The ruffian gritted his teeth: "Eight thousand taels, no less." ”

"This ......" Yu Wenhao swallowed his saliva in the fierce gaze of a ruffian somewhere, "That, that's okay." ”

The ruffian suddenly remembered something, "By the way, you wait. ”

She turned, jumped to the tree on tiptoe, and fell down with a man in the same gray clothes, "This is my eldest brother, we are together." ”

The man in gray languished and staggered, as if he was about to fall when the wind blew.

Yu Wenhao's eyes flashed, and he bargained again: "The food, clothing, housing and transportation of two people is not a small amount, more than eight thousand taels, at most five thousand taels." ”

Hearing this, Lianxi immediately turned his head to look at the man in gray, and his gaze was like looking at a little white face eating soft rice.

Mr. Meng, who has just stood firm: ...... He regretted it, and he wanted to go back to Qingjiang Town.

The ruffian and Mr. Meng had messy hair, and their faces and bodies were covered with dust, looking sloppy and embarrassed.

If you squat on the side of the street and put a bowl in front of you, someone will definitely throw copper coins into the bowl.

As the prince, Yu Wenhao did not dislike the two, but politely invited them into the carriage, "I don't know what the two of you call them?" ”

The convoy continued to move forward, and in the carriage, there were soft cushions, small tables, tea and snacks.

Ripple looked at the black footprints on the white carpet that she stepped on, and was extremely calm, "Just call me my son." ”

She pointed to the man in gray beside her who was so embarrassed that he couldn't feel embarrassed, "He, Mr. Meng." ”

When Yu Wenhao heard this perfunctory introduction, he didn't care, and asked the two of them to sit down with a smile and make tea for them.

Xiao Zhengtai laughed and showed two little tiger teeth, cute and cute.

Lian Xi stared at the snacks on a few cases and blinked, "Little master, you can start eating it." ”

This obvious reminder made Yu Wenhao have an epiphany, and called the housekeeper to hand over the food box, "There are only buns on the road, pad your stomach first, and then eat something else when you get to the town." ”

He was very surprised to see them gobbling up, these two people are not simple, why did they get mixed up like this?

The ruffian boy is extraordinary, and the cultivation temperament exuded by the gray-clothed man in his bones cannot be concealed by appearance.

Yu Wenhao suddenly remembered something, and looked at the man in gray with a strange expression.

handed over a cup of tea, hesitated and asked, "Mr. Meng, but the ...... in Qingjiang Town"

Mr. Meng bit the bun, froze, and without waiting for his words to finish, he replied urgently and firmly: "No, no!" ”

Yu Wenhao's expression became even more weird, and he stopped talking.

His father once mentioned to him that he wanted him to go to Qingjiang Town and ask a Mr. Meng to be his teacher.

The father said that Mr. Meng is as resourceful as the prime minister, and he is a master who is beyond the world.

His father showed him a portrait, and compared with Mr. Meng, who had fallen into the embarrassment of the mortal dust in front of him, the more he looked at it, the more he felt like what was going on.

Lianxi swallowed a mouthful of buns, glanced at a certain gentleman who did not admit his identity, ignored him, and continued to eat his own.

Mr. Meng felt the strange gaze of the two and wanted to cry without tears.

He didn't have the face to admit that he had never been so embarrassed.

Not only did he vomit on the horse every day, but because he didn't have a silver tael, he couldn't stay in a guest house, so he could only stay in the mountains and forests overnight to eat wild vegetables, and even the steamed buns stolen by his brother and sister-in-law.

The younger brother and daughter-in-law said that it would be good to find the fifth prince, so they hurried day and night, and they hadn't eaten for more than two days.

Thinking that he is the heir of Tianji Valley, as long as he says a word, the magnates will offer a lot of silver with both hands.

But now, I can't figure out why I wanted to watch my junior brother's good show, but why I was tortured so miserably.