The rich businessman in gorgeous clothes hesitated for a moment and said, "Little girl, if you want to sell it, you can sell it to me."

"Just now, you have discerned things and saved me a fortune. No matter how good or bad your broken sword is, I'm willing to buy it for five hundred taels."

Gu Nuo'er lowered her head and touched the body of the sword with her small hand.

Her soft white and delicate little fingers contrasted sharply with the flickering, blood-stained broken sword.

"But the rich businessman, from what you see, what story will this sword have?"

The rich businessman was taken aback by her question.

He thought for a while, then said in a deep voice, "Could it be that this sword was owned by a frontier warrior. Because of an accident, the body of the sword broke, so it was abandoned."

Gu Nuo'er shook her head.

"The price of this sword doesn't matter. I want to find someone who is destined for it. If it is destined, I can give it away for nothing."

"Uncle the rich businessman, I know you want to thank me, but you may not like this sword. If you bring it back, it will be put on the shelf. On the contrary, it is not a good destination for it."

The hawker listened to what she said, so he couldn't help but snorted and laughed, "Miss, you buy antiques, and all you buy are feelings."

"This broken sword of yours, let's not say it's unlucky, just say it's collectible, that's not at all."

Gu Nuo'er raised her head and stared at him with **** eyes.

"But what if I said that this sword was the one that accompanied the Duke of Zhen Guo, Mr. Qiao, to kill thousands of enemies in the battle of Shishiguan?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar.

The hawker was also frightened by her.

Soon, he reacted and laughed.

"Duke Zhenguo is a legend in Daqi, a god-like figure! The sword he holds must be a weapon of magic, how could it be broken?"

"Miss, you just said that my stuff is fake, and the one you took is even more outrageous!"

Gu Nuo'er narrowed her eyes, her pink face was serious.

She suddenly stretched out her little foot and picked it up sharply.

The fake painting that was placed on the stall just now flew up.

The little guy held the broken sword and flipped his wrist!

Only a sound of "Zila" was heard, and the broken sword cut the painting in half.

The cut is neat and it is not difficult to see its sharpness.

It's broken, it's still a little rusty, but it's still powerful.

The hawker was stunned at first, and immediately became furious: "How can you destroy my things! Ouch! I drew this by the eleventh prince!"

"Fake." Gu Nuo'er spit out two words from her pink lips.

The little guy snorted: "This broken sword, even after so many years, can blow its hair and break its hair. It was the beloved sword of Duke Zhen Guo back then."

The hawker was in a hurry and almost cursed: "You said yes? Who are you? I'll report to the official now and sue you for damaging my property!"

Gu Nuo'er tilted her head, her long eyelashes blinked, like a well-behaved little ball.

"Of course I know, because Duke Zhen Guo is my grandfather!"

Everyone was shocked, and they all stared at the little girl.

The hawker was also surprised.

She said that her maternal grandfather was Duke Zhen Guo.

However, didn't Duke Zhen Guo only have one granddaughter?

That is today's Yaoguang Princess!

Could it be...

The hawker was so frightened that his knees went weak, and he fell to his knees with a plop.

Gu Nuoer wrapped the broken sword in red cloth again, and the little guy said calmly, "If you don't believe me, you can go to the biggest antique shop in front of you and ask."

"That shop was opened by my second brother, and all the masters of Jianbao know me."

As she said that, there was a hint of regret on her little face: "It's just that I didn't find a new owner for my grandfather's sword, what a pity!"