Chapter 233 Chunge goes north, losing money in the transaction 3

"The owner, the owner." As soon as the little servant turned around, he flew to his owner's side, first whispered a few words, and then turned into a 'rough' push towards his owner. And the proprietor was too tired, so he just waved his hand and said, don't make noise, and lay back down, motionless on the bed.

"If you go back to sleep, don't blame me." The good words are exhausted, the owner is stunned and has no reaction, there is no way, the little guy has to shirk his responsibility first, it is really not good, he is ready to face Chunge.

"What are you arguing about, boy?" The proprietor, who took out a free hand from the bed, wiped his face heroically, and said with his eyes still closed.

"Boss, I'm not a kid, but there's a kid who wants to visit you." The little servant took the coat of the owner next to him and prepared it for his owner to wear.

"I'm sleeping soundly at your host's house, I'm not free, I'm gone." I think this owner is also an old man, and he was finally able to sleep peacefully and was disturbed, regardless of whether that person was the king of heaven or not, he didn't see it.

"That person is Xie Yuangong of the southeast." The little guy shook the coat in his hand, and he looked like I was not in a hurry.

"Guan Chunge?" The proprietor poked his head out of the quilt and asked in surprise.

"yes." The little guy spread out his hand and shook his shoulder, just waiting to see his host's joke.

"You kid said it earlier." With that, the owner jumped up from the bed at an unusual speed, took the clothes with his left hand, and wiped the wet towel on his face with his right hand.

"You can't say this, the little one will tell the official to go." Looking at such a busy owner, the little guy pretended to be aggrieved and walked towards the door pitifully.

"You dare." At this time, the proprietor also picked it up, and rushed to the door between the little guys, and took a deep breath, but he didn't open the door.

The little guy looked at his boss and had to grind, and reminded softly: "Don't dare, don't dare, don't dare, you have to hurry up, the official has been waiting for a while." ”

"That kid made the old man suffer a big loss, let him wait for a while." That being said, the proprietor was dressed up, and it was the foreplay that prepared to open the door.

The little guy said helplessly in his heart, hey, why are you so much to do, but complaining is complaining, but he has been following his owner for some days, how can he not know that his owner can't get over the face, or he can only come forward to give a step, otherwise I don't know when his owner will be twisted.

"Yes, yes, you are right, but the owner, you should hurry up, in case something happens to the adults and leaves." The little guy also took a few small steps to the door, pulled the tangled owner back, and was about to open the door.

The proprietor is also a person who goes down the stairs when he sees it, anyway, when he gets to the back, he simply does it on the chair, waves his hand and says, "I don't want to delay him, I just saw him, you open the door." ”

As soon as the little guy turned around, he rewarded his owner with a small white eye, a dead duck with a hard mouth, it was really such an age, and at the same time, this difficult door finally opened.

As soon as the door opened, Chun Ge was in front and Anu was behind, and the faces of the two did not show the slightest impatience of waiting, but vaguely revealed a sense of leisure, which made the little girl stunned.

"My lord, I've been waiting for a long time, and the owner has an invite." The little guy bowed but didn't see the slightest humility, which is really the bearing of a big family.

The little guy let go of Chun Ge and let Anu enter the door one after another, and there were no obstacles, so the proprietor stared at Chun Ge at the first time. I saw that the qualifications of the person who came were merry, the appearance was beautiful, and there was a general idea of an immortal, and he was really a great talent with poetry and books.

"Prince." Chun Ge in front of him is an old man, about fifty years old, sideburns slightly white, but he looks refreshed, especially those eyes are rare in the world of clear looks, this person is the main purpose of Chun Ge's trip, the world calls him a prince.

Who is the prince, one of the great Confucians at that time, if the southern students are respected by Sima Shu, then the northern students are the first to look forward to the prince, it is not an exaggeration to say that the prince and Sima Shu are the most representative figures of academic and prestige in the north and south today. But if you talk about it carefully, Chun Ge feels that the prince is better than Sima Shu in dealing with people.

The prince, whose real name is called Wang Fu, is the word Ziling, and in the early years he was an official or even an official position, but at that time, for some reason, he retired bravely in the prime of his life, resigned from the official position and went into business. If this point is not worth it, Chun Ge treats it respectfully, then the other identity of the prince to remove this layer of light is even more worthy of Chun Ge's careful consideration.

Although this prince has long since retired from officialdom, his influence has not weakened, but has gone up slowly, because every year he will spend a large amount of money to support a group of talented students, and even accept them as disciples, and these disciples have gradually become indispensable figures in the north and central of the DPRK after the precipitation of time. Rusi's background is simply synonymous with money, power, and power, and Chun Ge is still a posterior in front of him, a little rookie-level little broken child.

"If you talk about elegance and bearing, you, Xie Yuangong, can be called the first person in today's young generation." The prince had not seen such a boy for many years, and remembered that the last time seemed to be ten years ago, and that man seemed to be the son of that appearance.

"The prince praised it falsely, let's talk about it in private, if you let others listen to it, the kid will not become a living target for the world's scholars." Chunge's fart was just shot, which not only shortened the distance between himself and the prince, but also quietly held the prince to a great height.

Chun Ge heard this, and the little guy who was waiting on the side almost stared out of his eyes, and said in his heart that this sycophant shot is so level, it is directly proportional to his reputation.

"You kid doesn't really talk." The prince stroked his little goatee and said with a smile: "But the old man likes to listen." ”

"Come to think of it, boy, it's just nice to say." Chun Ge is definitely a good player at going up the slope, but he is also trying to let this prince dissipate his anger well.

"You sit down, Lao Wang serves tea." The prince pointed to the chair beside him, motioned for Chunge to sit down, and arranged for the little guy to make tea.

Chun Ge looked at the person dressed as the little guy, who was originally the butler of the prince, no wonder it was different from ordinary people, but seeing that he was dressed like this by the prince, he could also know that the prince was also this childlike old child. Before he sat down, he gave Anu a look and asked him to get some snacks, Anu and Chunge had a tacit understanding, and with just one look, Anu went out with understanding, and Chunge also smiled and sat down next to the prince.

Ke Chunge's butt had just touched the chair, only to hear the prince say unhappily: "You kid, you are not kind." ”