Incense burned in the quaint and quiet room, and the smoke coiled upward, and soon came out of the cracks in the window after a turn in the room.

The hall and the bedroom are separated by bead curtains, and the door is Chen Hong's "Eight Princes", not far from which there is a pear blossom marble table case, and there is a pile of people's laws on the case, and more than a dozen square names inkstone, and the sheep and wolves in the small leaf carved red sandalwood pen holder are like a forest.

There is a pair of wild grass hanging on the west wall, which is the authentic handiwork of Wang Youjun. Under the wall lay a few cases, on which was a black sheath dagger enshrined, adding a touch of slaughter to the room.

This is the room of the ruler of the Divine Sword Villa, Old Taijun Jiang.

The curtain of the bed was lowered, and the maid gently shook the fan for the person on the bed, and an inconspicuous old woman suddenly entered the room and called respectfully.

"Ma'am."

The man on the bed waved his hand, and the maid stopped playfully and lifted the curtain for her.

Mrs. Jiang sat up with the maid's hand, looked sideways at the old woman who came in, and asked slowly, "What's the matter?" ”

The old woman owed a debt and said respectfully, "The young master has returned." ”

Mrs. Jiang is already over half a hundred years old, but her hair is still black, and only one or two silver threads occasionally show that she is no longer young. A face that still has charm and charm carries the majesty cultivated in a high position for a long time, and it is full of pressure at a glance.

"Oh? That unscrupulous stinky boy is back? ”

The old woman didn't dare to look up: "I'm on my way up the mountain, I think it's going to be there in a moment." ”

Old Madam Jiang snorted and said, "If I hadn't been sick now, that kid wouldn't even want to step into the house." ”

"The young owner is pure and filial, so he naturally cares about your wife." The old woman replied.

"It's just that there's one more thing...... the old woman raised her head and secretly glanced at Old Taijun Jiang, then lowered her head and said, "The young master brought two people back." ”

Mrs. Jiang took the teacup handed by the maid and took a sip, and then put her mind on her words.

"Who?"

"A man and a woman, the male is about five or six years older than the young owner, and the female looks less than twenty."

"Oh? Is Qi Guang a friend? The old lady raised her eyebrows, and her tone became unpredictable, "It's rare." ”

I've heard of some friends with that kid before, but I've never seen him bring people home.

"That girl...... "said the old woman," said the old woman, "it was carried up the hill by the young owner." ”

Mrs. Jiang's sip of tea couldn't be swallowed steadily, she stroked her chest, and the maid patted her back lightly for her, coughing twice before she was relieved.

"Zhou Yuan's family, what you said is true?"

"Back to Mrs. Hui's words, the old slave has no lies."

Mrs. Jiang's face became a little strange for a while: "It's really a hell of a life, this kid just brought the living person back to the villa, and even carried a girl up the mountain ...... on his back."

Could it be that this stinky boy who has never been close to women has also changed sex?

The old lady stabilized her mind and said to Zhou Yuan's family: "You go down first, wait for that bastard boy to come back, and ask him to come to see me." ”

Then he said to the maid, "Help me up." ”

The maid nodded meekly, stretched out her hand and waited for Mrs. Jiang to get up.

Zhou Yuanjia nodded and replied: "The old slave will retire first." ”

……

While the master and servant were talking, Jiang Yuanzhong and the others were already standing in front of the gate of the Divine Sword Villa.

The gate is painted with vermilion lacquer, and it looks very imposing. There is a big plaque on the lintel, on which there are four gilded characters of "Shenjian Villa", the dragon flies and the phoenix dances, vigorous and powerful, and it is not necessary to guess that it must be the handwriting of a famous artist.

Su Muxian looked up at the plaque with her face up, and sighed: "The family is so rich and still runs to be the second child of the shop, Jiang Yuanzhong, you are in a panic, right?" ”

Jiang Yuanzhong said indifferently: "Being rich is not necessarily a good thing, and sometimes it is even better to be a shopkeeper." ”

When he said this, his face was deep, and he could see that there were many untold stories behind it.

Su Muxian touched his chin and groaned, "Although you say so, I still want to try this sweet burden." ”

Jiang Yuan glanced at her again.

Just as he was distracted, the door suddenly opened, and a housekeeper-like man came out with a dozen or so housekeepers.

"Young farmer, you are back."

Jiang Yuanzhong bowed slightly, which was regarded as a greeting.

"Uncle Zhou."

Incense burned in the quaint and quiet room, and the smoke coiled upward, and soon came out of the cracks in the window after a turn in the room.

The hall and the bedroom are separated by bead curtains, and the door is Chen Hong's "Eight Princes", not far from which there is a pear blossom marble table case, and there is a pile of people's laws on the case, and more than a dozen square names inkstone, and the sheep and wolves in the small leaf carved red sandalwood pen holder are like a forest.

There is a pair of wild grass hanging on the west wall, which is the authentic handiwork of Wang Youjun. Under the wall lay a few cases, on which was a black sheath dagger enshrined, adding a touch of slaughter to the room.

This is the room of the ruler of the Divine Sword Villa, Old Taijun Jiang.

The curtain of the bed was lowered, and the maid gently shook the fan for the person on the bed, and an inconspicuous old woman suddenly entered the room and called respectfully.

"Ma'am."

The man on the bed waved his hand, and the maid stopped playfully and lifted the curtain for her.

Mrs. Jiang sat up with the maid's hand, looked sideways at the old woman who came in, and asked slowly, "What's the matter?" ”

The old woman owed a debt and said respectfully, "The young master has returned." ”

Mrs. Jiang is already over half a hundred years old, but her hair is still black, and only one or two silver threads occasionally show that she is no longer young. A face that still has charm and charm carries the majesty cultivated in a high position for a long time, and it is full of pressure at a glance.

"Oh? That unscrupulous stinky boy is back? ”

The old woman didn't dare to look up: "I'm on my way up the mountain, I think it's going to be there in a moment." ”

Old Madam Jiang snorted and said, "If I hadn't been sick now, that kid wouldn't even want to step into the house." ”

"The young owner is pure and filial, so he naturally cares about your wife." The old woman replied.

"It's just that there's one more thing...... the old woman raised her head and secretly glanced at Old Taijun Jiang, then lowered her head and said, "The young master brought two people back." ”

Mrs. Jiang took the teacup handed by the maid and took a sip, and then put her mind on her words.

"Who?"

"A man and a woman, the male is about five or six years older than the young owner, and the female looks less than twenty."

"Oh? Is Qi Guang a friend? The old lady raised her eyebrows, and her tone became unpredictable, "It's rare." ”

I've heard of some friends with that kid before, but I've never seen him bring people home.

"That girl...... "said the old woman," said the old woman, "it was carried up the hill by the young owner." ”

Mrs. Jiang's sip of tea couldn't be swallowed steadily, she stroked her chest, and the maid patted her back lightly for her, coughing twice before she was relieved.

"Zhou Yuan's family, what you said is true?"

"Back to Mrs. Hui's words, the old slave has no lies."

Mrs. Jiang's face became a little strange for a while: "It's really a hell of a life, this kid just brought the living person back to the villa, and even carried a girl up the mountain ...... on his back."

Could it be that this stinky boy who has never been close to women has also changed sex?

The old lady stabilized her mind and said to Zhou Yuan's family: "You go down first, wait for that bastard boy to come back, and ask him to come to see me." ”

Then he said to the maid, "Help me up." ”

The maid nodded meekly, stretched out her hand and waited for Mrs. Jiang to get up.

Zhou Yuanjia nodded and replied: "The old slave will retire first." ”

……

While the master and servant were talking, Jiang Yuanzhong and the others were already standing in front of the gate of the Divine Sword Villa.

The gate is painted with vermilion lacquer, and it looks very imposing. There is a big plaque on the lintel, on which there are four gilded characters of "Shenjian Villa", the dragon flies and the phoenix dances, vigorous and powerful, and it is not necessary to guess that it must be the handwriting of a famous artist.

Su Muxian looked up at the plaque with her face up, and sighed: "The family is so rich and still runs to be the second child of the shop, Jiang Yuanzhong, you are in a panic, right?" ”

Jiang Yuanzhong said indifferently: "Being rich is not necessarily a good thing, and sometimes it is even better to be a shopkeeper." ”

When he said this, his face was deep, and he could see that there were many untold stories behind it.

Su Muxian touched his chin and groaned, "Although you say so, I still want to try this sweet burden." ”

Jiang Yuan glanced at her again.

Just as he was distracted, the door suddenly opened, and a housekeeper-like man came out with a dozen or so housekeepers.

"Young farmer, you are back."

Jiang Yuanzhong bowed slightly, which was regarded as a greeting.

"Uncle Zhou."

Incense burned in the quaint and quiet room, and the smoke coiled upward, and soon came out of the cracks in the window after a turn in the room.

The hall and the bedroom are separated by bead curtains, and the door is Chen Hong's "Eight Princes", not far from which there is a pear blossom marble table case, and there is a pile of people's laws on the case, and more than a dozen square names inkstone, and the sheep and wolves in the small leaf carved red sandalwood pen holder are like a forest.

There is a pair of wild grass hanging on the west wall, which is the authentic handiwork of Wang Youjun. Under the wall lay a few cases, on which was a black sheath dagger enshrined, adding a touch of slaughter to the room.

This is the room of the ruler of the Divine Sword Villa, Old Taijun Jiang.

The curtain of the bed was lowered, and the maid gently shook the fan for the person on the bed, and an inconspicuous old woman suddenly entered the room and called respectfully.

"Ma'am."

The man on the bed waved his hand, and the maid stopped playfully and lifted the curtain for her.

Mrs. Jiang sat up with the maid's hand, looked sideways at the old woman who came in, and asked slowly, "What's the matter?" ”

The old woman owed a debt and said respectfully, "The young master has returned." ”

Mrs. Jiang is already over half a hundred years old, but her hair is still black, and only one or two silver threads occasionally show that she is no longer young. A face that still has charm and charm carries the majesty cultivated in a high position for a long time, and it is full of pressure at a glance.

"Oh? That unscrupulous stinky boy is back? ”

The old woman didn't dare to look up: "I'm on my way up the mountain, I think it's going to be there in a moment." ”

Old Madam Jiang snorted and said, "If I hadn't been sick now, that kid wouldn't even want to step into the house." ”

"The young owner is pure and filial, so he naturally cares about your wife." The old woman replied.

"It's just that there's one more thing...... the old woman raised her head and secretly glanced at Old Taijun Jiang, then lowered her head and said, "The young master brought two people back." ”

Mrs. Jiang took the teacup handed by the maid and took a sip, and then put her mind on her words.

"Who?"

"A man and a woman, the male is about five or six years older than the young owner, and the female looks less than twenty."

"Oh? Is Qi Guang a friend? The old lady raised her eyebrows, and her tone became unpredictable, "It's rare." ”

I've heard of some friends with that kid before, but I've never seen him bring people home.

"That girl...... "said the old woman," said the old woman, "it was carried up the hill by the young owner." ”

Mrs. Jiang's sip of tea couldn't be swallowed steadily, she stroked her chest, and the maid patted her back lightly for her, coughing twice before she was relieved.

"Zhou Yuan's family, what you said is true?"

"Back to Mrs. Hui's words, the old slave has no lies."

Mrs. Jiang's face became a little strange for a while: "It's really a hell of a life, this kid just brought the living person back to the villa, and even carried a girl up the mountain ...... on his back."

Could it be that this stinky boy who has never been close to women has also changed sex?

The old lady stabilized her mind and said to Zhou Yuan's family: "You go down first, wait for that bastard boy to come back, and ask him to come to see me." ”

Then he said to the maid, "Help me up." ”

The maid nodded meekly, stretched out her hand and waited for Mrs. Jiang to get up.

Zhou Yuanjia nodded and replied: "The old slave will retire first." ”

……

While the master and servant were talking, Jiang Yuanzhong and the others were already standing in front of the gate of the Divine Sword Villa.

The gate is painted with vermilion lacquer, and it looks very imposing. There is a big plaque on the lintel, on which there are four gilded characters of "Shenjian Villa", the dragon flies and the phoenix dances, vigorous and powerful, and it is not necessary to guess that it must be the handwriting of a famous artist.

Su Muxian looked up at the plaque with her face up, and sighed: "The family is so rich and still runs to be the second child of the shop, Jiang Yuanzhong, you are in a panic, right?" ”

Jiang Yuanzhong said indifferently: "Being rich is not necessarily a good thing, and sometimes it is even better to be a shopkeeper." ”

When he said this, his face was deep, and he could see that there were many untold stories behind it.

Su Muxian touched his chin and groaned, "Although you say so, I still want to try this sweet burden." ”