Under the report of Menzi, Baojia Wang Cheng and Mrs. Wang hurriedly greeted the door from the inside. Looking at these fairy-like figures in front of him, the snow-white and shiny white silk, he didn't dare to breathe, and bent down at the door.

They don't know where each other came from, but it's clear that this is not a very human pomp.

No matter where the Big Buddha came from, how could they suddenly come to a poor country like Nanfeng Town, they would not be wrong to make a good offering.

Wang Cheng knew in his heart that although Nanfeng Town looked good, in the vast Shang Dynasty, such towns abounded and were not outstanding. Never likely, it will attract such a big shot.

At the gate of the Baojia Mansion, it was full of people watching the excitement. However, the air was unusually quiet.

They don't know what's going to happen next, but they're all looking forward to it.

After a while, a big man came from the end of the white silk. If it is a strong man who lifted the chariot before, then this name can be described as "wrestler".

He was tall and burly, and he walked like a hill, and even the sun above his head was a little darkened by it. The bare muscles are shiny and entangled.

Such a big man, but the steps that fell down were as light as a cat, and there was no sound. Such a strong contrast, the conflict between expectation and reality, makes people's eyes widen.

He crossed his arms and held a large log, which was connected to a red round roof with a square pedrum. This red, as red as a flame, seems to be about to burn under the sun, making people dare not look directly. The four corners of the round lid are carved with gold and hanging clouds, and the throne is carved with pure white jade and decorated with pearl silk spikes.

In general, the jewels were to the extreme, and everyone didn't dare to breathe more and more, and bent down deeply.

Xu Sanchun was glad that he was standing in the alley, and he could look at everything in front of him without any scruples, without groveling.

The wrestler walked very steadily step by step, Xu Sanchun thought boredly, I don't know how much this top step is worth, if it is sold, it is estimated that it will be enough for him to live with the dumb girl for a lifetime, right? If you can get it back to modern times, I'm afraid you will be developed, and you can eat and drink spicy food all day long, the so-called life of lying down to win?

Ah, no!

Xu Sanchun suddenly remembered something, and his whole body was excited. This step is a jade throne, plus these decorations and the weight of a person, how can it be so lightweight, and be lifted like this by a wrestler?

If it's two people, there's absolutely no problem. But at the moment, there was only one person, and he was just hugging one end of the log, and the whole step was behind. Even if that wrestler was born with divine powers, it couldn't be explained. What's more, looking at his expression and the state of his muscles, it really doesn't look like he's trying his best.

This is really, Xu Sanchun thought hard, and finally remembered, this is too contrary to the principle of mechanics!

How so? That wrestler was more of an ornament.

She opened her eyes wide and tried to look, only to see that under the jade throne, there was also a rosewood platform. On the wooden platform, there is a faint purple light circulating along some mysterious lines.

Xu Sanchun counted silently in her heart, and sure enough, as she expected, these lines flowed very regularly, flashing every two minutes.

Perhaps, this is the formation?

Xu Sanchun's eyes lit up, it turned out that the formation could still be used like this. It's so interesting, here, it's much more interesting than she knows about ancient times.

Lux stopped at the gate of the Baojia Mansion, and the half-kneeling girls on both sides said in unison: "Welcome to the young master." The woman in pink and the woman in blue bowed down and said in a coquettish voice: "Welcome to the young master." ”

Wang Cheng fell to his knees with a puff, and Mrs. Wang looked dazed. Wang Cheng hurriedly tugged at her sleeve and motioned for her to kneel down quickly.

What are you kidding, in the entire Great Shang Dynasty, there are not many people who are qualified to be called young masters.

Seeing that Wang Cheng knelt down, the onlookers hurriedly followed suit, and suddenly fell to their knees.

Xu Sanchun shrank his body into the shadows. After living for more than 20 years, she has never knelt down for anyone. Right now, she didn't plan to kneel down for this person who suddenly appeared.

She was only curious, what kind of person could be worthy of such pomp?

Perhaps, it is a middle-aged uncle with a fat brain who comes down? She thought with some wicked taste, and felt that maybe what she was thinking was not wrong. After all, aren't all powerful people usually like this, and the handsome and rich ones only exist in novels.

Xu Sanchun stared at the top step for a moment, just to see if his idea would come true.

However, the person who appeared made her forget to breathe in an instant, and even more forgot the ridiculous idea of Fang Cai.

What a fairy figure this is!

He lifted the curtain and came out, dressed in a red robe with a collar and rolling clouds. Standing in front of the jade throne with his hands in his hands, his clothes fluttering as if he was about to ride the wind. Under the background of white silk, it is as warm as fire and more brilliant than the morning glow.

A crown of purple and gold hair tied his long black hair back at the back of his head, and the breeze ruffled his black hair scattered across his cheeks, revealing his sharp jawline.

The bridge of his nose is high. The sword eyebrows flew diagonally. The shape of the lips is beautiful, and it is impossible to know the joy and anger of the owner when gently pursed into a line. He is not only beautiful in appearance, but also delicate as beautiful porcelain and fair as jade.

He just stood there casually, the jade tree was in the wind, and the gods were handsome. His appearance eclipsed the sunlight in front of him. He didn't have to do anything, he just stood like that, and he became the center of attention.

His beauty has transcended gender.

Xu Sanchun sighed in his heart, even if he didn't have such pomp and circumstance, he couldn't be ignored by everyone. He's the best man he's ever seen who can harness red.

Such a warm, dazzling, and dazzling red color was worn by him with a sense of desolation, and it was extremely strange.

What attracted Xu Sanchun's attention the most was his eyes.

His right eye is a phoenix eye, with sharp lines. The left eye is a typical peach blossom eye, with the inner corner of the eye slightly hooked inward, and the whites of the eyes at the end of the eye are slightly pink.

How can there be such a big difference in the eyes of the same person?

Xu Sanchun had a sentence in her mind that she didn't know where to look: one eye lives in spring, and the other side lives in winter, she thought it was just an adjective.

With such a look, coupled with such a pair of eyes, the man in front of him can be described as a demon.

As if sensing her gaze, the red-robed man raised his eyes and looked at where Xu Sanchun was. Xu Sanchun was startled, and hurriedly took a few steps back, hiding himself more tightly.

The red-robed man withdrew his gaze, lightly swept over everyone's heads, and raised his hand slightly.

"The young master told you to get up." A woman in white said.

Wang Cheng got up on his knees, didn't dare to breathe, and bowed down to wait for orders. In front of such a fairy figure, where did he dare to move without permission?

The red-robed man walked towards the Baojia Mansion, followed by the woman in pink and blue clothes. Wang Cheng reacted at this time, and hurriedly pulled Mrs. Wang to follow behind.

Since such a big man is here, he will be bragging capital in the future. Although Wang Cheng knew very well in his heart that the other party would never come to congratulate his mother on her birthday, who made things so coincidental, and today is the day of his mother's birthday?