The Merry Prince of the Republic of China[Transmigration Book]

As soon as Shen Qingchuan came out of the gate of Qunfang Song and Dance Hall, the servant who was guarding the side rushed up and said, "Third Young Master, I have found you!"

The servant first went to the Xiling Newspaper Office, but couldn't find anyone, and then ran to the Shen Mansion, and then found out from Qiaoer that Young Master Chen from the Rongsheng Newspaper had sent a post to invite the Third Young Master to go out. I fumbled all the way to the location written on the post.

This delayed a lot of time, and I don't know if the master will blame him when he goes back.

However, after seeing Shen Qingchuan coming out of the gate, the sunlight pouring on the young man's long-browed and handsome face, like the bright moonlight leaking obliquely from the heavy clouds and mist, the resentment accumulated in the servant's heart disappeared instantly.

Shen Qingchuan smiled lightly with his curved eyes, and his voice was as pleasant as pearls and jade colliding, and he said, "Don't worry, what happened?"

The servant came back to his senses, his anxious expression covered his face again, and he looked around. There are people coming and going in this dance hall, and it is in the conspicuous place in front of the gate. The third young master of his family looks good The color, the men and women passing by must take a look.

Mr. Shen had ordered not to disclose what happened in the mansion, so it's inconvenient to talk about it because there are so many people here.

"Third Young Master, you can go back to the Shen Mansion with me first, you will know when you go back."

The servant hurriedly hailed a rickshaw, and dragged Shen Qingchuan to the car, Shen Qingchuan had no choice but to put aside the doubts in his heart for the time being, instead of going to the bottom of the matter.

As soon as he returned to Shen's mansion, Shen Qingchuan felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere, and saw more than a dozen large wooden boxes wrapped in red silk cloth in the living room. And can't make up my mind. .

"dad."

Old Man Shen sat on the sofa in the living room with a dark face, holding a cane in both hands. When Shen Qingchuan came in, his face was slightly red. It looks like he's fooling around in some unscrupulous place again.

Old Man Shen was dissatisfied and snorted coldly.

"Okay, okay, master, don't be annoyed." Mrs. Shen asked the servant to pour a cup of hot tea and handed it to Mr. Shen. Seeing Shen Qingchuan standing there at a loss, she waved to him and said, "Qingchuan, come and sit down. , I have something to ask you."

"Mom, what's the matter?" Shen Qingchuan sat down on the sofa and asked slowly.

Mrs. Shen asked, "Do you know Marshal Shang's son? Do you have friendship with him?"

The son of Marshal Shang?He never had any communication with warlords.

Shen Qingchuan couldn't think of someone like Shang Xiaolou for a moment, so he said, "Never."

Seeing Shen Qingchuan's decisive answer, Mr. Shen on the side couldn't get angry. He threw the gold-plated red post on the coffee table, and asked for accountability, "Never? You still lie when things are going on now, so why don't you lie?" Marshal Shang came to visit and said bluntly that he will marry your fourth sister at the end of this month, and you dare to say that you don't know him."

"Look at the good deeds you have done, he has even brought the betrothal gift." Old Master Shen pointed to the unusually large bridal gown with a phoenix crown and Xiapei placed in the living room.

This test will reveal the truth, if this bastard hadn't caused trouble outside, then Young Marshal Shang would have sent a post that didn't even match his birthday, bluntly calling out his name to marry Fourth Miss Shen.

It is estimated that Shen Qingchuan committed a crime abroad, causing the other party to use this method to ruin the reputation of the Shen family.

Shen Qingchuan picked up the red post, opened it, and found that another person's birthday in his birthday box was juxtaposed together. That person's name was Shang Xiaolou, and there was a line of small characters at the bottom: "Yongjieluanchou, Commonly allied butterfly."

Shen Qingchuan took another glance at the big wooden box containing the bridal outfit, and his heart was instantly clear, knowing what Shang Xiaolou meant.

After laughing angrily, he closed the red post and said to Shen's father and mother, "This person had some entanglements with me before."

Old Mrs. Shen couldn't help frowning, if this evil star called Shang Xiaolou was not aimed at Shen Xinsu, but at her third son, what should I do? Those people have always been unreasonable and shouted Shouting to kill is all about one sentence, and people's lives are not taken seriously.

She was afraid that Shen Qingchuan would get into trouble, so a few gray hairs crawled up her sad face.

"Mom, you don't have to worry. I'll write a letter to clarify one by one. Just let Simei feel at ease, and everything will be fine."

Shen Qingchuan hurriedly comforted Shen's mother, she was not in good health, she just got better in the past few days, if she had a headache because of this again, and her old illness relapsed, then he deserved to die.

For a moment, his anger towards Shang Xiaolou became more serious, and he almost forgot about this person.

"Come here, help the wife go back to her room to rest." Old Master Shen ordered.

After a few maids surrounded and supported Mrs. Shen to the second floor, Mr. Shen said to Shen Qingchuan, "Look at the stupid things you did. You should deal with this matter quickly and apologize to your fourth sister. Get married and start a business." Take it easy, the ones who worry the most are you and your second brother..."

No matter how Old Master Shen scolded him, Shen Qingchuan only nodded to admit his mistake, with a very good attitude.

After sending Mr. Shen upstairs, Shen Qingchuan asked someone to bring pens and ink, spread paper on the table, sealed the two written letters, and ordered the servant to say, "You send these two letters to the Shang Mansion. The sixteen big mahogany boxes were also repatriated one by one."

The servant who came in was a little dull, he stroked the back of his head and said, "But, third young master, we don't have enough manpower for sixteen big mahogany boxes."

"There is not enough manpower, so go outside to invite, not to mention that the guys in the store can call them to come over to help. Aren't you afraid that there will be no one for one silver dollar per person?"

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Shang Family Courtyard.

The courtyard is deep. Although the mansion has a pleasant view in late autumn, the corridors and attics through the mountains maintain a simple yet elegant appearance, but the layout of the wing rooms is extravagant and extravagant.

Relying on his status as Marshal Shang, this old high official's mansion was half sold and half given away. It was taken by Shang Xiaolou at an extremely low price, and it happened to be used as a "golden house to hide the beauty".

This will soon be the love nest of him and his brother.

The mottled walls are covered with trees and vines. There are stone chairs and stone tables on the side of the courtyard in front of the main house. Not far from the stone table is a huge ginkgo tree, which was moved by Shang Xiaolou from the outside. , Golden ginkgo leaves spread all over the floor, and even a layer was sprinkled on the stone table.

There was a young man in a black silk Tang suit, holding a sword in his hand and dancing in the courtyard, but his moves were all murderous. The light of the sword was like a falcon hitting the air, and he was about to kiss the neck of his lover with sharp sharpness. The night clouds rush, and the cold light dagger appears, as if killing a god.

"Young commander..."

The servant made a sound and approached, thinking that Shang Xiaolou would stop, but he didn't expect that his sword pointed straight to his throat. The point of the sword pierced the skin slightly, and some blood was stuck on it. The servant had never said a word so quickly. Words, blurted out.

"Master Shen's letter."

Shang Xiaolou withdrew his hand, threw the precious sword on the ground, and said in a cold voice, "Brother's letter? Don't say it sooner."

The servant wiped the perspiration from his forehead, and looked at Shang Xiaolou's gloomy eyes, the pupils were dark. He fully believed that if he spoke a little slower, there would be a hole in his throat. , My life is explained here.

Marshal Shang was indeed terrifying, killing people without blinking an eye. Adjutant Xin once mentioned him, and when Marshal Shang wanted to kill, he hurriedly called Master Shen as a life-saving talisman.

"Where's the letter?" Shang Xiaolou has been surly and eccentric since he came back from the battlefield, but he was more surly when he encountered Shen Qingchuan.

"Here it is..." The servant handed out the two well-kept letters without a trace of crease from his arms, and Shang Xiaolou took them away.

Shang Xiaolou entered the wing room, called someone to wash his hands with a basin of water, and wiped off the water marks on his fingers one by one with a dry towel, and then opened the letter on the table to read.

The letter written by his brother must not be dirty.

Shang Xiaolou happily opened the first letter to read, his brows and eyes were slightly bent to sweep away the shadows of the past, but his face changed drastically in the next second.

After reading the first letter, Shang Xiaolou was so angry that he stared straight at the word "absolutely" at the end of the letter, as if he wanted to stare at a hole.

His face became extremely gloomy, his dark pupils seemed to be covered with a layer of ice, and the aura he exuded was like dark clouds overwhelming the city, making the servants on the side flustered.

"Hehehe-"

"Brother wants to be kind to me?"

Shang Xiaolou laughed crazily, making people creepy, and then changed his face a second later. Everyone else thought that Young Marshal Shang was insane, but no one dared to step forward to ask questions, who dared to touch the evil spirit Meitou, only heard Shang Xiaolou gritted his teeth, squeezed out a few words from between his teeth, and said, "He can't think about it!"

After speaking, he tore up the letter, and the white paper and ink words were scattered all over the floor. Shang Xiaolou was obviously furious. All he could think about was the last sentence Shen Qingchuan wrote to him. Qingchuan scolded him, saying that he should not use his relatives as a threat, and he would not give in to such despicable methods and other words.

Shang Xiaolou kept stomping, feeling the pain in his heart. He had sincere feelings for his brother, why couldn't his brother give him a little love generously.

Shang Xiaolou couldn't bear to get angry with Shen Qingchuan, he wanted to find an outlet, and now he wished that the adjutant who had such a bad idea would be killed by Mu Cang, and asked harshly, "Where is the adjutant? Tell him to get out of here."

"The adjutant is going to help you, Young Marshal, buy incense candles for decorating your wedding room." The servant whispered.

Shang Xiaolou sat engrossed on the rosewood bench, his eyes were treacherous like wind and clouds, sometimes bright and sometimes dark, and then he opened the second letter, a huge piece of white letter paper, only filled with ink The word "roll".

Shang Xiaolou stared at the letter paper for a while, and then twitched the corners of his mouth. His scarlet thin lips were like daggers drinking blood. He covered his face with the paper, and took a deep breath, as if he wanted to smell Shen Qingchuan through the smell of ink. He said to himself, "It smells like my brother."

Shang Xiaolou's eyes were full of obsession, he seemed to be deeply infatuated, the servants next to him looked at each other in blank dismay, only felt that the young handsome man was not normal at this time, and he was even more afraid in his heart.

Brother, do you think you can get rid of him like this?

Don't think about it!He wants to marry his elder brother in perfect harmony, forever reconcile fish and water, forge a good relationship, and make a vow of a mandarin duck.

"Send the returned sixteen boxes of betrothal gifts to Shen's Mansion on Chunhua Street." Shang Xiaolou told the servants at the side that he would marry his elder brother back in a good manner on a good day.

Shang Xiaolou didn't care whether Shen Qingchuan was willing or not, his elder brother would never want to escape in this life, even if he died, he would be crucified on his bed.

The two servants went out after receiving the order, and the remaining servant saw the scraps of paper and asked, "Young Marshal, do you want to clean up these papers?"

Shang Xiaolou snorted softly from his nasal cavity, nodded slightly, "Yes."

The servant brought a broom from outside the house and swept away the scraps of paper on the floor. When he was about to go outside, he was stopped by Shang Xiaolou again, "Wait a minute."

"Put things down, you go out."

The servant had no choice but to go out according to Shang Xiaolou's order, if he could not serve this eccentric master, he wished to stay far away from Shang Xiaolou.

Shang Xiaolou picked out his and Shen Qingchuan's names from scraps of paper, and put them together on the table. The ink characters were like broken mirrors, full of cracks, and the paper was also crumpled.

But Shang Xiaolou smiled contentedly, because his name and brother's name were lined up together, and there would be a hot current in his heart, and the most beautiful blood would flow out of his dark and corrupt heart. Evil is full of evil, God still let him meet his brother, so he will never let go.

Shang Xiaolou carefully shredded the two letters into a wooden box and put them away, cherishing them very much.

After all, this is the first letter written by his brother.

The author has something to say: ouch

Shang Moren: Jinwu Cangjiao, brother Xiao Xiang

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