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Somewhere in North China.

At dawn, the sky gradually cleared.

A horse-drawn carriage with elegant wooden doors and curtains, from far and near.

The sound of the horse's hooves resounded unhurriedly on the road leading to the market in the suburbs. The nearby woods, sparsely pine or dense, smell of the woods on an early summer morning. Elegant green arabesque with surrounding.

"Butler, when I go home today, don't be too quiet, and don't let my father break the bill for me. Also, don't go on a blind date, I'm still young, young. ”

The person who said this was the second young master of Dai Fu who was sitting in the carriage, Dai Wenlang.

He is young and handsome, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and his eyes are bright, but he seems to have kung fu hidden in his bones. His sturdy body, which is neither fat nor thin, is dressed in a small foreign suit, and he is holding a men's leather bag, which seems to contain documents and books, and looks very cultured.

But he was secretly wiping the sweat that was slightly rising.

Because of his father.

His father, Dai Dehou, Master Dai, that is not an ordinary master.

Its taste is unique, the family is rich, likes to collect, like to furnish furniture, decorate the house. After being born as a bandit, he changed to business and made a fortune. The furnishings and furnishings are especially distinctive and super hardcore. It's like a girl with a big face, rubbing a big lipstick, and a few more handfuls of rouge.

The family changes things every year. Anything that can be posed. Mr. Dai never gets tired of it.

The butler who combed his bright hair frowned, and then reluctantly smiled: "Master, he just made a little preparation, that's it." “

A little preparation.

"Okay, then." Dai Wenlang knew that his father must have made a move.

In short, don't introduce the girl who ate him with a straight look like last time.

The two of them talked.

The little rays of sunlight that had just emerged, lazily stretching their waists, slanted from the distant mountains and forests, proudly reflected in the street markets where there were occasional stalls and vendors selling small objects in the neighborhood, and in front of the main porch of Dai's mansion.

In front of the red lacquered gate, two small stone beasts of unknown stone stood mightily. On the large lantern hanging high, there are colorful masterpieces that come out of nowhere.

The small crowd of people who go to the morning market in twos and threes, coming out in the morning is like discovering a new continent, and gradually surrounds this place. They whispered speculation and discussion.

"This Dai Mansion, which one is singing again?"

"This Dai Dehou Dai Master, what kind of moth is this going to play?"

"Could it be that Master Dai is going to set up a stage to sing again?"

The two male servants opened the door proudly and drove away: "No one is singing today, the second young master is coming back." What are you doing here, tossing around in front of the old man's mansion early in the morning. Also point-and-point. What do you see? Side, go. Don't make a fuss here. ”

The crowd did not leave. On the contrary, they gather more and more. A manservant hurried in to ask the butler.

This old man Dai has a big family, with a total of four housekeepers in the east, south, west and north. The second young man is in charge of the young master's affairs, and the two old men are the people around him.

Within the Dai Mansion.

Main living room. The carved peony pattern pillar, I don't know where the old man came out of the big stone beast, ridiculously standing in front of the hall.

The eighteenth exhibition is bright and bright red lanterns hang high, and next to it, decorated with large European bells.

That's called a hilarious.

Walk straight ahead, passing by neat low bushes to the compound.

Elegant, spacious foyer with a fully open porch.

The remaining dozens of rooms of different sizes are cleaned with large glazed tiles of red, yellow, red and blue, as if they have just been washed away by the rain. Deliberately arranged.

It was a large bucket of water that the old man had ordered to be poured from the roof. Said that this would wash the house, clean. The second young master will definitely like it.

A girl snickered and began to come up with fruit snacks on the table.

The wood in the hall is polished and shiny. All kinds of furniture are mixed and matched, as if people are wearing a fancy dress that they have spent a lot of money on.

It can be inferred from this that its owner must have a strong taste and be different.

The scattered willow trees have unfolded their tender soft green, and the delicate willow leaves sway gently in the wind, rolling the smell of early summer flowers in the garden, gradually permeating every corner of the compound.

The carved mahogany chair in the main courtyard is stable, and there is a Dai lord sitting on it.

This old man is in his fifties, full of red light, burly, and powerful. Dressed in black trimmed clothes, a martial arts coat and loose black pants shaped like a toilet. When you wear it, your legs scurry in with the wind.

That chic.

Holding a big banana fan, I shook a few handfuls, it was less than 30 degrees in early summer, and I was afraid of the wind, so I choked a few mouthfuls of the wind that I shook out, and snorted. Then he hooked his hands, spread out his palms, and asked the servant to replace them with folding fans.

Fluttering and unfolding, there are four big black characters like crooked melons and cracked dates written by "Zhengda Daifu". This calligraphy skill goes straight to the bottom line, and it is extremely hot and dazzling.

Uniform servants, lined up in an orderly line.

There are those who stand behind the old man, and there are those who stand on both sides. All of them combed their shiny and shiny heads, and they were dressed in martial arts suits, tied with wide belts, and they were well-shaped and clean, as if they were solemnly greeting something.

Occasionally, a few old men from the late Qing Dynasty to the present are unhurriedly sandwiched among the men, like funny embellishments, cyan robes, and long white braids. It was Master Dai's grace and hidden kung fu, and he was stunned to hide these old braids.

Master Dai looked up and down, left and right, looked around, and seemed to be very satisfied with his arrangement and furnishings.

"Where's the eldest young master? Go, call him out to me. Tell him that the second young master will come back today. When is this guy going to sleep, and will he be exposed to his ass at three poles in the sun? Master Dai spoke.

The sound is magnificent and powerful.

"Yes, sir." An old servant with a gray face, who looked like an old punching bag who was often reprimanded, was dressed as a butler's clothes, nodding and bowing to the master.

"Archie, come here." He hurriedly turned around and called his subordinates, a boy who had just entered the mansion to greet the eldest young master.

"Give you a chance to perform, go and find the eldest young master."

Who doesn't know, the eldest young master is very difficult to invite!

Where is this opportunity to perform, it is clear that there is nothing to find to scold.

The little boy Archie didn't dare to disobey, so he stretched out a hand, took the night pot and turned it upside down.

It's just because the old servant said: "The eldest young master just had a concubine these days, day and night, if he is difficult for you, you can say that it is to send him a night pot, and he will praise you for being sensible." Maybe I'll reward you. The old servant commanded with a smile.

Archie was young and unfamiliar with the road, trotted all the way, went around several circles in the house, the house was too big, the face was the same, and asked several maids who brought tea and water along the way, and finally found out that the eldest young master was in a room somewhere and enjoyed his love.

The girls snickered behind him, as if they were ready to watch a good show.

Archie wiped a cold sweat and looked at the room.

He walked slowly to the door and listened to the fact that there was no movement inside. tremblingly, he whispered inside: "Young Master, are you there?" The master told you to go out, go to the compound, and welcome the second young master back to his home. ”