The Xiao family, a little-known wealthy family, is located in the north of Qizhou City.

In the past few days, because it was rumored that the master of Qishan stayed in the Xiao family, it gradually became known to the local family, and then, not only Qizhou, but even the state capitals near Qizhou also knew about the existence of the Xiao family, and some famous family heads sent people to investigate, at any cost, in order to summon the master of Qishan.

Qizhou has always been the sphere of influence of the Murong clan, and there is such a hidden Xiao family in Qizhou City, which has also attracted many noble families to come to the door, how can Murong He, the Jiyang candidate, stand by and watch.

At the beginning of the morning, the sedan chair of the Hou Mansion in Jiyang left the Hou Mansion and went straight to the Xiao family.

As if he had already learned that Murong He was coming, Xiao Yan, the second son of the Xiao family, personally led someone to wait at the gate of the mansion to greet Murong He, "See Lord Hou." ”

Xiao Ergongzi is a white and pure son who is about eighteen years old, but this kind of whiteness seems to be a little sick.

Before Murong He came to the Xiao family, he had already asked the housekeeper Chang Mao to check the details of the Xiao family, Master Xiao originally had three sons under his knees, but when he lived to adulthood, only Xiao Ergongzi was left, and none of the people in the Xiao family lived long, and they could live past forty-five years old, which was a miracle for the people of the Xiao family, Master Xiao was forty years old this year, and he could live for five years even if he was old.

"No need to be polite." Murong He raised his hand and motioned for Xiao Ergongzi to get up.

"These two must be Miss Murong Fourth and Miss Five." Xiao Yan bowed and saluted Murong Qingluan and Murong Qingran, "Say hello to the two Miss Murong." ”

Murong Qingluan is very arrogant in the mansion, and she doesn't look like a Miss Hou Mansion, but out of the Hou Mansion, Murong He and the Wang family's upbringing to her in the past few years, especially Murong He's advice before going out, forced her to restrain herself and pretend to be a Hou Mansion lady.

"Second son Xiao." Murong Qingluan returned the courtesy.

Murong Qingran glanced at Xiao Yan indifferently, and then looked away.

This is a dark old mansion, and compared with the grandeur of the Jiyang Hou Mansion, it is simply a world of difference. The two lines of small characters on the plaque of the Xiao family have been blurred, the red vermilion paint of the gate is also a little peeling, the house door is very small, and there are many people who come to the Xiao family today, as soon as a few sedan chairs are placed, the door of the Xiao family's house is blocked.

Xiao Yan didn't care about Murong Qingran's rudeness, he walked in front and led the way, "Master Hou, two Miss Murong, please come inside." Mr. Du, Chief Lu Shan, and a few of them have already eaten tea in the main hall. ”

"Oh, Mr. Du is here too." Murong He asked knowingly.

Xiao Ergongzi said with a smile, "Yes, Mr. Du said that he was very sorry not to see his uncle ten years ago, so as soon as he heard that my uncle and ancestor were coming, he rushed to pay respects early. ”

"Uncle Shi?" Murong Qingluan was surprised.

"Miss Murong Si doesn't know, my father once begged for the Tao when he was young, and worshiped under the gate of Qishan, according to the generation, the current owner of Qishan is my father's uncle, that is, the ancestor of the next uncle." Xiao Yan explained.

Murong He was secretly surprised that the Xiao family had such a deep relationship with the master of Qishan, but after thinking about it, the world knew very little about such a mysterious place in Qishan, and the Qishan faction had never acted in a low-key manner, let alone lightly exposed its relationship with the master of Qishan, this Xiao Yan was so outspoken, if it was not for pretending to be the name of Qishan, then it would have other intentions.

The Xiao family didn't have the courage to lie to him, Murong He secretly thought.

"Jiyang Hou, now that you have got what you want, why, you also came to condescend to the master of Qishan." Halfway through, Dingyuan Bo Ma Rong stopped Murong He, his face was respectful, but his words were sneering.