The two of them directly ignored the strange gazes on the street, and walked slowly through the middle of the street calmly and calmly, not in a hurry or slowly, as casual as usual.

Although the town said that this little white face robbed the people's daughters, but seeing the luxury of other people's mansions, who dared to say a word to their faces? Who dared to go to the door to ask for the crime?

Who in the whole Qinglin Town didn't know that there was a big family in the town six years ago-the Yan family, it is said that it is the son of a big man in the imperial capital, who caused trouble in the imperial capital and came out to take refuge, and some people say that it is the illegitimate son of a big man in the imperial capital who came out to avoid the limelight, so as not to be poisoned by the lady of the main room, no matter which one it is, it is not something that these people in the town who have no big background can afford to provoke.

Before Yan Zhen came, the person with the biggest background in the town was the bully Xia Qiuyang in Qinglin Town, relying on a distant cousin who was a guard for the lord of Tianshang Mansion, he had already walked sideways in the entire Qinglin Town, but after the little white face came, the bully Xia Qiuyang also had to follow behind other people's butts like a dead dog and shout Yan Shao Yan Shao, but others never looked at him.

The little white face didn't have much time to come, and the people in the town heard that the little white face was as lustful as a flower thief, and often robbed the people's daughters, even the old woman didn't let go, although no one had seen it with their own eyes, but one was more convinced than the other.

The two walked through the streets and alleys, and soon, they arrived at Fugui Lane, where they could not see a pedestrian, and when they entered Fugui Lane, they were greeted by the breath of wealth, and two stone lions of about two or three zhang were like fierce gods guarding the alley, and they could vaguely feel the majestic momentum.

Every time Wei Shisan stepped on the marble floor paved in Fugui Lane, he had a feeling like a dream, who would have thought that the worthless little beggar six years ago would be able to live in this Fugui Lane that ordinary people had never imagined.

Wei Shisan's footsteps stopped slightly, and then he strode away again, followed closely behind Yan Zhen, and headed towards the only family in Fugui Lane, Yan Mansion.

After walking about a mile along the gray courtyard wall of Yan Mansion, the two came to a vermilion mansion, which was the only mansion in Fugui Lane - Yan Mansion.

Compared with other buildings in the town, the mansion of Yan Mansion can be said to occupy an extremely wide area, only half of the courtyard wall is enough for a mile, which can be imagined the area of Yan Mansion.

The vermilion gate, which is about two and a half feet high, looks magnificent, and on each side of the door there is a guard of the Yan Mansion wearing green clothes, and a long knife in a scabbard hangs from his waist, standing solemnly.

Above the gate hangs a huge gilt plaque with two gilded characters - Yan Fu.

"Young Master, Thirteenth Young Master!" Seeing the two of them coming, the two guards at the door hurriedly took a few steps forward and bowed, they didn't dare not care about the master of Yan Mansion, just the high moon here is the only one in Qinglin Town, they don't want to lose this good job because they neglected the master's family.

Wei 13 and Yan Zhen nodded slightly at the two guards, and strode in side by side.

"Young Master Yan, Thirteenth Young Master, you're back!" An old voice in an unknown dialect like a dead tree shaking came into the ears of the two of them.

Wei Shisan turned his head and saw the housekeeper Lao Pang, who was leaning over his body and in his last years, squinting his cloudy old eyes slightly, and smiling towards the two of them from the purple wooden bridge on the pond full of lotus flowers.

"Grandpa Pang, don't you stay in the room and have a good rest, what are you running around?" Looking at the housekeeper Lao Pang who seemed to be a candle swaying in the wind, Yan Zhen took a steep step under his feet, paced over quickly, and supported the old man who seemed to be about to fall down at any time.

The housekeeper Lao Pang's cloudy old eyes widened slightly, still a gap, and he waved his hand with a smile and said, "It's not in the way, my old bones can last for a few years!"

Wei Shisan tilted his head and glanced at the old housekeeper, nodded and smiled, always feeling that there was an unintentional light in those cloudy eyes, but no matter how he looked at the old housekeeper, he was an ordinary old man who had reached the end of his life.

Wei Shisan remembered that this old housekeeper also came to this town six years ago, not long after the little white-faced Yan Zhen lived in Yan's mansion, he met Lao Pang begging on the street on the street, and there was just a lack of a housekeeper in the house, so he brought Lao Pang back to Yan's mansion to be a housekeeper, with food and accommodation and money.

I have to say that Lao Pang, the housekeeper, did a really good job, took care of the entire Yan Mansion in a neat and orderly manner, and the bills were also clear at a glance.

Under the eyes of the two, Lao Pang, who was in his seventies, dragged his elderly body slowly towards the other side of the Yan Mansion.

In the huge Yan Mansion, the pavilions and pavilions are high and low, the corridor waist is back, you can see all kinds of flowers and plants everywhere, and the rockery and green trees are all over, showing the luxury and status of the master's family.

After a short time, the two of them came to a hall, and two Tsing Yi guards stood on either side of the front door of the hall, their expressions were not angry and arrogant, and a strange scimitar hung from their waists.

"Young Master!" The two guards were not in a hurry, and bowed towards Yan Zhen with their fists, directly ignoring Wei Shisan, and then continued to be their own door god.

"Hmm!" Yan Zhen nodded, and walked into the hall with Wei Shisan.

Wei 13 is not embarrassed, these two guards are different from the guards in front of the gate just now, these two guards are two of the four Tsing Yi guards who followed Yan Zhen six years ago, Zhang Shizhong and Li Yuantong. He knew how powerful these guards were, and he didn't fight about these useless things, so he followed Yan Zhen into the hall.

Above the hall, a beautiful woman in a palace costume leaned lazily on a chair made of rosewood, showing heroic spirit between her eyebrows, her black hair was high, and she did not apply powder but also overshadowed the heaven and earth, like a 10,000-year-old lotus flower on the top of the snow-capped mountain.

"Little aunt!" Yan Zhen stepped into the hall, his charming eyes smiling, and he greeted the palace beauties above the hall.

This palace beauty is the 'little aunt' who almost killed Wei Shisan's life with a sword six years ago, and in six years, the years have not left the slightest trace on her stunning appearance, and she is still a beautiful woman in the city.

The 'little aunt' directly ignored Wei Shisan's existence, but she didn't forget that stalk back then, smiled at Yan Zhen, and then said nostalgically: "It's been six years, and I don't know what has become of my family!"

"I'm going back soon, go back and pull grandpa's beard!" Yan Zhen smiled and stood beside the little aunt and said with a grin.

The 'little aunt' dressed in palace clothes stretched lazily and raised her chin towards Wei 13 and said, "Told him?"

Yan Zhen nodded, and said with a faint smile on his face: "Say, he said that he would also follow us out of this town." ”

'Little Aunt' nodded, didn't say anything, and didn't look at Wei Shisan more.

Wei 13 secretly glanced at the 'little aunt' who had an undulating figure, swallowed his saliva, and the eighteen-year-old Wei 13 also had a preliminary understanding of the affairs of men and women, and secretly complained that he didn't take a good look at it at the beginning, even if the Wang butcher's family in the town was as beautiful as a flower, and Wang Lianhua, the daughter of the first beauty in Qinglin, could never be compared with the noble and dignified 'little aunt' in front of him.

Just a sneak glance, Wei Shisan withdrew his gaze, and looked around casually, thinking that he would be leaving here in a short time, he was really a little reluctant in his heart.