Chapter 4: We are playboys, we are playboys ()

He got on the hired carriage blindfolded. When he untied the blindfolded cloth and got off the carriage, Ye Zhao couldn't help but smile bitterly and arrived at Yanchunyuan again.

Under the sun, the courtyard is covered with green trees and railings on all four floors. The beautiful beauty of the beautiful palaces is indescribable.

Most of the girls and guests had not yet stood up. Su Hongniang and Ye Zhao went straight to the big room in the west building. Luo Ajiu was following behind. When they met the big teapot on the escalator, they saw Ye Zhao's big teapot standing by and greeted him with a regular attitude. They were a little surprised, but they thought that they were not sure when the master and the girl went out.

Luo Ajiu, who walked in the room and walked at the end, closed the door. Su Hongniang looked at Ye Zhao a few times and said, "You will be the one who wants to write a letter to you. Ajiu will help you run errands. Do you want to write a letter to the mansion to report your safety?" She still doesn't know the identity of this young master, and her little sloppy words are even more untrue. She is in a dangerous place, so she must be cautious everywhere.

Ye Zhao shook his head quickly and thought to himself, forget it, the letter was delivered, and his life was gone.

Seeing that Su Hongniang was going to be inseparable from her side, I thought that she had told her that her brother's identity would be given away if she escaped.

As for the pills that Luo Ajiu stuffed into his mouth, he said that if he didn't take the unique antidote in seven days, he would get poison. I thought that Su Hongniang knew that she didn't believe it and had no deterrence at all, so she followed her in person.

Ye Zhao really didn't believe that there was such a poison. Even if he was really poisoned, if the imperial physician could not cure it, how could he have an antidote? However, this method may have a market in this era.

Under Su Hongniang's nose, Ye Zhao was really helpless. In fact, it didn't matter if he saved a disciple of the Hongmen. Although the Taiping Army, Hongmen, Qing Army, etc. would not bring bright prospects to the land of China, and Ye Zhao had no good feelings for these powers, if it were not considered its historical limitations, there were always some righteous men in these groups who sacrificed their lives for their ideals, and such people were still worthy of respect.

At least. The Su brother and sister should be such people. It is said that they were from the Hakka family in Guangxi. They were not victims of rebellion because they could not afford to eat, nor were they desperate who had to go on the road to resist the government because they were so fierce that they injured their lives.

What Ye Zhao was more depressed was that everything he did now seemed to be forced, and was played with by a little girl who was two years younger than him. Especially if he was still a modern person with knowledge over a hundred years later, Ye Zhao was lazy and would not let others bully him, let alone a little girl.

However, Ye Zhao also knew that although Su Hongniang was young, to be honest, she had a wide range of experience and experiences and thrilling ups and downs. She was really not a little bit worse than that. Su Hongniang had thousands of lives on her shoulders. If she was seventeen years old after more than a hundred years of free, she would be just an ignorant student.

Thinking about it, Ye Zhao couldn't help but sigh, one admires and the other is pity. Why is this hard work?

"Miss Su, a gentleman makes three rules. Do you think Yide? From now on, no matter who I write to whom I meet, even if it is your enemy, you are not allowed to have an attack. When your brother is rescued, we will be cleared. If you see me again, I will kill you and cut you. At that time, you will be allowed to do so."

Su Hongniang thought for a moment and nodded slightly: "This is natural."

Ye Zhao then asked Luo Ajiu to call a big teapot to prepare the four treasures of the study. Although he placed a mahogany window block by the window and stepped on the desk, Ye Zhao thought that Dachun's land would definitely not be connected with ink paper.

"Don't write a whole article." Before Ye Zhao started writing, Su Hongniang also came to the desk. She was worried that Ye Zhao would be afraid of this little trick.

Ye Zhao laughed: "Miss can read?"

Su Hongniang thought to herself that this little slippery mind was quick, and she turned her cheeks slightly: "Can you know a few."

Ye Zhao no longer said that the brush fell lightly, and it seemed that the pen was like a dragon and a snake, but it was actually written in a crooked way. There was no way. Ye Zhao was really not talented in mastering the brush.

A simple note: "Dachun: Come to Yanchunyuan quickly, things are urgent. Brother: Ye Zhao." After writing, Ye Zhao handed it to Su Hongniang with awkward look, and just said that he could not come to Dachun when he wrote a letter.

Su Hongniang didn't say much, just nodded slightly.

Ye Zhao handed the note to Luo Ajiu, and said, "I don't know where he is now and whether he is on duty. You can go to the front guard office first. If you are not there, go to the auxiliary Duke's Mansion of Donggaofang Hutong."

Dachun is a descendant of Prince Yi, the third son of Prince Yi, Daishan, one of the eight major iron hat kings. However, he had no contact with the hereditary family. After all, he had been separated by more than ten generations of people. Although he was of the same clan, he could not be separated again.

The ancestors of Dachun were also robbed of titles. Grandpa Dachun finally recovered his vitality in his life. He relied on the deceased Prince Zheng to take charge of Emperor Jiaqing, which won the emperor's heart. He was so kind to the Duke of the State, who was the prince, prince, Beile, Beizi, and the sixth-class title after Duke of Zhenguo. There were thousands of yellow belts in Beijing, and the royal family had twelve ranks. There were countless idle royal families without titles. Dachun was still progressing, and he knew that he had the hope of being favored by his superiors. Most of the yellow belts were just waiting to die to eat the fourth-grade money and food that provided the idle royal family.

After Luo Ajiu left, the room was silent for a while. Ye Zhao suddenly asked, "Miss Su, your feet still hurt, right?" After that, he wanted to shave himself. He was just a pervert, but he was still uneasy and said such a bastard. Why are you staring at other people's feet?

Ye Zhao had discovered it long ago. According to the customs of Hakka in Guangxi, Su Hongniang did not bind her feet. However, when she first saw her, she wanted to wear a pair of small bow shoes in order to hide it from the madam. When Ye Zhao was knocked out and woke up, she realized this. She wanted to chat with Su Hongniang, but Ye Zhao didn't know why she asked such a question.

In fact, Ye Zhao couldn't blame him. Although he had been in this world for twenty years, he had never had much contact with young women of this era. The maids and mothers in the mansion were all submissive and like wooden men. He had no wives and concubines, and he said he had a lot of relatives, but he refused. As for the legitimate concubine, he wanted the clan's mansion or the emperor to marry.

The Prince and the Concubine had always been allowed to do so, but it was only in the past or two years that it was gradually blowing in Ye Zhao's ears, and he began to have the idea of ​​holding a grandson. He was unmarried at the age of 20 and was a clan again, so he was considered an old age in this era.

It was the first time Ye Zhao had been living with a strange woman in such an environment. He couldn't help but have the habit of his previous life in his words, and it was inevitable that he would be regarded as a traitor and pervert.

Sure enough, Su Hongniang's pretty face sank slightly, she picked up the green tea cup to taste the tea, and gave Ye Zhao a soft nail. I think if Ye Zhao had not "utilization value", it would not be impossible to have a few more transparent holes on her body.

Ye Zhao rubbed his nose and picked up the teacup embarrassedly.

The two of them sat like this for more than an hour, and at the moment when Ye Zhao felt more uncomfortable as he sat down, the savior finally arrived.

"The person who dares to go with me is still in my mother's stomach, but inquires in Sijiu City, who is Liu Ye? A righteous person! But one thing is that no one can ride my neck and pee!" Before he entered the house, Dachun heard Da's voice shouting, and then the madam was whispering something, thinking that he wanted Da's Liu Ye to relieve his anger.

Ye Zhao smiled bitterly. Dachun seemed to feel uncomfortable every time he didn't make any noise.

The door was pushed open, and a young man who looked like a tuberculosis came in. His clothes were bright and tight, but his face was yellow and his face was covered in smoke. Zhang Wa looked like he could never wake up from tears. He walked eight steps outside and looked like a king-in-law.

Just now, the Sixth Master beat someone out, but he was slowed down and was kicked. He still kept pushing his head a few times on the face, and the person kicked his face was covered with blood. But who doesn’t know Mr. Da Liu from Yanchunyuan? Who dares to say anything? The madam persuaded him to enter the room and kept saying: “Mr. Liu, please rest first. Turn around, I will call the little bastard who is not open to the eyes to kowtow to Mr. Liu. He is Sun Monkey. Can he still jump out of your Mr. Liu’s Five Finger Mountain? Are you angry with him? It’s not worth it!”

Dachun didn't appreciate it at all and rolled her eyes: "Get out! Don't let it go and lose my pleasure!"

After eating, he scolded the madam but felt relieved. He knew that the matter had been revealed. He laughed with a big fat face with a shiny oily face, hurriedly apologized a few more times and then happily retreated.

"Brother, you are lucky." Dachun was so intimate towards Ye Zhao that he was so intimate that he was even more intimate. He was thrown away by Ye Zhao and just laughed dryly.

Then he glanced at the charming and charming Su Hongniang. He was slightly stunned and couldn't pull out his eyes. However, he immediately thought of something and turned his head, but no longer smiled. He said, "Brother, you are planning to set up a house outside. Leave it to me Dachun with peace of mind. Keep it for you. Keep it beautiful and neat, and keep your sister-in-law satisfied." Although he guessed that this beauty was the polite prostitute who was handed over to the prince last night, and even regretted it, it was already done. Now that he is the prince's woman, he can't have any more delusions, let alone a little disrespectful.

Seeing that Dachun was wrong, Ye Zhao smiled bitterly and stretched out his hand and said, "Lao Liu, drink a little tea to refresh yourself first. I'll look for you, there's something else."

Dachun raised his neck and said, "Brother, don't ask me to divinate. If you have any questions, please give me instructions. My six sons frowned and were not a man!"

Ye Zhao pondered and said slowly: "There is such a thing. Last month, you took someone from Guangxi, named Su Peilin. Do you still remember?"

"Is this happening?" Dachun frowned, obviously unable to remember.

Ye Zhao expected this. If he remembered it, it would be really not Dachun. "Don't matter whether you remember it or not, this person is now in the Ministry of Justice prison, please help me get it out."

"Success, Su Peilin, right?" Dachun muttered, and stood up. But he was impatient, turned around and left, and said as he walked: "I'm going to ask for someone now! What the hell is this? The police camp reported the name of Master to take someone!" I thought I couldn't hold on to the face of Ye Zhao's acquaintance, and I screamed and didn't know what he was calling, which made Ye Zhao smile.
Chapter completed!