Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

The hawker hurriedly stood up, his face filled with pleasing smiles.

"His Royal Highness, please spare the villain once, the villain has clumsy eyes and can't see that this is a treasure."

"If you are willing, the villain will go bankrupt, plus all these antiques on the stall, can you buy this sword of yours?"

The hawker stood up straight and almost raised his fingers to swear.

"The villain promises that he will cherish this sword!"

Gu Nuo'er blinked at him, her small face was tender and delicate, and her expression was calm.

"You are a wandering merchant. You don't cherish things when they are in your hands. I'm afraid they are all up for sale. You want to take my grandfather's name and continue to make money."

"If this sword is given to you, it will be called forever."

The little guy said and snorted: "Besides, most of your stalls are fakes."

She reached out and pointed to the painting that had just been severed.

"What is the work of the Eleventh Prince, my brother has never painted this kind of painting at all, it is full of loopholes, you are cheating under the guise of your name, I can even report to the officials to arrest you!"

The peddler hugged his head in fright and begged for mercy: "The villain is also trying to support his family, so he won't dare any more. Her Royal Highness, please spare your life!"

Gu Nuo'er didn't plan to really punish him.

But he taught a lesson verbally: "If you are caught by me again in the future, your life will be hard to save!"

"Yes, yes, the villain follows the princess's teachings!"

The crowd continued to sigh.

What this small vendor said just now has noses and eyes, but it turns out that most of them are fakes!

Dare to spread rumors that the painting is the work of the Eleventh Prince, I'm not afraid of losing my life!

For fear that Gu Nuoer would go back and punish him.

The peddler hurriedly bid farewell.

Don't want the things on the stall, because those are not valuable at all, and it doesn't hurt to lose them!

The wealthy businessman who Gu Nuoer had helped just now also spoke quickly.

"His Royal Highness, my hobby is collecting antiques. I have this broken sword in my hand, and I will take it out every day and cherish it repeatedly."

"I implore the princess to give me a chance. I am willing to collect this thing at an absolutely sincere price."

Gu Nuo'er raised her head, her face was fair and well-behaved. She looked at the merchant and said rationally, "Uncle the rich merchant, I can also see that you are someone who loves things."

"However, since it is a sword, it must be used. If it is simply a collection, it will also bury its value."

The little guy shook his head: "So, you are not a fateful person."

The people on the side couldn't help but say: "Your Highness Princess, this is a broken sword, and it can no longer be used."

Gu Nuoer wrapped the sword in red cloth and held it in her arms.

"No, it can be used when you meet someone with a predestined relationship."

The little guy stretched out his little hand to hold Gu Ziliao: "Brother, let's go to another place and have a look."

As soon as the two walked out of the crowd, a black-clothed man in a strong suit came towards them.

The man stood in front of Gu Nuoer, bowed his hands and bowed.

"His Royal Highness Princess Yaoguang, our son has long admired your wise name, and just passed by, I heard that you are looking for a good owner for Duke Zhen Guo's Broken Sword."

"Our son specially invited me to ask you for permission. The son said that if you are willing to sell him the sword, he is willing to coat the sword with a layer of gold to make it exert its former power."

After he finished speaking, he gestured sideways.

Not far behind the man, a plain and simple carriage was parked.

The curtains didn't move at all, making it impossible to see who was sitting inside.