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    In his hand, he held the agate skewer awarded by Chang Sun, and in his arms he carried the jade pendant awarded by Li Jiancheng.  The most important thing was that there was a cart of copper coins rewarded by Li Er behind him. Yunhao felt that he was really risking his life.  These days, the risk factor for treating nobles is 9.2.  Yunhao was frightened when he thought of Changsun Wuji. The arsenic thing really gave Changsun something wrong. That guy could bite him to death.

    "I've met the young master!" As soon as he entered the door, the two girls Yuan'er and Xin'er, Zhang Sunshang's children, came forward to salute him.  Yunhao is too young to be called a master.  So Zhao made a special decision and asked the two girls to call Yunhao "young master".

    "The two girls were given to the eldest grandson from his uncle Gao Shilian's house, so they can be considered to have seen the world.  I was a little reluctant to give it to the Yun family, but a slave is a slave.  No matter how reluctant they were, they had to come over. After spending some time together, the two girls felt deeply grateful.  Mrs. Zhao is a country woman. She is simple and gentle in her treatment of others. She is not too sharp and is easy to serve.  Although the little master is a bit tricky, an eight-year-old child has earned such a fortune, and it seems that there is no other person in the world.  Seeing that the owner of the house came back with another cart of copper coins today, he was even more happy.  It seems that if you follow the Yun family, you will definitely not be able to bear poverty.  I don't know how much more comfortable it is than fighting in the Duke of Tang's mansion.

    "Let them move these to the warehouse, and each of them will be rewarded with fifty cents when they come back." Young Master Yun is generous, and he never uses people in vain.  Now, we are also rich people in Jinyang City.  Yunhao rich man said with great taste.

    "No!" Xin'er happily agreed, then led the escorting warriors and coachman to the backyard.  Having a profitable owner is a great thing.

    "What are you doing, madam?" Since Yunhao is called the young master, then Zhao is naturally called the madam.  Yunhao is still young, otherwise the word "ÀÏ" should be added in front of this lady.

    "Madam is meeting guests in the hall!" Yuan'er felt happy when she saw so many copper coins and the box in the young master's arms.  They were rewarded to the Yun family and became their slaves.  In other words, it is the property of the Yun family.  If the family is in decline, it is often the pretty slaves like them who are sold.  Selling her to a small family to be a concubine is still a good idea, but selling her to a brothel will ruin her life.  When the host family can make money, not only do their lives become better, but their lives are also somewhat protected.

    "Welcoming guests? Who?" Yunhao was a little puzzled. When he arrived in Jinyang City, there seemed to be no one he knew well.  Moreover, in my own home, there is a widow and an eight-year-old naughty boy.  Ordinary guests are too embarrassed to come. Who could be here?

    "It's Dr. Zhang, and Miss Zhang is here too."

    Zhang Wenzhong?  What is he here for?  Could it be that Qi Biao and Lai Shun'er got into trouble?  Probably not I took the responsibility for peeking at Zhang Miaoke taking a shower.  Raise troops to investigate?  What the hell if he was seen by an eight-year-old baby.  Is it possible for me to marry her as my wife at the age of eight!  In future generations, when I have just reached the first grade of elementary school, you want me to get married?  Thisis too embarrassing for children!

    Yunhao was a little puzzled, so he went straight to the hall to see what the uncle and nephew of the Zhang family were doing here.

    As soon as he crossed the Moon Gate, he saw Zhang Miaoke walking around in the yard with his personal maid Xing'er.  This was the first time the two met after bumping into Zhang Miaoke in the shower.  Although it was his own home, Yunhao still felt a little embarrassed.  He said hello bravely: "Sister Zhang, why do you have time to come home?"

    "Come with uncle to discuss our marriage!" Zhang Miaoke's oriole-like voice was soft, but it sounded like thunder in Yunhao's ears.

    "What?" Yunhao's voice was almost mute, couldn't he!  You are fifteen this year, I am seven or eight years old.  The age gap is too big, will there be a generation gap?

    Xing'er and Yuan'er seemed to have reached an agreement, and the two disappeared holding hands as if they were sisters.  In the huge courtyard, only Zhang Miaoke and Yun Hao were left.

    "Thatthat! I didn't hear clearly just now, please say it again." For the first time in history, Yunhao doubted his hearing.

    "Let's discuss our marriage! You have taken care of me. If I don't marry you in this life, I will have no choice but to become a monk and become an aunt."

    ¡°How can I see that you are wearing!¡± Yunhao was furious, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.  Zhang Miaoke is beautiful and has a good figure.  He is also well-educated and cunning like a female fox.  This kind of compound talent cannot keep up with the eldest grandson, but it is still rare.  Butthe age gap is too damn big, seven years older.  Do I want to marry a wife who is seven years older than me?  This unscientific!

    Look at Zhang Miaoke's half-smiling look, and then look at those cunning eyes.  Yunhao suddenlyThere was a fuss, and a familiar feeling emerged spontaneously.  "Eh! Why do I feel like I've been tricked by you?"

    "Haha! You finally understand, it's not bad. He is the man I, Zhang Miaoke, want to marry!" There was a hint of appreciation in Zhang Miaoke's eyes under the sun.  But in Yunhao's opinion, she is more like a female fox now.

    "Qi Biao, did you arrange Lai Shun'er and the others?" Yunhao recalled what happened and started to think about it again.

    "Yes! I arranged it. They wanted to join my Zhang family as an apprentice, but they just used some tricks to let the two of them help me." Zhang Miaoke nodded and admitted openly.

    "That is to say, your uncle suddenly fell in love with Lai Shun'er, and it was you who made it happen?" Yunhao felt that the smell of conspiracy was getting stronger and stronger.

    "That's right! I know that stupid boy wanted to study medicine, so he just took advantage of it and said a few nice words to my uncle. Otherwise, do you think my uncle would like such a stupid boy who doesn't even know a word? His old man wants to take him away.  Disciple, people will line up from here all the way to Luoyang." Zhang Miaoke said quite proudly.  With a smile on his face, Yunhao was sweating.

    ¡° When a female fox comes to the Yun family, it¡¯s like a weasel entering the henhouse.  Even if his mother-in-law were tied together, it wouldn't be enough for her.  No, stop it!  Stop it firmly!  Thinking of this, Yunhao quickly walked towards the hall!

    "Your mother has already agreed. She will ask a matchmaker to come to my house tomorrow to deliver the betrothal gift. It seems a little too late for you to go now. Besides, you have seen all of my body. Who will marry me in this life? What can I say?  Even though she is a lady, she is not good enough for you? Isn¡¯t she just a few years older than you? When you get older, I will marry you some beautiful concubines. Don¡¯t worry, as a big woman, I won¡¯t be jealous.  "Zhang Miaoke's voice floated over from behind.

    Yunhao stopped and turned around, puzzled and asked: "Why?" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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