Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

The key is actually in the butler's pocket. Xiao Xin has been away for war these years, and Ruo Da's palace is all left to him to take care of.

Guarding so many gold and silver treasures, it is difficult for anyone not to be tempted, but the housekeeper will not.

The butler was picked up from outside the Great Wall when the late emperor led troops to go out in the early years. The late emperor not only asked the imperial physician to help him cure his old illness, but also sent someone to teach him martial arts, and finally he was put into the secret guard.

Before his death, the first emperor let the secret guard hide among the people, and at the same time let the steward stay in the palace.

He also ordered that if one day, the two brothers meet each other in battle, I hope he can protect Xiao Xin comprehensively.

Of course, it would be best not to have that day.

The keys to the warehouse and account room were just handed over to Fang Zhuo.

To be honest, these two keys are mediocre, much lower than his appearance in the previous world.

But when he opened the warehouse door, this idea was shattered.

Although he was the key in the last world, nothing in the Dragon Tomb belonged to him. To put it bluntly, he was the one who opened the door.

Now, on the contrary, when the door opened, it indicated that he was about to become the legal owner of these treasures.

Fang Zhuo was overjoyed, fondling those two low-value copper keys lovingly, sons, they are much more promising than your father.

He stuffed the key securely into his belt and walked in with his hands behind his back.

There is glittering gold everywhere, and large chunks of turquoise are just randomly placed on the ground, mobilizing the sky.

The housekeeper explained next to him, "This is the top-grade Tianhuang given to the prince by the late emperor when he was alive, this is the red coral, this is the gold-plated vase offered by the xx country, and this is the emerald carved screen bestowed by the emperor. this……"

A string of baby names gave Fang a headache.

Finally, he stood in front of the white jade Guanyin statue at the end of the warehouse.

Hey, the Guanyin statue is taller than him, how much is it worth.

Fang Zhuo put his palms together, and said silently in his heart, "Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva, you must ensure that I have an early congenial relationship with the groom and get married."

The butler saw his pious face, he must be praying like a bodhisattva for the prince to be enthroned in the immortal class and live a good life.

"Princess, my lord will definitely watch you from the sky and bless you." The butler said with a smile.

Fang Zhuo, "..."

It's better to say goodbye, being stared at by the ghost husband every day, how can he hook up with the groom happily.

There are indeed many treasures in the warehouse, but there is no big ingot.

"Housekeeper, this money..." Fang Zhuo hesitated to speak.

The butler understood in seconds, "Follow me."

Fang Zhuo followed the housekeeper around the Guanyin statue and came to the wall behind.

The wall was made of blue bricks, and the housekeeper pressed one of them, and the wall was divided into two, and separated towards the two sides, and behind it was a secret room.

The vault was full of boxes, covered but without padlocks.

Fang Zhuo opened one casually, and it was densely packed with large ingots arranged neatly.

He flicked it with his hands reservedly, cleared his throat, "Is this the accountant's money drawn from?"

The butler nodded, "But most of the daily expenses of the palace come from other properties of the prince. The property details and ledgers are all in the accounting room. I'll show them to you later."

"Okay." Apart from this word, Fang Zhuo had no other words in his mind.

Originally, I thought that after getting married, life would be extremely miserable, but who knew that on the third day after worshiping, my husband would drive west. So much property, all fell to him alone.

Fang Zhuo closed the lid, "Get some money here first, and give the concubine's severance pay."

"Yes." The butler bowed habitually, but was held back by Fang Zhuo, "I don't pay attention to these formalities, and you don't need to do this to me."

Being treated like this by a 60-[-]-year-old uncle, he was afraid of losing his life.

The butler was well-trained, and the surprise flashed in his eyes before returning to calm.

He asked, "How much do you take?"

Fang Zhuo squeezed his chin and thought about it in his mind, "Is it too little to give 200 taels per person?"

housekeeper,"……"

Concubine, you are sending a beggar. You are rewarded by the emperor anyway, and you are pampered in the mansion. 200 taels is a huge sum of money in the eyes of ordinary people, but according to the current expenses of a few concubines, it may only be enough for a year.

The housekeeper's heart was overwhelmed, and there was only one word left on his mouth, "Yes."

Several concubines have passed the marriageable age long ago, and now they are widows again. I am afraid that it will be difficult to find a good family.

It is right to give more money, but Fang Zhuo also knows that some people have big appetites, and they always want to eat after eating.

He must promise to settle the matter once.

After leaving the warehouse, Fang Zhuo called several concubines to the second hall.

He lifted his robe, folded his legs, took a sip of tea from the tea bowl, "I can give you the severance pay."

The faces of the four concubines immediately burst into smiles.

"But..." Fang Zhuo put down his tea bowl and stood up, "You have to promise in writing that you will break with the palace from now on."

Concubine No. [-] choked and said, "Princess, how can we guarantee this? My three younger sisters and I have already passed the marriageable age, and we have no father or mother. In the future, someone will be born, get old, get sick..."

"I am responsible for birth, old age, illness and death." Fang Zhuo interrupted her.

Concubine No. [-] said softly, "Then what if we meet someone we like, the cost of buying a dowry will cost a lot of money."

Fang Zhuo said, "I am responsible for the dowry. As for the quantity and the amount of money in the box, I have the final say."

Concubine No. [-] shouted, "How can you have the final say, what if you give less and the husband's family has an opinion?"

"You should understand that you are just the prince's concubines, not daughters." Fang Zhuo frowned slightly, as if he was annoyed by the noise, and said in a dark tone, "I can completely expel you from the palace without paying anything."

All the concubines fell silent.

Fang Zhuo suppressed his throat, looking sullen, "I'm in a good mood today, and I'd like to sit here and chat with you, if I'm in a bad mood tomorrow..."

Concubine No. [-], who had been silent all this time, stood up wiping her tears, "Do what the princess says."

The other three gritted their teeth, unwilling.

They really don't know how much wealth the palace has, but they can guess from the rewards from the emperor every time the prince wins a battle.

The few people now only hated themselves for not being able to abduct the prince to bed and give birth to a man and a half woman, otherwise it would be impossible for a man and wife to show off their power in front of them.

Fang Zhuo didn't have the time to guess what they were thinking, so he asked the housekeeper to come over with the gold ingot, and put it in the bag for concubine No. [-] in front of her.

He handed over a letter of commitment and asked her to sign it.

After the person finished signing, Fang Zhuo kindly said, "If it's inconvenient, I can send someone to accompany you to the ticket number to exchange it for a bank note."

"Thank you, Princess." The concubine nodded repeatedly.

Fang Zhuo didn't care how the three of them reacted, he left a self-contained look, and hurried back to his yard with Sixi.

The meals have been set up, and they are still all vegetarian.

The funeral was too early, Fang Zhuo hadn't had a bite since he got up, he was stuffing vegetables into his mouth like a starved ghost reincarnated.

Sixi was also panicking from hunger, and her food was even worse than the young master's.

Not long after dinner, three concubines came to the door.

After several people negotiated, they decided to agree to Fang Zhuo's conditions, and after signing the painting, they hugged their gold ingots tightly and went back to the yard. In the afternoon, they left the palace.

The huge house was immediately cleaned up.

Only then did Fang Zhuo remember that there was still a baby, and he leisurely went to the stable to pick up the chicken cubs.

In the stable, the chicken cub jumped off the horse immediately when he saw him, and threw himself on Fang Zhuo.

Fang Zhuo lightly flicked its little cockscomb, raised his head and looked around in the stable, but saw no one, only a large stack of fodder shaking, and there was someone behind it.

He walked around behind the hay, and saw the groom kneeling on one knee, tying up the hay bundles one by one.

After the early autumn, winter will soon come, and these forages are the entire rations of the horses during the winter months.

Fang Zhuo bent down and looked at the man squatting on the ground, "I'll help you."

Xiao Xin rolled up his sleeves, covered in sweat, and the muscles on his arms were tense, obviously he had been working for a long time.

Fang Zhuo put the chicken cubs aside, because the robe would interfere with his work, so he picked it up and stuck it in his belt.

Xiao Xin directly snatched the fodder from his hand, "I don't need you here."

"Needed." Fang Zhuo looked back at the bloody BMW.

According to his observations in the past few days, he found that there was only one horse in the entire stable, and the rest were kept in another place.

Those who can do something special are naturally the privileged class, and this horse should be Xiao Xin's exclusive mount.

The grass in his hand was snatched by the snatching man, so Fang Zhuo hugged a bundle from another place, pressed it down with his knees, and tied it tightly like a groom.

"Is this horse the prince's?" Fang Zhuo asked without raising his head.

The groom didn't speak, and got up and threw the bundled hay aside. That posture was not to mention how handsome it was.

Fang Zhuo smacked his mouth, and continued on his own, "I heard that the prince's other courtyard is full of wounded and disabled soldiers, and he specially invited many doctors to stay there for consultation."

"My lord is a good man."

Just the truth.

The groom looked up at him, narrowed his narrow eyes and asked, "What a good way."

Fang Zhuo said, "He brought peace to the people, he also left a shelter for the disabled soldiers, and..."

I would like to boast a few more words, but unfortunately he has nothing in his mind.

"What else?" The groom rarely looked straight at him.

Fang Zhuo was inexplicably nervous, and hurriedly asked the system Wang An what good things he had done.

233 said, "Last year's floods caused floods in the south of the Yangtze River. He immediately asked people to collect materials and money and send them to the disaster relief."

When he said this, the words in the system slowly filled with praise. If everyone can be full of love like this, the world will be a better place.

Fang Zhuo recounted it again, and miraculously found that the groom's eyes seemed to soften a bit.

But after realizing that the young man was looking at him, he quickly became cold again.

Fang Zhuo hurriedly asked the system to say a few more things, repeating them one by one, but the groom's expression didn't change at all, as if he was dazzled before.

A large pile of grass was bundled up in a few strokes and thrown into a simple wooden house behind the stable.

Fang Zhuo helped to move around, tired like a dog, sitting on the edge of the manger not wanting to move.

The groom is just the opposite of him, he seems to have endless energy, cleaning, feeding the horse, brushing the horse, after finishing a series of tasks, he does not take a breath.

"Brother An, don't you want to take a break?" Fang Zhuo fanned the wind with his hands, and he really admired him. With this perseverance and physical strength, he will definitely accomplish a lot in the future.

"No rest." The groom's voice was cold.

As soon as the voice fell, the butler came with a food box. When he saw Fang Zhuo, he was obviously taken aback, and even took a step back subconsciously.

Fang Zhuo was at a loss, am I that scary?

The butler quickly adjusted his expression and walked in, put the food box on the ground with a bang, "Eat."

The groom didn't care, he picked up the box, turned around and entered the thatched cottage.

Soon, Fang Zhuo heard a slight sound from inside, the crisp sound of chopsticks touching the edge of the bowl.

After receiving the order, the butler lifted his half-closed eyes, and Fang Zhuo said, "Princess, the food in the kitchen is ready, let's go back."

Fang Zhuo turned his head, and through the open window, he saw the groom sitting at the table and eating.

He walked back behind the housekeeper's ass, rolled his eyes, and said to the system, "Brother San, let's start a live broadcast."

233,"Whose?"

Fang Zhuo, "The groom, I want to see his dining preferences so that we can get along better in the future."

As long as it doesn't involve the plot, 233 is still very happy.

In the picture, the groom is putting the food in his mouth, he is chewing with his mouth closed, without any chirping sound, and there is an indescribable... um, elegance.

It shouldn't be... the groom is a physical worker, so he needs to be so polite when eating?

Always feel a little inconsistent.

He continued to watch, and the groom put down his chopsticks, scooped up a spoonful of soup and brought it to his lips. After taking a sip, he turned the spoon back into the soup basin.

"Oh, that's not right." Fang Zhuo shouted in his heart, "How did I see that there was meat in that soup?"

233 calmly said, "Is there? You read it wrong."

Fang Zhuo was extremely stubborn and affirmed this time, "There is!"

Just under the soup bowl, there are still fat and thin short ribs.He, a princess, has been greedy for four or five days and hasn't done anything special, so why should the groom want to be special.

Could it be that this groom's status in the palace is even bigger than him?