The vermilion courtyard door opened, and the boy subconsciously raised his head and met Lu Mingjun's eyes. The boy had a delicate face and slightly chubby cheeks. He was dressed in yellow linen clothes, had conspicuous long hair, and wore a felt ball cap on his head.

He was about thirteen or fourteen years old and looked extremely immature. The moment he saw Lu Mingjun, his body trembled and he immediately dropped the broom in his hand. He clasped his fists in his hands, bent down, lowered his head and gathered his girdle. This sequence of movements was as smooth as a cloud.

"Master, be well!"

Yan Mingyuan said tremblingly, not daring to raise his eyes to look directly at Lu Mingjun.

Lu Mingjun frowned and immediately saw the structure, the hierarchical master-slave relationship.

Probably seeing his luxurious attire, he naturally thought he was superior to others.

Even though the person wearing Yunjin brocade has no restrictions on his status, ordinary people cannot afford it. This item has been labeled as elegant and luxurious from the day it was produced.

From the manufacturing process to the finished clothes, every step is very complicated. Just like the mountain and river patterns worn by Lu Mingjun, they are all embroidered on brocade cloth by professional craftsmen.

Lu Mingjun waved his hand, not liking the master-servant thing.

"You don't need to call me young master, I'm not a young master either."

Yan Mingyuan was a little surprised. He lowered his head and glanced at Lu Mingjun with dishonest eyes. When he saw Lu Mingjun's appearance, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief and picked up the broom on the ground again, muttering to himself.

"I thought it was who it was. It turned out to be the beggar the lady picked up from outside a few days ago. It scared me to death." Yan Mingyuan muttered, deliberately walking towards Lu Mingjun with a little temper.

"Lifting your feet prevents me from sweeping the floor." Yan Mingyuan rolled his eyes.

Lu Mingjun took a step back with difficulty and looked at Yan Mingyuan, who was a bit dumbfounded. How can a brat learn to be snobbish?

However, through one or two sentences, Lu Mingjun intercepted two pieces of useful information. One was that others thought he was picked up as a beggar who was about to die, and the other was that the person who picked him up was a young lady.

What makes Lu Mingjun puzzled is that there is still such a customary title of "Miss" now. Aren't the average ladies just like those who often hang out in the streets and alleys, braving the cold wind and still wearing cool clothes for people to watch?

Bodhisattvas?

It seems that the owner of this place has been deeply investigated by the feudal government.

The more he thought about it, the more Lu Mingjun was stunned. The beggar he picked up from outside was wrong. He should be in the underworld of a certain human emperor. The lady from the mansion took her out of the ancient tomb. Could it be that this

Or is it a family that digs out Luoyang shovels?

This aristocratic family doesn't even spare its own young ladies, and even the women run to Taihang and throw shovels?

What a ruthless person!

"What are you doing here? Hurry up and help me. Miss, I'm going to deliver morning tea to the master and the others. I'll be back soon. If you find that I got up late and haven't finished cleaning the yard, I'll be in trouble again." Yan Mingyuan was anxious.

He urged and hurriedly brought a bucket from the side.

"Take this thing and shovel the leaves that I swept into a pile onto the cart. Why are you standing there in a daze? Just take it." Yan Mingyuan didn't notice anything.

Lu Mingjun twitched the corner of his mouth and pointed at his pale cheek. This young man seemed to have a very honest face. Not only was he familiar, but he was also very rude.

Brother, I am a patient, a patient who falls down when the wind blows.

Yan Mingyuan became a little impatient when he saw Lu Mingjun's actions: "Hurry up, don't think that you are the young master and young lady because you are wearing brocade. The young lady is kind enough to pick you up and you will definitely live in the house from now on."

"You help me this time, and from now on, I, Young Master Yan, will be the one to protect you. I will ensure that you will be popular and drink spicy food, and you will have big fish and meat every meal with you, Young Master Yan!"

Seeing the conditions offered by Yan Mingyuan, Lu Mingjun covered his forehead and wanted to laugh, but he was afraid that he would hurt his lungs by laughing. Fortunately, Su Mingyu had weakened Lu Mingjun's temper a lot in the past few years.

Otherwise, if his temper had been the same earlier, let alone being young, even a passing dog would have been slapped twice by him before leaving!

It just so happens that Lu Mingjun also wants to understand the current situation. While he has a little strength, he can lend a hand.

"Young Master Yan... what is this place?" Lu Mingjun asked as he was working. He did not forget to do what he liked and addressed Yan Mingyuan as "Young Master Yan."

Yan Mingyuan tried his best to clean the ground and glanced at Lu Mingjun subconsciously. He felt that this new beggar knew the current affairs and bowed to him every two words. He was in a happy mood and was willing to chat with Lu Mingjun.

"I'm going to scare you when I say it. This is Prince Ning's Mansion in Daqian. We, Prince Ning, are your majesty's biological uncles. Our status is lower than that of one person and is higher than that of tens of thousands of people! How can I be scared!" Yan Mingyuan said with some pride.

As a servant of Prince Ning's Mansion, although he is a servant, he still follows the principle of a third-rank official in front of the prime minister's door, as a person who can serve and accompany distinguished figures.

Even though they are subordinates, they are still the ones that everyone wants to curry favor with, because through them they are likely to come into contact with the real dignitaries of Prince Ning's palace.

Even if it's just a casual encounter, getting to know him, introducing yourself a little, even if it's just a superficial impression, maybe he will be remembered in the future, it will be an opportunity to reach the sky in one step.

Yan Mingyuan was confident and expected to be surprised by Lu Mingjun, but for a long time he didn't see any movement from Lu Mingjun.

"Cough cough cough..."

Lu Mingjun covered his mouth and coughed. His original intention was to laugh, but his stomach ached and his whole body ached. He almost coughed up blood this time.

It’s the 21st century now, and we are still playing tricks on His Majesty the Emperor. I really think that my ancestors have the same surname as His Majesty, and yet I still do it!!

After searching for five thousand years, even in the most chaotic period of the Southern and Northern Dynasties, none of the many majesties who sprung up took Daqian as their dynasty.

"Young Master Yan, tell the truth. There are no cameras or anything around. Am I still lying in the ancient tomb dreaming?" Lu Mingjun asked softly.

Yan Mingyuan glanced at Lu Mingjun with disdain. The young lady once said something good, what is it called? Summer insects cannot be ignored.

"Why do you keep talking nonsense about what a camera is and what an ancient tomb is? I'm afraid your brain is burned out due to illness."

Lu Mingjun's head was full of black lines, and his mountain-climbing eyes could see through falsehoods. Yan Mingyuan's expressions, movements, and even expressions conveyed to Lu Mingjun that he was not telling lies, and everything he said was true.

This made Lu Mingjun a little doubtful about life. What does this mean? The information gathered in his brain is now overwhelming his brain, and his CPU is almost burning out.
Chapter completed!