Qi Yuanxiu · Self-cultivation

Zhenyuan Prefecture

"Thank you for your hard work," Prince Zhenyuan said to Concubine Shi Zi with an apologetic expression.

"My husband's words are serious," Han Pei lowered his head, washed Yu Guanyue's jade feet, and then hugged the whole person onto the bed.

Yu Guanyue's face turned red all of a sudden, it really made him ashamed that a big man was hugged by a weak woman.

Han Pei saw his worries and said with a smile: "The sky in early autumn is not as good-looking as the master's face."

Yu Guanyue's mind was punctured, and her face turned redder all of a sudden, as if she could rival Hou Mingtai's cinnabar.

Han Pei thought it was very interesting to tease this person, but if he talked too much, he was afraid that this person would be resentful, so he changed his mind and said, "Do you have any letter from my uncle?"

Yu Guanyue raised her eyebrows and shook her head slightly.

Yu Guanli ran away for almost a month, and there was no news at all, as if he had evaporated, but the family, since he became the eldest son, never asked his heart, it seems that there has never been such an elder son in the mansion, The mistress is naturally extremely annoyed, so the tense relationship between husband and wife, wife, mother-in-law and daughter-in-law becomes even more sad.Ms. Han also understands these things. She is afraid that she will have to step aside when her younger brother comes back. At that time, the concubine will still be the concubine. Uncle really made him anxious.

Thinking about it, Han Pei was already lying on the bed, his back was facing Han Pei, his hair was like a piece of fine satin, and a snow-white neck was exposed under the satin.

Han Pei hugged him all at once, like hugging a doll.

Yu Guanyue froze all of a sudden, the faint fragrance of the imperial concubine enveloped him, and the soft body protected him. This feeling seemed to be in Xi Shinu's arms again, and he wanted to cry comfortably. Only then did he realize that, He usually sits in a wheelchair, Miss Han seems to be a little taller than him, Miss Han seems to have fallen asleep, a slight sniff on his neck, he turned around, looked at this Miss Han, but felt helpless. A little extravagant thinking.

Finally couldn't help it, raised his face, and lightly pecked Shi Zifei's lips.

Pray to heaven, this moment will last forever.

Shan Xuechen is very diligent in going to the East Court these days, and the storyteller has actually moved to Jinyang Prince's Mansion!This time I have to pester him to tell more stories, but it seems that that person is not easy to get along with, Mr. Shan comes back from the backyard with a long face every day.

After a long time, Ju Mingzhi also felt annoyed, so he simply gave him all the notebooks he had saved, some bought from others, some written by himself, this Mr. Baichan and Baizi, he is a bit stupid, but But he is the only one in the Jinyang Palace who is the most innocent and will not harm others, so the name and purpose of the orange are left to him, and the two of them will get acquainted with each other once they come and go.

In war, what is fought is money.

Tai Rongxiang is a money account, opened in the name of the housekeeper Qian Zhong. This money account was opened by the old Jinyang Wang Jian during his time. The money bank is not just for money exchange, but often also operates other industries. Jinyang Mansion also operates in the countryside Some properties also belonged to Tai Rongxiang.Liu Daxia is Tai Rongxiang's accountant, day and night, not only counting the rent handed in by his subordinates, but also managing the entry and exit of the money account.Although Tai Rongxiang is a money account, after all, he can't fill Jinyang, a place big and small that needs money.

It is not without reason that Prince Ji Xiu is stingy.

To save money, the storefront of this money store is pitifully small. A small shop in Dongshi City is where Tai Rongxiang is located, and Liu Daxia simply occupied the study as a base for settlement.

The study room is at the outermost part of the middle courtyard. The prince doesn't like this place, it's too bright.Generally speaking, besides him, the only person who goes in and out of the study room is the Bai eater. Mr. Bai likes to sit on the pear blossom stool and read some popular books. Liu Daxia, the accountant, really likes the Bai eater. There are not many people in the palace, so someone can explain it. It's also good to relieve boredom. During the day, he fiddled with his abacus, and the young master Bai next to him was reading a book.

A few days ago, Ju Mingzhi had a whim and told him the story of the snake demon and the scholar. The snake demon fell in love with the scholar, but unexpectedly a monk came to stop the two of them. The teacher arrived, Shan Xuechen could only go back with regret,

Later, when the teacher left, Shan Xuechen told the follow-up story of the snake and the scholar by Ju Mingzhi, but Ju Mingzhi yawned and said he was sleepy before seeing off the guest after half a stick of incense. Itchy, but I was too embarrassed to stay there with the cheek, so I came to the study to see if I found anything.

Liu Daxia stretched his waist, seeing the young man under the sun concentrating on reading the notebook in his hand, so he didn't want to disturb him.It happened that a person came at this time.

"And my lord."

"Well, what's Mr. Liu's account?"

Liu Daxia shook his head.

When He Min entered the door, he kept frowning, looked around the room, and saw Shan Xuechen soaking in the scriptures there, so he didn't want to disturb him, so he gestured to Liu Daxia, and then the two left the study together.

"Xiaobai," He Min pointed to the room, "it's not ours."

"It's natural."

"He's a nice guy, you can be a friend," said He Min halfway through, and after working together for so long, it's hard to point it out directly.

Some things are not convenient for outsiders to know. Even if Xiao Bai is not that smart, there are some things that are less dangerous if they know less.

"Well, I have my own sense of proportion."

"Well, we have to speed up these days. I'm afraid the money account won't be able to last long. And, Nuo, this," He Min handed over the box, "it's from Hanzhong. You can find a chance to show Mr. Bai some calligraphy and paintings by Mr. Liu, he knows this best."

"Young Master Six!"

"Ah."

"If it's an authentic work, send it to the money number to keep it."

"Young Master Six..."

When Liu Daxia entered the room with the box in his arms, Shan Xuechen had just seen the old monk appearing on the stage, and tried to persuade the scholar.

"Master White."

"Yeah," Shan Xuechen came back to his senses, and when he saw Mr. Liu standing in front of him respectfully, he immediately replied, "Mr. Liu!"

"Oh, I got a painting, and I want to ask Mr. Shan to identify the authenticity."

"Mr. Liu is polite, it's a trivial matter."

"This is a painting made by Mr. Liuchu..." Liu Daxia slowly opened the scroll while speaking, completely oblivious to the changes on the faces of the people next to him.

"These six young masters are truly a legend. The number one talented man in Jinzhou, he is well-versed in poetry, writing, etiquette and justice. I heard that he is even more talented. He has made a lot of money, and it is said that this man walks on the road paved with white jade and drinks the water turned from morning dew... he is simply a fairy..." Accountant Liu was not stingy with his praise. "When I was a son of six, I already wrote an article like "Ode to You Yi". It's really emotional. It would be great if such a person came to Jinyang." Talent..."

Shan Xuechen seemed to have his internal organs scalded all over, and his head was buzzing.

"Lingge Travel Notes," Liu Daxia read the inscription, but he cared more about the content of the painting, "Look at this painting, the Lingshan still water, the peaks love the mountains, and the brushstrokes are delicate, which makes people look at it with a sense of desperation and openness. Open, fresh and free and easy!"

"Don't look at it, it's true."

"This... Then stop watching for a while?"

"no need."

It was the first time Liu Daxia saw this man's terribly gloomy face, so he didn't say any more.

"I'm a little uncomfortable today, excuse me," Shan Xuechen hurriedly left after speaking, even forgetting to take the storybook.

He Min appeared from behind the door, "How is it?"

"He didn't look right, he just glanced... and said it was true."

He Min smiled and said: "That's it. Please take Mr. Liu to the money bank and find a rich man in the name of the bank to make a bet. Don't consider anything below 1 taels."

"This……"

"Are you worried about the authenticity?" He Min said, "Don't worry about it, Mr. Baichan specializes in making fakes, and he can distinguish the authenticity from the fakes. Earlier, he specialized in making fake Mr. Liuchu's paintings."

Liu Daxia suddenly realized, no wonder Mr. Bai had such a bad face.

He Min said: "In the future, I have to ask Mr. Bai to use some methods. Please ask Mr. Bai to make more. A painting can sell for tens of thousands of taels. Our life will be easier."

"nature!"

Poor son Shan Xuechen still doesn't know that he has been tricked by others.

Wang Jian runs to the bookstall every day, and can only come back after closing time.

"Tomorrow is off, tomorrow is off..." Wang Jian rubbed his shoulders, the audience always liked to interrupt, and in the end it became a group of people discussing, and sometimes fighting, making two more speeches in vain Time, those bastards...

Shan Xuechen lay down on the bunk, staring at the ceiling with empty eyes.

"Xiaobai," Wang Jian called him, "are you sick?"

Shan Xuechen turned over and turned his back to him.

"Tsk! I said, can you change your bad temper?" Wang remonstrated, "Or did Ji Xiu bully you again today?"

Shan Xuechen straightened up all of a sudden, still turning his back to Wang Jian, "Sir, please stop talking about the Shan family!"

He couldn't see Shan Xuechen's face, but Wang Jian was sure that Shan Xuechen's complexion was not very good.

This piss, how did this young master become the same as Ji Xiu?

"If you don't talk, then don't talk. Xiaobai, you have to bring me food tomorrow. Those bastards insist on telling me to talk more. If you talk a lot, you will be hungry..." Wang Jian deliberately changed the subject and said something else thing.

But I thought in my heart that someone else must have come to stimulate the child's glassy heart. A few nights ago, he talked in his sleep and said that he would go home, so he had to find an opportunity to slap the people in the house.

Shan Xuechen then lay down again, and he has been thinking about it since he came back.Mr. Liuchu, it's ridiculous to think about it now. He didn't tell Wang Jian about this, but Wang Jian should know about it in the future.After staying with Wang Jian for a long time, I started to understand this world a little bit.I used to be a son of six, and I thought how noble I was, but no one knew when I was dying.I'm afraid that what other people care about is not the person of Liuchu Gongzi, but the name.What's more, he ran away so rashly. The Shan family should know about it, but there is no news. It seems that Er Niang has already arranged everything and prepared a puppet. single family.

People's hearts are really terribly tight.

If these people knew their current situation, how many people would stare their eyes out in shock.

He never wants to go back to that single family. Whoever among the six sons wants to do it will do it. The romantic eldest son now looks more like a clown, entertaining others and himself.What about the future, where is the future?Shan Xuechen was lying on his side, thinking silently, thinking that he came to Jinyang and was beaten by Ji Xiu... He stood up all by himself!

"What's wrong?" Wang Jian muttered, his eyes blurred, while he was soundly asleep.

"cup."

"What cup?"

"Bright Wing Kunpeng Cup!"

Wang Jian fucked countless uncles in his heart, thinking that this child is so heartless, why does he stay awake in the middle of the night and think about it...

"Go to sleep."

"That's my cup!"

"Yo, didn't you say that the bill of lading is not allowed?" Wang Jian also found it funny.

"That's my dad's cup!"

Wang remonstrated with the anger in Ninja's heart, and whispered: "You saw your father when he was alive, but after he died? How did this cup come to Jinyang?"

"It must be that the servants in the mansion are not clean, so they sold them!"

"Joke! King Jinyang would use the stolen goods he bought and sold to sacrifice to his ancestors?"

Shan Xuechen was dumbfounded.

This person is too useless, Wang Jian simply said everything, anyway, he needs to know in the future:

"Your mother is the eldest daughter of the old King Jin."

"That cup was made by Master Xu Mi of the previous dynasty. It is a pair. The founding emperor rewarded the brothers who fought together and made him king. Your mother brought one when she entered the mansion. So, this The cup is not your cup at all."

"Jin Wangshu is very popular. The previous princes married their daughters in secret, lest it would be ominous. Besides, your mother died early, so it is normal for you not to know your mother's background."

"Believe it or not. It stands to reason that I shouldn't tell you this. It's not good for you to hear too much." Wang Jian smiled, waved the quilt, and got into the quilt. After a while, the whole room rang Clear snoring.

My mother turned out to be... Shan Xuechen felt as if he fell into the deep sea all of a sudden, and the surroundings were unfathomable. Occasionally, a ray of light floated from the sea and was annihilated by countless darkness. something to rely on.

Is this a kind of life?By coincidence, Shan Xuechen came to his mother's natal home. Shan Xuechen's memory of his mother is very weak. His mother passed away when he was two years old, and his memory of his mother has long been lost in his memory. When he arrived at Grandpa's house, Shan Xuechen's whole body couldn't help shaking, and the excitement he hadn't seen for a long time filled every cell in him.

Then, the current Jinyang King is his uncle...

Ji Xiu respectfully worshiped a stick of incense in the ancestral hall, and the steward Qian Zhong had been standing behind him for an hour.

"There's another letter from Hanzhong."

"I've asked He Min to deal with it."

"You are always like this, and there is no way."

Ji Xiu took a deep breath, "Then do as the Liu family wants!"

Qian Zhong sighed.

"Uncle Zhong, why should you sigh? Hanzhong's industry is the best in the world, and its wealth reserves are among the best in the world. If I marry Hanzhong, my poor palace will probably be able to live a good life."

Qian Zhong burst into tears, "The old slave is sorry for the old prince."

Ji Xiu smiled and said: "You must not say that, even if the Liu family does not come, I still have to find ways to win over Hanzhong. It is best for Hanzhong's daughter to marry, and it is time for me to marry. These are the things I should do. It’s not a disadvantage.”

Qian Zhong wiped his tears with his sleeve, "My lord, I know you don't want it in your heart, even if you say yes, but you still force yourself after all, since you became a lord, I can see that what you did Things are basically what I don’t want to do.”

"Uncle Zhong is confused. I'm not that mean to myself."

Qian Zhong was only concerned with wiping away his tears. He watched Ji Xiu grow up. He knew this child's nature too well.There is ice in Ji Xiu's heart. Ever since his mother died and he came to Jinyang, his heart has been frozen. He doesn't know how to love or be loved. It's really pitiful.

"Let's do things according to what the Liu family said." After Ji Xiu finished speaking, he slowly closed the gate of the ancestral hall.

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