Feng Yuanchen smiled dumbly: "Zhiyao, if I hadn't grown up with you since I was a child, I would have really believed what you said, but it's a pity that I have known you since you were born, and I am very familiar with what kind of character you are."

"Then you still ask." Sheng Zhiyao had an open expression, "Anyway, you have to lend me three thousand taels, otherwise you will miss an opportunity to become a multimillionaire."

"Ten million? Moneybags? What is it?" Feng Yuanchen looked dazed.

Seeing this, Sheng Zhiyao was even more depressed, why is this product so stupid!

"Hey, it's the rich one, do you understand?" She reminded patiently.

Feng Yuanchen was slightly stunned, and then chuckled: "It's quite vivid for you to say that, I almost didn't understand. What do you want for three thousand taels? Are you going to buy rough stones?"

"How do you know?" Sheng Zhiyao's eyes widened in surprise, she hadn't told him!

"How could I not have known that little bit of your thoughts?" Feng Yuanchen said with a smile: "You don't need to go to Liang Lefang, the original stone Qiu shopkeeper will buy it and handle the formalities, you can send Hongxue to get it, and if you want to sell it later, you can also hand it over to the Qiu shopkeeper."

"Really?" Sheng Zhiyao looked delighted: "That's really good! So I don't have to worry about not making money!"

She suddenly remembered something and frowned again: "Shopkeeper Qiu was originally from your Yuchen Palace, right?"

Feng Yuanchen nodded.

"Yuanchen, did you already have an ore business?" Sheng Zhiyao asked suspiciously.

"Hmm." Feng Yuanchen didn't hide it, and said honestly, "Yuchen Palace also needs to feed a lot of people, so of course we won't let go of the opportunity to make money, but this industry is relatively private, and no one else knows about it except me."

Sheng Zhiyao nodded clearly, and then he was relieved.

No wonder Feng Yuanchen can use so many funds at any time, it turns out that there is a huge mineral merchant group behind him to support him! But that's right, Feng Yuanchen is the master of Yuchen Palace.

"Then you don't need to be rich, you already are." Sheng Zhiyao sighed twice, and suddenly said, "Feng Yuanchen, didn't you watch me talk about it yesterday?"

Feng Yuanchen pursed his thin lips and pondered for a moment before saying, "Zhiyao, in fact, there was a reason for yesterday."

"Huh?" Sheng Zhiyao raised her willow eyebrows and said with interest, "What's the reason? Want to see me make a fool of myself?"

Feng Yuanchen took a deep breath and said solemnly, "Zhiyao, you are my unfinished wife, how can I bear to make you ugly?"

Hearing this, a warm current suddenly surged in Sheng Zhiyao's heart.

Feng Yuanchen looked into her eyes and continued, "So we can not go to Liang Le Fang, right? Straight to the Witch Clan."

"Alright, let's go!" Sheng Zhiyao made a bold decision.

Since they decided not to go to Liang Lefang, and there is no time bomb, there is no need for their group to rush away.

They simply stopped as they walked, and a group of people wandered around.

Feng Yuanchen has been following Sheng Zhiyao's side, watching her have fun, and he feels extremely happy.

Suddenly, there was a cry in front of him, a little beggar in tattered clothes was lying on the ground and weeping bitterly, and next to him lay another boy in ragged clothes, who saw his eyes closed, his breathing weakly, his chest rising and falling violently, and he was obviously dying.

Feng Yuanchen stepped forward and looked at the boy's pale little face, frowned, and instructed Bu Xing, "Give him something to eat."

Hearing this, the little beggar looked up at Feng Yuanchen, his face was full of tears, and he pleaded in a choked voice: "This son, please save my brother, he is very sick."

Sheng Zhiyao approached and took a closer look, and sure enough, he saw that the boy was skinny and his skin was bruised, and he was obviously about to die.

Feng Yuanchen frowned and asked, "How is your brother sick?"

"Woo......" The little beggar wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and choked up to repeat the matter briefly.

Feng Yuanchen's face became solemn when he heard this, and he was silent for a long time before he said slowly, "Then you don't have any relatives now, right?"

The little beggar hung his head sadly and nodded silently, "No...... No, there is none."

Sheng Zhiyao looked at the two brothers: "If you believe me, I can try to treat him, after all, it will take time to rush to the city now."

The little beggar raised his head suddenly, and looked at Sheng Zhiyao with hopeful eyes: "You...... Can you really save my brother?"

"I do my best." Sheng Zhiyao smiled at them comfortingly, then squatted down and opened the boy's trouser leg to check the condition of his abdomen.

The little beggar hurriedly reached out to hold her arm: "Don't move him, his whole body hurts."

Sheng Zhiyao gently touched the boy's cheek when she heard this: "Don't be afraid, I will save you." She took out a handkerchief and wiped his stomach with wet water, and only after the stain was cleaned did she begin to apply the needle.

After a stick of incense, the boy finally slowly woke up, he blinked his sour eyes, looked at the unfamiliar face, and his confused brain gradually regained consciousness.

He was just about to sit up, but he was involved in the wound on his body, and he fell back to the ground with a muffled grunt.

Seeing his pale face, the little beggar hurriedly helped him up and asked with concern, "Xuan'er, what do you think?" Is there anything else that doesn't feel comfortable?"

"I'm fine...... Xuan'er shook her head weakly, and then turned her head to look for Sheng Zhiyao's figure, only to see a young man in a light blue brocade robe in the crowd.

"Are you?" Xuan'er asked hesitantly.

"Quickly kowtow to Engong, it was this son who saved you, if it weren't for him, you wouldn't have survived today." The little beggar urged.

"Thank you, Childe." Xuan'er struggled to get up and thanked Feng Yuanchen.

Seeing this, Feng Yuanchen hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, and said with a gentle smile: "It's just a matter of raising your hands, you can rest first."

"Childe is benevolent and righteous, my two brothers have nothing to repay, if we don't dislike it, we are willing to serve Childe and repay Childe for saving his life." The little beggar said earnestly.

Hearing this, Sheng Zhiyao immediately said, "Little beggar, aren't you going to leave with your younger brother? Why did you change your mind?"

"I...... I don't know how to be grateful to my son, we have no father, no mother, no money, and we don't know where to go." The little beggar hesitated for a moment, but finally chose to stay.

Feng Yuanchen smiled: "There is no shortage of servants in my house, Bu Xing gives them a little entanglement, you take your younger brother to the hospital to recuperate."

"Childe, I'm ......," the little beggar stopped talking.

Feng Yuanchen waved his hand: "I know what you want to say, but there is really no shortage of people in my house." After he finished speaking, he beckoned Bu Xing to give the two brothers silver tickets, and asked Bu Xing to get them a carriage to send them.