Chapter 382: The Spirit of a Local Tyrant
Zi Shaofeng also looked at him with a helpless face: "Young Master, I won't tell you, don't look at Lao Tzu as a marquis, but he is very poor...... The property in the capital is ...... this one"
If it is demolished, where will they live for a hundred and ten people?
The Ion Mystery Charm hooked his lips and smiled, and looked at Ziye with a deep smile.
"Zixuan is not talented, but there are a few properties in the capital...... Why don't you all stay with me......"
"That's not appropriate, is it?" Zi Yan hurriedly said: "There are so many of us, we all live in your place, how noisy is that...... Besides, we're more than 100 of us......"
What Zi Yan is embarrassed to say is, how big can your family be if you have a house?
In a place like the capital, where every inch of land is valuable, there are really not many places that can fit 100 people.
"More than a hundred...... It should be able to live in it......" Ion Xuan's face suddenly showed a look of embarrassment: "If you want to live in a bigger house, then live in Qingyuan...... There......"
"Qingyuan ......" Zi Shaofeng and Ziyan Unequal Ion Xuan exclaimed in unison after speaking: "Qingyuan is yours?" ”
Qing Yuan, the fief of an old prince in the capital hundreds of years ago.
Later, the descendants of the old prince were defeated, so they sold Qingyuan, and no one knew who they sold it to.
Although it is located in a corner of the capital, it is the largest private residence in the capital outside of the imperial city.
For a long time, there were strict guards, and no one was allowed to enter or leave without permission, and no one knew who the owner of this mansion was.
I only know that the most rumored is that this fief was taken back by the emperor.
Therefore, in the capital, the people privately have another name for Qingyuan: Little Imperial City.
But now, Ion Xuan said so lightly that the small imperial city was his.
Zi Ye had long known that Ion Xuan was a local tyrant, but seeing that everyone was stunned, he couldn't help but feel that this girl was too capable of pretending to be b.
Looking at Grandpa's look, his eyes were about to fall to the ground.
can surprise a marquis who treats money like dung like this, and Ion Xuan can be regarded as the limit.
"Ahem......"
Coughing lightly, Ziye said unalarmedly: "Grandpa...... Iion Xuan is a local tyrant...... It's normal for him to have a few houses......"
"Normal?" Zi Shaofeng immediately squinted and shouted: "That's a small imperial city, and whoever can buy it there has to be a huge wealth in the world...... Leaving the young master, it cost a lot of money to buy there, right? ”
"It's nothing...... It's just a dozen wagons of gold......"
Ion Xuanyun replied lightly, shocking Zi Shaofeng and Zi Yan really didn't even have the mood to speak.
The first time I heard of someone buying a house and using a horse-drawn cart to pull gold.
Or a dozen carriages.
That gold can really smash people into slag.
The corners of Ziye's mouth couldn't help twitching fiercely, the gold is amazing, she also has gold, and it's not just a few carriages.
"Actually...... I didn't need the gold...... But because I liked the purity there, he found his master, and paid more for the gold, and bought it......"
This sentence once again shows the spirit of a local tyrant, and if you like something, you have to get it for spending more money.
Zi Shaofeng's old face suddenly smiled: "Since the young master has been invited by him, how about we move there and live there for a while?" ”
Zi Yan's face suddenly turned a little weird and pulled Zi Shaofeng, and lowered his voice: "Dad, you don't really want to demolish Zifu, right?" ”。
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