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There is a restaurant not far from the painting booth.
On the second floor, the windows are open.
A man stood there staring at the booth.
The son of Duke Chongguo came over and said, "I've been standing by the window for a long time, could it be that he is the son of the Right Prime Minister of Nanliang Zhao Xu?"
"Probably not," the man said.
"Are you sure?" Chong Guogong said.
The man looked at the painting booth and said, "Zhao Xu is gentle and elegant, well-known throughout Nanliang, and is the head of the Nanliang family. He will never do such a thing as selling paintings on the street and lowering his status."
"Mr. Zhao is scheming and cunning like a fox. Young Master Zhao is known as 'Little Mr. Zhao' in Nanliang. How could he be so down?" the man said.
Prince Chongguo thought about himself, if he was reduced to Nanliang, he would definitely not be able to do such a thing as selling paintings on the street.
"What is the purpose of him coming to our Daqi capital?" asked the son of Duke Chongguo.
"It's not clear," the man said.
"The only thing that is certain is that it is not an important matter, Prime Minister Zhao will never let him take this risk."
Prince Chongguo took a few glances and said, "I think he is very suspicious."
"Find two people to smash that painting booth for me," said Chongguo Gongshizi.
The painting booth.
Zhou Yan was grinding and preparing to paint.
As a result, as soon as the ink was grinded, a few men with thick backs came over.
With a fierce look on his face.
"The one who collects protection fees!" The man's voice sounded like a drum.
Zhou Yan, ""
Guard, ""
Penniless, he came out to sell paintings to make money.
As a result, the money has not been earned yet, and the protection fee has to be paid.
Even if they want to pay protection fees, they have no money to pay.
Zhao Xu said, "Can the painting be used as protection money?"
The leader of the hooligans looked at the painting and said, "How dare you use it as a protection fee for such a broken painting that cannot be sold?!"
"Take off the mask!" shouted the hooligan.
The guard couldn't hold back.
Zhou Yan winked at him, telling him not to act rashly.
He took off the mask on his face. There were bruises on his face and the corners of his eyes. He looked as if he had been beaten violently.
In the morning, Zhou Yan entered the training ground and was thrown onto the competition stage by the King of Nan'an County.
The consequences are obvious——
The nose is blue and the face is swollen.
After the local ruffian had seen it, Zhou Yan put on the mask.
The gangsters continued to press for the protection fee, but Zhao Xu couldn't pay it, and then they smashed the stall.
The boy came to look for the quack doctor, and frowned slightly when he saw this scene.
Young master Zhou is not weak in martial arts, how could he let a few hooligans smash his painting booth?
He came up and yelled, "Stop!"
A few hooligans really stopped.
Turning around and looking at the young man, he said, "Yo! Who is not afraid of death and wants to meddle in other people's business?"
"Didn't your master tell you not to mind your own business when you go out?" said the ruffian.
The boy said with a smile, "My Lord Hou really never told me that."
"Master Hou?" The gangster's aura instantly weakened.
"Whose house are you from?" he asked.
"Dongxiang Hou Mansion."
Hooligans, ""
The aura dissipated, leaving only cowardice.
"You little ones can't see Taishan, offended," the hooligan apologized.
"From now on, this street will be under the management of my Dongxiang Hou Mansion!" The little servant said coldly.
"Hurry up and get out!"
"Yes, yes, let's get out of here"
A few ruffians ran away in a hurry.
Zhou Yan looked at the aura on the boy, which is definitely not something a bandit boy can have.
The boy glanced at Zhou Yan, and when he heard the charlatan yelling and selling medicine, he hurried after him.
Dongxiang Hou's Mansion, inside the house.
Tang Si sat in front of the embroidery frame doing needlework.
The double-sided embroidered crabapple screen is extremely beautiful.
Su Jin sat on the sidelines and watched with relish.
Xiao Hei circled Xing'er.
Su Jindao, "Mother, why didn't you see Yang'er?"
Xiao Hei has been running behind Young Master Su's ass.
As soon as she came back, she asked her if she had any sugar people.
It's unreasonable to not see anyone else for a long time.
Tang said with a smile, "Yang'er caught the carrier pigeon and yelled that he had done meritorious service and wanted to play in the street.Today happened to be your father Xiumu, so he took him out. "
Myolie looked sympathetic.
The young master is the one who dislikes going out shopping with Master Hou the most.
Every time I go out happily, I always come back disappointed.
There have been no exceptions.
In the words of the young master, Hou Ye taking him shopping is similar to walking his dog.
"Follow me closely, run around, and I'll make you stew."
——Master Su trained the dog.
"Follow me closely, run around, go back and punish the horse step."
——Hou Ye scolded Young Master Su.
Therefore, the word "gouzi" can always irritate Young Master Su's hair.
On the street.
Dongxiang Hou took Su Yang to go shopping.
Su Yang looked unhappy.
He is so old that he can go shopping by himself.
Why do you always worry about him.
Dongxiang Hou looked at his son and said, "Help Dad choose a gift."
Young Master Su rolled his eyes skyward.
My sister is married.
No one will help father choose a gift for mother, so he will be ordered.
The gift girl didn't like it, so she asked him to take the blame.
The little Jiujiu in his father's belly, as a son, he still doesn't know?
Poor him and his eldest brother were looking forward to gifts from their father, but from the beginning to the end of the year, there was not a fart.
Young Master Su has a lot of opinions.
Dongxiang Hou walked towards the sugar seller.
Young Master Su succumbed to the Sugar Man.
Talking about the sugar figure, Young Master Su said solemnly, "What gift do you want to pick out for Dad?"
"Choose more things that children who are similar to you like," Dongxiang Hou said.
Young Master Su was full of energy.
Is his father rewarding him tactfully?
Young Master Su was overjoyed and nodded hurriedly.
"I forgot to say, it's a girl," Dongxiang Hou said.
Young Master Su, "!!!"
Dongxiang Hou's Mansion, Pavilion.
Xie Jingchen and the others were drinking tea and chatting.
The young servant brought the quack doctor over and said, "Young master, the quack doctor brought it."
The quack doctor's face was pale, and his body trembled involuntarily.
Su Chongwang came over.
Jianghu doctor's legs softened and he knelt down.
Su Chong, ""
Before he even spoke, he was so frightened.
The quack doctor knew that Su Chong was a bandit, but he never thought that he was the young master of Dongxiang Houfu.
The cruelty of the Dongxiang Hou's Mansion, no one in the whole capital knows, who doesn't know?
If it weren't for being unable to escape, the quack doctor would have escaped long ago.
Although he didn't do anything excessive.
"Get up and talk," Su Chong said.
The quack doctor stood up, wiped his sweat and said, "You came to me, what's the matter?"
Su Chong looked at him.
"Let me ask you, what are the eight kinds of pills I bought last time?" Su Chong asked.
""
"I don't remember," said the quack doctor.
Su Chong, ""
Xie Jingchen, ""
Su Chong looked at Xie Jingchen.
It's not that he doesn't help, even the charlatans don't remember, let alone him.
Xie Jingchen has one head and two big ones.
Let Nanzhang princess kneel all night, fainted from exhaustion, and received another 10,000 taels of silver bills, and finally told them that they didn't know what medicine they bought, I'm afraid they would go crazy.
Xie Jingchen asked, "What kind of pills do you usually sell?"
The quack doctor hurriedly said, "There are only twelve kinds of pills."
"Aphrodisiac Pills, Shiquan Dabu Pills, Laxative Pills, Sleeping Pills, Antifetal Pills, Abortion Pills"
There are a lot of treasures among quack doctors.
Su Chong compared the symptoms mentioned by Xie Jingchen and ruled them out one by one.
Finally, the corners of his mouth twitched, "So, what the third wife of the family is taking is either anti-abortion pills, abortion pills, or golden spear pills."
Cough cough!
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