses on his hands, he must be a farmer.

    Although being a bait is exciting, it is dangerous after all. It would be best to end the matter as soon as possible.  After looking at several in a row, none of them looked like assassins. Chen Wanrong couldn't help but feel disappointed.

    If the assassin doesn¡¯t show up, there¡¯s nothing Chen Wanrong can do.  With no choice but to pinch the horse's belly, Qinghua raised his head, neighed, and galloped towards the east, like a wisp of smoke.

    Breathing the fresh air, Chen Wanrong was very excited and arrived at Baqiao not long after.  Although it is morning, the farewell ceremony in Baqiao is still a scene, with many people saying goodbye here.

    Looking at these parting people, a feeling of reluctance arose spontaneously, with sadness on their faces, and Chen Wanrong also felt his nose was sore.  It's better not to stay in this place too long. When Chen Wanrong was about to turn around, he heard someone chanting: "The sound of the flute swallows, Qin E's dream breaks the moon of Qin Lou. The moon of Qin Lou, the willow color every year, Ba Ling is injured  Farewell. During the Qingqiu Festival in Yuyuan, the sound of Xianyang¡¯s ancient road is extinguished. The sound is extinguishing, the setting sun is shining, and the Han family mausoleum is missing."

    This is exactly the poem "Recalling Qin'e" written by Chen Wanrong, which he was inspired by when he first came here. He couldn't help but recite the poem "Recalling Qin'e". He didn't expect that there were still people reciting it, and he was very surprised.

    "The willows are turning green every year, and Ba Ling is sad to say goodbye. Brother Hou, please come back. I don't know when we can meet again!" A scholar in white wiped his tears and said goodbye, jumped on his horse, and strode away.

    Brother Hou covered his face, remained silent for a long time, sobbed, and waved goodbye: "The willow color will look new every year, but the Ba Ling injury will make people heartbroken. We will never see each other again, and there is nothing we can do! Brother He, take care!"

    Two more people who were leaving recited "Remembering Qin'e" and were so sad that they burst into tears.  The sadness was unbearable, and Chen Wanrong's nose became more and more sore. He pulled the reins of the horse and galloped away towards Chang'an.  After running a long distance, I looked at the passers-by. Many of them had red eyes. They must have said goodbye to friends and relatives in Baqiao.

    After a while, Chen Wanrong calmed down, thinking that the assassin would come and find those who secretly protect me.  After looking around, I saw that there was no one on the majestic city wall of Chang'an. I was helpless, sighed, entered Jianchun Gate, and ran straight to the mansion.

    As soon as she arrived at the door, she saw Zheng Qing coming up to her with a smile: "Are you okay?" She patted her chest and exhaled, looking relieved.

    "Of course it's okay." Chen Wanrong answered confidently with a high tone.

    ?Zheng Qing?My xinxing is not the kind of person who likes to take advantage of others.

    He agreed, what else could Wu Daozi say?  Chen Wanrong smiled and said: "For every formula, I will give you 20% of the profit."

    "Twenty percent? Is this too much?" Wu Daozi shouted first.

    Chen Wanrong has made it very clear about the magic of perfume. Once it is launched, it will definitely be very popular.  Twenty percent was a huge amount. Sima Chengzhen smiled and said: "My friend, this is too much, half of it will do." He just wanted to take a little, otherwise Chen Wanrong would feel guilty.

    Chen Wanrong smiled and said: "Taoist Master, I appreciate your kindness, and the matter is settled. Without the formula, no matter how many raw materials I have, I will not be able to make perfume."

    It is also cost-effective to divide Chen Wanrong into 20%. If we can create a batch of "noses", then there will be many varieties of perfumes, which will be more prosperous and profitable.

    Although his tone was calm, there was an unchangeable momentum. Sima Chengzhen did not insist: "Thank you very much, little friend." He and Wu Daozi took the raw materials to make perfume.  (To be continued. If you want to know about the funeral, please log on to www.qidian.com. There are more chapters. Support the author and support genuine reading!) (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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