Wen Jiuxiao returned home, and as soon as he stepped through the door, the boy from his yard ran over and said, "Third Master, you are back. The Crown Prince has been looking for you and has been waiting for you for a long time."

The eldest brother? Although he lives in the same house, because he is busy with errands and the eldest brother is in poor health, there are not many opportunities for the two brothers to meet.

Wen Jiuxiao was a man of few words. When asked about anything, he would always say "yes", "not bad", and "ok", as if he didn't care about anything. So even if they met, the two of them would have almost nothing to say.

Although Wen Jiuxiao didn't know what his eldest brother wanted from him, his pace quickened very quickly.

"Third Master is back."

The Crown Prince Wen Chengzong, who was sitting in the hall drinking tea, choked. He was coughing when Wen Jiuxiao came in, "The third brother------the third brother------is back------."

Wen Jiuxiao's eyes turned cold, "How do you serve me?"

Every one of the servants serving in the hall hurriedly knelt down to apologize.

The prince gasped slightly and waved his hands quickly, "It was me who choked on my tea. It has nothing to do with the servant."

Wen Jiuxiao's expression softened a little and he said, "Everyone, get up."

Only then did the servants dare to get up. Even Mo Yan, who was next to the prince, was too nervous to breathe.

The prince has an easy-going temperament and is generous to those around him. The third master is different. Everyone in the house knows that the third master is the most harsh. If he makes a mistake and falls into the hands of the third master, he will not show any mercy.

The prince glanced at his servant and laughed at himself: "It's because of my poor body that I'm worrying my third brother." Then he sighed, "Brother is a useless person and has made no achievements. Fortunately, I have my third brother in the house.

Thank you for your hard work, Third Brother Nian."

He looked extremely pleased and proud of his brother.

Wen Jiuxiao remained expressionless, "Brother is just in poor health. Take good care of yourself and he will be fine." He said a few dry words.

Fortunately, the prince also understood his younger brother's temperament and knew that it was rare for him to say these words. He patted him on the shoulder and warned him warmly, "Eldest brother also knows that you are busy with office work, but you must also pay attention to your health. Also.

You have a mother who worries about you every day, so you should take the time to visit her more often and talk to her."

"Okay." Wen Jiuxiao refrained from taking off his hand on his shoulder, "Brother, are you looking for me for something?"

"There's something wrong--" The prince's eyes flickered, as if he didn't know how to speak, "I feel ashamed to say that my brother's body has dragged me down and I can't shine on my family. I only have the pleasure of passing time by reading.

There was a new scholar in the Imperial College. I read his articles and admired him a lot, so I wanted to make acquaintance with him.

"I found out that he particularly likes calligraphy and painting. I remember that my third brother collected a painting of a lady from the famous former dynasty Jiang Xun. I licked my face and wanted to invite him--"

"Okay." Wen Jiuxiao agreed before he finished speaking, "Qingfeng went and got it for big brother."

Crown Prince------

"Okay, okay! Big brother has taken note of your love." The prince said very emotionally.

Wen Jiuxiao still looked unhappy, "We are all brothers, you're welcome."

This scene of brotherly respect moved even Mo Yan. Although the prince was partial, the prince still had a good brother, the third prince. The third prince had always respected the prince and had never looked down upon him because of his physical frailty.

Although the master's affairs are not for slaves to discuss arbitrarily, Mo Yan still has to say that despite the fact that the second master is praised for his martial arts at a young age and that he can inherit the mantle of the marquis, in Mo Yan's view, the third master is better than the second master.

It's eleven thousand times better.

It was just a painting. If you gave it away, you would give it away. Wen Jiuxiao didn't care. Anyway, he won the painting and it didn't cost him any money.

However, Qingfeng felt aggrieved for his master, "Third Master, that painting is very precious and can be used as a family heirloom. When you get married, add it to the betrothal gift. How dignified it would be!"

Just give it to the prince for nothing?

Although the prince later sent something back, how much was it worth? It simply cannot be compared with the painting.

"Noisy." Wen Jiuxiao glanced at him and continued walking to Madam Hou's yard.

Qingfeng closed her mouth, but she was still angry in her heart.

The third master is too honest. When he gets good things, he either sends them to Madam Hou's courtyard or gives them to the prince. The same goes for the prince. How many things have he taken from the third master? He is still the elder brother, why is he so embarrassed?

Alas, the third master is good at everything, but he has a lot of money and doesn't pay attention to anything except errands. He is very worried. In the future, when the third master gets married and hands over an empty shell to the young lady, the young lady must not doubt that Qingfeng is incompetent?

Amid Qingfeng's resentment, Wen Jiuxiao arrived at Mrs. Hou's yard.

The maid was surprised and happy, "Third Master, you are here!"

Mrs. Hou was also surprised and looked at her youngest son lovingly, "Aren't you busy today?"

Wen Jiuxiao shook his head, saying that Dali Temple had no time to spare, "Come and talk to mother."

Ouch, is the sun rising in the west? How can her stupid son say such a thing?

"Brother said you are worried about your son."

Oh, I understand, it turned out that the boss asked him to come. But Mrs. Hou was still very happy, and she took her younger son and talked a lot.

Wen Jiuxiao listened quietly, either nodding or saying yes, basically no more than three words.

After he left, Mrs. Hou couldn't help complaining, "This kid said he came to talk to me, but did you hear his voice?"

Mrs. Wang joked, "Back to Madam, I heard this, and the Third Master made love to me several times."

"That's true!" Mrs. Hou couldn't help but laugh when she thought about it. The third child was also cute, clever and cheerful, but as he got older, his temper became more boring, like an old scholar. Neither she nor Mr. Hou are such people.

I wonder who the third child is following?

Xianglan walked in lightly and told the story about the prince's visit to the third master's yard. Mrs. Hou smiled and said: "The third master is a generous person."

Xianglan said: "It depends on who it is. The third master is generous to you and the prince. But it may not be so to others, right?"

Mrs. Hou agrees with this point, "The third child has a lonely temper, and not everyone can take his things." Even Mr. Hou, isn't there anything he can do?

Xianglan smiled, "So we, the third master, are filial piety and respectful relatives."

Mrs. Hou is also very pleased that her biological sons get along well with each other, "Although the third child is cold-tempered, the relationship between the two brothers has been good since they were young. Now that they are older, they are still not mature."

As a mother, don’t you just hope that your children can be harmonious and united?

The second master and his wife were also thinking about Wen Jiuxiao's painting. The Su family wanted it, and her natal brother wanted to become a disciple of the great Confucian scholar. He was in need of a stepping stone, so why not turn the idea to Wen Jiuxiao?

"Don't think about it, can you come with the third child's things?" Wen Chengyao lay down on the bed.

Su followed and said, "Second Master, do you think I'm here for my natal brother? I'm here for you. Think about it, now that you've joined the Jinwu Guards, most of my father's and Marquis' connections are with military generals. If my brother becomes a

How many students are there under Xue Daru’s sect? How many old friends are there? My brother has benefited, but won’t you, Second Master, benefit from it?”

Wen Chengyao was really moved, "It's good, but you also know that the third child is very lonely, and it's not easy to get his things."

Su Shi had already thought about it, "Isn't there a Marquis? Shouldn't I ask my son for something?"

Wen Chengyao was thoughtful, then laughed after a moment, "You still have an idea." He gave Su a thumbs up.

Su Shi gave him an angry look, "Isn't it all for you?"

"Thank you so much, madam! You are truly a good wife to your husband."
Chapter completed!