The happy life of a prodigal

Even some emotion.

I think how easy and comfortable life was back then.

You only need to think about one thing every day, and that is to train soldiers and exercise your body.

However, he carried the entire Duke's Mansion on his shoulders.

The glory and wealth of hundreds of people are all in his hands alone, and if he is not careful, it will be an abyss.

Every day when you open your eyes, there are all kinds of news in front of you.

How is His Royal Highness King Kang...

How is His Royal Highness Prince Ning...

How is Your Majesty...

What trouble did that girl Xia Yixue cause again...

There were so many things that he could hardly breathe.

After so many years, he no longer had the ease and ease he had when he was in the army.

Sometimes, he was a little envious of that old guy surnamed Xu.

If he was like him back then, he would have a fiery temper and would not give face to anyone he met.

It will not be reduced to such a dilemma today.

Even if Kang Wang, who supports him, wins, he still has to be careful.

It is really......

Hey.

I do not know what to say.

Thinking of this, the British Duke sighed, patted the table, and asked, "How long will it take for the wontons? Why aren't they ready yet?"

As soon as the words finished, the owner of the wonton stall said: "Master, don't worry, it will be ready soon!"

"Hurry up!" The British Duke snorted coldly.

Turning to look at Fang Xiu.

But he found that at this moment, he was looking at himself with a smiling expression.

Indescribable...strange!

Chapter 7 Seventeen is a good person?

Seeing this scene, the British public thumped in his heart.

He really knows Fang Xiu too well.

Maybe he doesn't understand his inner thoughts, but he understands his external performance.

That look, that smile, that expression...

There must be nothing good!

Almost in the next second, the British Duke was about to stand up and slip away.

But the problem is that Fang Xiu is not the only one here, there is also the little prince...

I just ran away like this, always feeling a little unreasonable.

At least for now, nothing happened.

The British public was a little entangled, not knowing whether he should go or stay.

At this time, the wonton stall owner also came over with wontons.

"Hot wontons! The guest officials take it easy!"

The wonton stall owner put the wontons on the table.

Fang Xiu picked it up, took a sip of the soup first, then ate without saying anything.

There are only two bowls left.

One big bowl and one small bowl.

The small ones naturally belong to the little prince.

Then there is only one bowl left.

The British man looked at the bowl of wontons, trembling, and dared not say a word.

He was afraid, afraid of what was in this wonton...

Thinking of this, he subconsciously looked at the wonton stall owner.

Although it looks no different from ordinary small street vendors.

But he always felt very strange.

What's strange about it, he can't say...

After struggling for a long time, I still didn't dare to pick up the chopsticks, so I just watched Fang Xiu and Zhao Hao eating wontons.

After a long while, Fang Xiu raised his eyes and saw that the wonton in front of the British Duke hadn't moved at all, with a curious expression on his face, he asked, "Why doesn't the British Duke eat it?"

Hearing this question, the British public smiled awkwardly, and replied: "I am not hungry, you eat, you eat, haha..."

"I don't know why, you were the one who said you were hungry just now, and now you are the one who said you were not hungry. Hey... When you are old, you are old, and you are unconscious."

Fang Xiu said casually.

Hearing these words, the British Duke almost died of anger, but he didn't say anything.

After all, what people said seems to be right.

After Fang Xiu ate a bowl, he felt that he was not full, so he took another bowl from the British public and ate a few mouthfuls.

"you!"

Seeing this scene, the British public widened their eyes.

Fang Xiu raised his eyes, looked at him, and asked with doubts on his face, "Don't you want to eat?"

The British prince was silent, still silent.

After a long silence, he nodded helplessly.

So Fang Xiu continued to eat.

The British Duke frowned as he smelled the aroma of the wontons.

Very depressed, very depressed.

He never expected that there would be no problem with this wonton.

What a mistake!

Think about it too.

In any case, he is also Fang Xiu's uncle!

Not to mention the friendship with his father!

No matter how messed up he is, no matter how insane he is, he probably won't be able to count on himself.

Thinking of this, the British Duke sighed silently.

It's all because I have too much heart!

Thinking of this, the Duke of England softened his gaze towards Fang Xiu a lot.

think carefully.

It was rumored in the Kyoto Prefecture how many bad things Fang Xiu had done.

But these bad things are all aimed at those people, but they have no effect on their martial arts.

Even after a few incidents, Wu Xun's status has improved a lot.

Much improved than before.

But I listened to those people's slander, look at Fang Xiu, he is actually a good boy!

Thinking of this, the British Duke sighed silently.

However......

At this time, a voice suddenly came from beside him.

"Hey! Have you paid today's money!"

Ying Gong turned his head to look, and saw a few hooligans standing in front of the wonton stall owner, with menacing expressions on their faces.

Needless to say, everyone knows what these gangsters are doing here.

The people next to him were also discussing.

"These guys are here again? Every day I find someone to share the main money, and if I don't give it, I will beat it. I don't know why the people in the yamen don't want to take care of it."

"People from the yamen? There are people in the yamen!"

"how do you know?"

"Let me tell you, this is the nephew of the Governor of Kyoto, otherwise why no one cares?"

"Whoever said no one cares, then Xia Butou is in charge, and they will be arrested and locked up for three days."

"Three days? What is three days? Others are probably locked up for half a month. Why is he locked up for so little time? Isn't it because..."

The latter words were not said, and everyone understood.

Isn't it because he is the nephew of the Governor of Kyoto?

Everyone shook their heads and sighed.

Some people feel that this is not the case, but they can't say anything.

After all, during this period of time, they were all watching what happened at the wonton stall.

It is strange to say.

These guys don't bother with other vendors, they only look for trouble with this wonton stall.

I don't know if the people at the wonton stand offended them?

Hey......

Running a small business and meeting these people, apart from being really unlucky, there seems to be nothing else to say...

Hearing this, the British Duke frowned slightly.

He remembered that ever since that girl Xia Yixue became a headhunter, it has been a long time since no noble son in this capital dared to make trouble.

Don't say it's now.

Even in the past, a nephew of a small governor of Kyoto would not dare to be arrogant!

What is this place?

It's Kyoto Prefecture!

Countless nobles are here!

Going down a board of bricks, out of ten, six or seven can climb up to relatives with Xungui.

This is by no means an exaggeration, it is what it is.

Therefore, how dare the nephew of a small governor of Kyoto dare to threaten him so blatantly?

The British public was puzzled, but didn't say anything.

after all......

The three of them came out as ordinary people, and they couldn't control what happened here.

To be precise, I don't want to care.

So as not to cause any trouble.