After being homeless, he was picked up by God and brought home to be his husband.

In the Qingxin Tower, although it was approaching evening and the court meeting had long ended, dozens of courtiers were still sitting in the hall, holding a cup of tea in each hand. They used their peripheral vision to observe and speculate on each other from time to time, but no one said a word for a while.

"I called all my dear friends here today because there are important matters that we urgently need to discuss."

The God Emperor hesitated to speak. This matter was a bit difficult to talk about, but the arrow had to be fired, and what should be said had to be said.

"The floods in the Southern Wilderness are serious. We need to rebuild the Southern Wilderness first, which also requires a lot of manpower and material resources. But now the national treasury is empty and not full."

Yuan Qing's hand holding the tea paused. Hearing the words "material resources", "treasury" and "emptiness", he subconsciously wanted to run away.

Isn’t this just for asking for money? !

The old man does this every time, he catches the sheep and digs them to death. It was the same the last two times. Yuanqing almost sold his underwear to pay off his debts.

He just said, I used to drink plain water, but today, for the first time, I was given Yuqian Longjing. How dare I say that this sip of tea is worth ten thousand gold? ?

Before the God Emperor finished speaking, the expressions of all the courtiers seated changed and they looked at each other. They all grabbed their chairs and pulled them back. The cup of tea suddenly became hotter than a soldering iron, and it was too late to throw it away.

The old man was very good at pretending to be deaf and mute. He turned a deaf ear to everyone's outright protests and continued with a smile:

"I wonder if all of you, my dear friends, would be willing to donate generously. This is a great merit that only occurs once in a hundred years. I promise that all the merit gained will be dedicated to the family altar of all your ministers!"

"This……"

Although it requires a loss of money, merit is hard-earned. If you can get this merit by donating money, it is not considered a loss-making business.

Seeing that the atmosphere was shaken, the old man hurriedly struck while the iron was hot. He looked at Lan Yu and said diligently: "Needless to say, Immortal Lan Yu is most compassionate. My dear, this time..."

"No donation."

Lan Yu flicked the lid of the cup, calmly but resolutely rejecting the old man's ill-intentioned flattery.

The old man was stunned, Lan Yu straightened his sleeves, raised his eyes and looked back at him, the meaning in his eyes was self-evident.

Well, it seems he could be forgiven for not donating.

The last few times the old man came to rob, Lan Yu always paid without saying a word, and the amount was far larger than others.

There is a lot of wool here, so it should be taken care of.

The old man choked, his shoulders slumped, and he retracted the generous words of praise he was about to utter with a sullen look.

"Can I not donate for Mao Lanyu???"

Yuan Qing collapsed, not because he was aggressive, but because if Lan Yu didn't donate, the money would have to be shared among them. Yuan Qing didn't know how many pairs of pants he had to sell to cover this big hole! !

Lan Yu took a sip of tea and said calmly:

"I have no money."

Everyone: "???????"

What did Lan Yu say? ? ?

He said he had no money? ? ? ? ? ?

He has no money? ? ? ?

According to incomplete statistics, Lan Yu has a total of eight streets under his name, including eighteen restaurants, twenty pawn shops and countless other shops.

In Tianjing, whenever you go shopping, no matter which street you go on, you will most likely step on his Lanyu land.

This is only in Tianjing.

There are two salt mines in the west, a coal mine in the east, large ships at major wharves carrying goods, silk and cloth, fields to collect rent, various villas, and countless businesses.

His father has been rich for who knows how many generations. The family wealth accumulated over generations has been passed down to Lan Yu, and he can afford to be as rich as the country.

Yuan Qing was so shocked by Lan Yu's sudden statement that I have no money that he immediately stood up and said angrily:

"You have no money?? How can you say such things without conscience?? If you have no money, how can I have money?!!"

Lan Yu said in disgust: "Whether you have money or not is none of my business? Anyway, I have no money."

"I want to save up the betrothal gift."

"What??"

This sentence was not only spoken by Yuan Qing. Everyone in the palace was shocked by this sentence about saving betrothal gifts.

Who is he going to marry so that he needs such a generous betrothal gift? ? ?

The old man was agile and jumped down from the main seat, holding the back of Lan Yu's chair, with a look of ecstasy on his face: "Are you getting married??!! With whom? Which family is the bride from? How old is she? Where? Human?"

Lan Yu had a guarded face, crossed his hands in front of his chest, frowned and thought for a moment, these questions are not easy to answer for the old man, do you want to tell the truth?

Did he say that he and Chu Yitang were getting along?

Yuan Qing was pushed to the side by the crowd, but not to be outdone, he squeezed back and struggled:

"Why are you saving so many betrothal gifts? If you are saving so much, you might as well include us and give the entire capital of Kyoto to your wife!!"

"Just you? Are you worthy of being included in my wife's betrothal gift list? Can you go home and get a mirror to look at yourself?"

"Yuan Qing, don't interrupt! My child, please tell me whose girl you are. When will you bring her back for me to see?"

The old man's face was almost broken with laughter, and there was a circle of onlookers behind him to watch the fun. Lan Yu decided not to speak out arrogantly, and instead said cautiously: "Then I can find a time to take you to see him?"

"what??"

The old man pointed at himself doubtfully and asked: "I, go to see her??"

Lan Yu clicked his tongue: "Just say whether you want to see me or not."

"See you! Of course you have to meet me, so don't forget it."

"Okay, wait for my news."

Lan Yu retired after his success, patted the hem of his clothes, stood up and left gracefully.

When everyone ate the big melon, everyone was curious and surprised, especially Yuan Qing who was kept in the dark.

He wondered, didn't Lan Yu say some time ago that he would recognize him as his son when he succeeded, so why did he turn around and marry someone else?

The God-Emperor is too lazy to care about those nonsense. Lan Yu is getting married soon, and one of his worries has been settled. From now on, he will have a wife to take care of him, so he doesn't need to worry about it anymore.

Chu Yitang came out of the Yamen early today and waited at the entrance of Qingxin Tower for Lan Yu to finish talking.

He found a secret path beside the auspicious animal stone carving at the palace gate and leaned on it, weighing his bracelet and waiting for someone out of boredom.

When Lan Yu stepped out of the palace door, he immediately looked at Chu Yitang, who leaned on the wall with his elbows and blew a loud and loud whistle at the innocent and noble young master.

The noble prince tilted his head in response, with bright eyes, and ran down the steps to hold Chu Yitang's hand, smiling innocently and harmlessly: "Are you here to pick me up?"

"No," Chu Yitang denied, put the bracelet back on his wrist, pressed Lan Yu's hand against the wall, scratched Lan Yu's chin, and said slowly: "I'm here to molest you. your."

Lan Yu blushed, but did not resist. He raised his other hand to his head obediently, as if he was about to surrender, and humbly asked for advice: "Then how do you want to molest me?"

This sentence stopped him, and Chu Yitang was very distressed. After thinking hard, he decided to start with his mouth.

The proceedings in the palace ended soon after. After all, it was just a matter of donating money. There was nothing to discuss. All it took was a stamp and a pledge.

The ministers came out of the building sparsely, and the voices were very close. Lan Yu held his breath and whispered to Chu Yitang's temples: "Will you be discovered?"

"Of course not, I've stepped on it a little bit."

Chu Yitang's ability to spot the right spots is top-notch, and he won't do it even if he says he can't.

This path was indeed dark, hidden, and narrow. Chu Yitang bit him on the lip like a punishment and threatened: "Be more attentive. If you are molested, do you still have time to look around?"

Lan Yu quickly stroked his fur and coaxed, "Okay, I won't move any longer. Ah Tang can start."

At first, the word was not very appropriate to use here, but Chu Yitang didn't dwell on the word. All he could think about was how to tease the pretty little lady in front of him.

The alley was quiet, his neck was lingering, and he was still breathing. Lan Yu's chest rose and fell violently. When he closed his eyes, he vaguely felt that the light leaking from the end of the alley was getting darker. He opened his eyes slightly, and Chu Yitang's lips were slightly separated from his. He looked directly behind Lan Yu unkindly.

Yuan Qingzheng, who did not take the usual path, was at the end of the path and watched this historic scene with transfixed eyes.

He froze from head to toe, and it felt like he was struck by a hundred lightning strikes at the same time, so much that even Chi Chi was wiped out.

Lan Yu turned around and bumped into Yuan Qing. He raised his eyebrows, took Chu Yitang's hand, and asked softly: "Didn't you say no one will come?"

"I'm talking about normal people."

"Oh, that's true."

No one would be in a good mood to be interrupted out of thin air, and Chu Yitang was no exception. He had a stinky face and a fierce expression:

"What are you looking at? Do you want to join?"

Yuan Qing has completely lost his speech function, and his jaw has not been closed to this day. He has the habit of walking on small roads. When he was in school, he used small roads to skip classes so as not to be caught. This habit has been maintained to this day.

He must also thank this problem that has persisted to this day, allowing him to recognize the fact that he had become Lan Yu's son a few months ago.

Thank God, Xi Dapu Ben.