Reborn to marry a playboy, the scumbag kneels down and calls me aunt

Night, patrol camp.

On the training ground, the soldiers who had just finished training dispersed. The Sultan twisted his neck and looked annoyed.

Ever since he was chosen by the third prince and transferred from the palace to the patrol camp, the Sultan has always felt that he is a person who can accomplish great things and has the hope of becoming a loyal minister in the future, second only to the emperor.

Therefore, he had a very high opinion of himself and never paid much attention to the trivial matters in the patrol camp.

"I don't know what's wrong with Lord Xie. Why did he specifically ask me to train the new soldiers? It's a complete waste of time."

After making a dissatisfied complaint, the Sultan turned and left the training ground, intending to go back to his room for a drink.

"Commander Su."

After walking a few steps, the Sultan heard someone behind him calling him in a respectful tone. The Sultan stopped and glanced sideways.

The man behind him was tall and very young. He was one of today’s new recruits. The Sultan was quite impressed by his skills.

"Your name is...Fang...Fang what's that..."

The new soldier from the patrol battalion stepped forward, bowed and said, "Your subordinate is Fang Yan."

"Yes, Fang Yan."

The Sultan assumed the posture of a superior and said slowly, "You called me, the commander, but what is the matter?"

Fang Yan smiled slightly, took out an envelope from his arms and presented it with both hands.

"Commander Su left in a hurry just now, and a letter fell off his body. Please keep it."

"What nonsense! This commander has..."

Sudan was halfway through his words when he saw Fang Yan winking and immediately realized what was happening. He then took the envelope and said with a smile, "Yes, yes, yes, I haven't been home for the past two days. My family wrote to ask about it and I almost forgot."

The Sultan opened the envelope and took a look inside. There was a thick stack of banknotes, which made his mouth almost grin from ear to ear.

"hehe."

Sultan closed the envelope and put it in his arms, then patted Fang Yan on the shoulder.

"I can tell you're a bad boy. Where are you from?"

Seeing the Sultan accept the banknote, Fang Yan laughed and walked side by side with the Sultan, "To reply to Commander Su, I am from the capital, and my family is in the cloth business."

When Sudan heard that Fang Yan's family was in business, he looked at him as if he was looking at a piece of fat, juicy meat.

"Since your family is in business, why didn't you follow in your father's footsteps and instead end up in the patrol camp to suffer?"

Fang Yan showed a helpless look and said only four words: scholars, farmers, merchants and artisans.

The class structure of Daliang State was like this. Everyone wanted to get into the gentry class. Even businessmen could make a fortune, but in the final analysis, they still had to live by the gentry's wishes.

There is an old saying that goes, when people are hungry, they want to eat enough, and when they are full, they want to eat well.

Merchants live a life of luxury, but their social class is lower than others, so they try desperately to bridge the class gap. This is the essence of human desire.

The Sultan immediately understood Fang Yan, because he was also born a businessman, but because he could not read the classics, he chose to join the army.

"I see."

The Sultan smiled and said, "I see that you are very excited. Why don't you start working for me from today? You won't need to train with the new recruits starting tomorrow."

The Sultan was aware of the ways of the world. After receiving the money and chatting with others, he also had to give them a little sweetness in return, otherwise who would give him money in the future?

So you see, no matter how much money the merchants make, doesn’t the money eventually end up in the pockets of officials?

Fang Yan showed a look of delight and bowed quickly.

"Thank you, Commander Su, for your support."

Sultan took Fang Yan back to his resting house, and after letting him get familiar with the way, he sent him to buy some wine.

In the evening, Sultan was eating and drinking alone when Xu Sandao came back from outside, exhausted.

"He's eating and drinking again. Commander Su is living a really comfortable life."

Sultan raised his eyebrows, motioned Xu Sandao to look outside the door, and then said, "Today there is a new visitor."

Then the Sultan lowered his voice and said, "My family is engaged in business and is very rich."

Xu Sandao looked back and remembered this man firmly, thinking that he had made this friend his destiny.

After sniffing the aroma of the wine, Xu Sandao didn't hesitate to take the glass and poured himself a glass of wine, then drank it all in one gulp.

After a long "ha", Xu Sandao winked and said, "Commander Su, good news."

"What good news?"

Sultan put down his chopsticks and asked tentatively, "Is it Sun Youwei's place?"

Xu Sandao laughed, "Yes, Sun Youwei was frightened by you and didn't dare to reveal anything. Today, she ran into someone from our patrol camp on the street and was so scared that she was shaking with fear."

Upon hearing this, the Sultan put his thoughts to rest.

"Okay, okay, then I can rest assured."

Xu Sandao took a mouthful of braised beef, chewed it randomly, and then said incoherently: "Commander Su, you escaped this time, so you better keep quiet from now on and don't mess with Miss Su again."

"Quiet?"

The Sultan sneered and said slowly: "If she resists this time, I might be a little afraid of her, but she is so scared, so I am not afraid anymore."

Xu Sandao was stunned, "Are you planning to..."

"That's right. Strike while the iron is hot. I'm going to find a way to ask her out, and then... hehe, make her my woman forever!"

The Sultan's eyes revealed greed and madness, and he licked his lips.

Xu Sandao hesitated when he heard this, and then advised: "Commander Su, why don't you wait a little longer? The Crown Prince's Consort has been with Sun Youwei these past two days. If you want to take action against Miss Sun, you may have to get past the Crown Prince's Consort first."

"she?"

The Sultan's eyes flickered and he felt anxious.

"This person is indeed troublesome. I have to find a way to prevent her from looking for Sun Youwei."

Zhennan Palace.

In the fourth bedroom, Shen Xuanheng had closed his eyes and was resting, while Su Xuqing was tossing and turning, looking like she was worried about something.

Shen Xuanheng opened his eyes a little, but did not ask, because he knew that Su Xuqing was worried about Sun Youwei.

These two nights, Shen Xuanheng was waiting for Su Xuqing to tell him about Sun Youwei, but Su Xuqing never said a word. Shen Xuanheng probably understood her concerns, probably because she didn't want him to know that she had the intention to kill him.

However, a hint of worry still emerged in the depths of Shen Xuanheng's eyes, because she found that Su Xuqing was too kind and liked to meddle in other people's affairs.

Sun Youwei could have handled her own problem, but Su Xuqing got involved and even asked Liang Heng for help to help Sun Youwei get rid of the nightmare.

If this continues, she will probably get into more trouble.

But at this time Shen Xuanheng was not in a position to dissuade her... After all, being kind is not a fault, and Su Xuqing has her own ideas. You can't just keep her like a canary, right?

The reason I fell in love with her at first sight was because she was so decisive...