Fast Time Travel: The Posture of the Female Supporting Counterattack

Chapter 22 The Merchant's Daughter (22)

Lan Xi took a look at He Lishu to make sure there was nothing wrong, put away He Lishu and blessed the old lady, "Old lady Chu, I will leave the general's mansion right now."

An unknown smile appeared on Mrs. Chu's lips. She turned the jade bracelet in her hand and watched Lan Xi walk out of the main hall in a great mood.

The servant girl in the General's Mansion saw Lan Xi and saluted silently. After leaving the gate of the General's Mansion, an extremely simple carriage was already waiting in the alley next to it.

After getting into the carriage, Shi Mo realized that this carriage was not the same as the one before the owner got married, but the color of the carriage had changed. Who would have thought that the carriage, which looks so cold on the outside, would have something strange inside.

The set of high-quality translucent glass and porcelain tea sets on the small table alone is worth tens of thousands of dollars, not to mention that the entire carriage is made of high-quality black wood. Black wood is produced in the deep sea and is not afraid of water and fire. The common people have hardly heard of this thing, and I am afraid that even the one in the palace does not have such a carriage made of black wood.

The bottom of the carriage is hollow enough to hide a person, there are small crossbow arrows at the four corners, and there are multiple retractable wooden grids on the wall of the carriage. In the grids are the books that the master likes to read, and various snacks.The corners of Shi Mo's eyes were slightly moist, and he found Mingqian Yulu accurately based on his memory.

Not long after, the carriage was filled with the fragrance of tea. Shi Mo put a cup of green tea in front of Lan Xi. Seeing Shi Mo's eyes turn red, Lan Xi felt dumbfounded: "Are you moved by the scene?"

"Master, I just feel dissatisfied, why..."

"Why does Mrs. Chu have such a big appetite, why Yao'er is not welcomed in the general's mansion, and why I will be kicked out?" Lan Xi took a sip of tea: "Remember, the world can A problem that can be solved with money is not a problem. If you can get freedom by giving up your belongings, it is a profit."

In fact, the plot she made was really not brilliant, it was even a bit childish, it was nothing more than taking advantage of the weaknesses in Mrs. Chu's and Han Sirou's characters.

Everyone is not a fool, just a little bit of scrutiny will know what happened, but why they pretend to be confused is nothing more than a word.

From the common people to the officials, eating, drinking and having sex can make money. If everyone could not give up for three buckets of rice, I don’t know how many people would starve to death. Although the words are a bit ugly, they are not rough.

"Money can be exchanged for freedom, it's earned..." Si Mo savored these words carefully, and Lan Xi didn't continue to talk. Apart from external reasons, the key to changing a person's inherent concept still depends on herself.

In the silence, the carriage stopped smoothly at the secluded courtyard that he had bought before, Shi Mo helped Lan Xi off the carriage, and then someone opened the gate.

The Lan family's housekeeper tensed up and bowed to Lan Xi, "Miss, you're back."

"Huh? What's the matter? What happened?"

The butler has seen many scenes in the Lan Mansion for decades, not to mention that he can deal with everything indifferently, but he has never been as close to a big enemy as he is now, as if he is about to go to the execution ground.

"Miss... there is someone waiting for you in the main hall, saying that you are the only one they see." The butler replied.

"Who is waiting for me?" Lan Xi asked.

"I don't know this person."

"I know." Lan Xi nodded. It was a blessing or a curse, but she couldn't avoid it. She wanted to see who was in the main hall.

In the main hall, a man in black clothes stood in front of the window with his back facing everyone. His tall back standing there gave a very dangerous signal.

How could it be him?Lan Xi's pupils shrank, and her eyes instantly became calm, as if it was a normal thing for this stranger to suddenly appear in her home.

After he turned around, Lan Xifeng bowed respectfully: "I've seen you, Mr. Duan."

It seems that men in the Duke's Mansion don't like to appear in front of the world. Grandpa Duan and Duke Duan enter the palace several times a year, but the third generation of this family is very mysterious. It seems that they have never entered the palace, at least in front of people. , and never appeared in any social occasion in the capital. The woman in the backyard who loves to gossip occasionally mentions this little prince, and there are only three words—I don’t know.

Thanks to Mrs. Guo's Mansion, I occasionally saw this man in the State's Mansion a few years ago, and I couldn't help feeling depressed and fearful in my heart. I still remember it so far.

Duan Yuhe squinted his eyes and looked at Lan Xi. After a while, he walked to the front position and said one word: "Sit."

The Lan family's butler served tea and snacks and shooed away the people in the courtyard. Only Lan Xi and Duan Yuhe were left in the main hall.

Duan Yuhe picked up the teacup and tasted the tea slowly, Duan Yuhe didn't speak, neither did Lan Xi, the surrounding atmosphere became extremely strange.

Lan Xi didn't think Duan Yuhe, the evil god, would appear here for no reason. After searching through the memory of the original owner, except for the occasional sight of Duan Yuhe's back, he never had any interaction with Duan Yuhe at all. .

Things are a little difficult!
When the tea in the teacup in front of him had cooled completely, Duan Yuhe laughed lightly: "The Lan family is not just a name for Lang."

Knowing very little about Duan Yuhe, it is impossible to judge the purpose of Duan Yuhe's coming here. Lan Xi replied in a regular manner: "The Lan family has no other strengths except business."

"Hehe, apart from being good at doing business, the Lan family also has a good memory, and they are also unique in controlling people's hearts. Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to do such a big business, right?"

"Mr. Duan, since it is a business, both parties will definitely have a game for their own interests. They test each other's bottom line in order to maximize their own interests. After all, they are all about earning more money. Control people's hearts."

Duan Yuhe's intentions for throwing out the words "controlling people's hearts" are extremely sinister. If these words are spread, they will definitely be demonized.

"Oh, really?" Duan Yuhe glanced at Lan Xi thoughtfully: "You must know better than me, what is the difference between first-class gray silk, second-class gray silk, and third-class gray silk? I want to keep you To protect the Lan family by yourself, the letter and the letter in your hand are not enough. There is no difference between a letter and the letter without the emperor's nod and a piece of waste paper."

"It turns out that Young Master Duan knows everything, what do you want me to do?"

Lan Xi seemed to be sitting there. When she heard the words first-class gray silk, second-class gray silk, and third-class gray silk, cold sweat gradually wet her back.

After the original owner had no choice but to marry Chu Zhentian, he still hoped to live a good life with Chu Zhentian in his heart. After taking charge of the house, everything in the mansion looked the same as usual on the surface, but in fact, the cost of food and clothing went up several steps. .

The third-grade fabrics that Duan and Hekou mentioned have the same workmanship and the same color. There are only subtle differences to the naked eye. Compared with the rain and dew before Ming Dynasty, the rain and dew after Ming Dynasty usually drunk by rich families are in the sky and on the ground.

(End of this chapter)