Nie Chao was stunned again: "???"

what?

What did he hear?

If you add an ancient character before "洲", the meaning changes completely.

That was Europe from the 14th to the 16th century. Because of an ideological and cultural movement, countless famous figures appeared in various fields such as literature, art, and music, and Europe turned from decline to prosperity.

There were many royal families in Europe, but most of them no longer exist. The only ten royal families left today are headed by Country Y, and the etiquette of each royal family is different.

It was just an ordinary sitting posture, he didn't see the trick at all, how could it follow the etiquette of the European royal family?

But Nie Chao would not doubt Fu Yunshen's words.

Because this young man once told him that a necessary condition for being a playboy is to know everything about astronomy and geography, even if it is just on paper, so that one can capture the hearts of different types of women.

Nie Chao always felt that there was something wrong with these words, but he couldn't figure it out, so he had to humbly accept the advice.

It's no surprise that the most romantic playboy in Shanghai knows the etiquette of the European royal family, but what about this little sister from the countryside of the Ying family?

Ying Zijin opened his eyes, his expression unchanged.

She changed her sitting posture, propped her chin on her hand, and looked extremely lazy: "I have read the relevant books."

Fu Yunshen leaned back and smiled, "This hobby is different from other kids'."

Ying Zijin didn't respond.

In just over ten minutes, all the dishes were ready.

There are no private rooms in the Han Pavilion. Each table is separated by a green curtain. There is an incense burner next to the table, and different incenses are placed in it according to the guests' preferences.

There is also a small stone bridge and flowing water on the side, showing the ancient style and charm.

Ying Zijin tilted his head, his eyes moving slightly.

Osmanthus, rosemary, agarwood, lavender, sandalwood...all are calming herbs and were obviously specially prepared.

What surprised her was that there was a pure and shallow aura flowing out of the incense burner.

After just a short while, she felt much better.

Ying Zijin lowered his eyes.

She first came to Earth in the mid-fifteenth century.

Although the spiritual energy on Earth was not abundant at that time, it was not as exhausted as it is today. At least it was enough to absorb and raise witches and warlocks.

She didn't expect that she would come to the earth again. After all, she was destined to die, and it was not easy for her to survive.

Because her injuries were so severe that her soul was completely shattered, her consciousness had been dormant for nearly seventeen years. She only woke up completely today. After waking up, her situation was rather miserable.

Long-term anemia has made this body extremely weak, even full of holes and susceptible to breaking at the slightest touch.

If she wanted to obtain more spiritual energy to improve her body, she needed to find some natural jade and medicinal herbs.

But she was short of money, and both jade and medicinal materials required a lot of money.

She had saved a lot of gold in Continent O in the past. After so many years, the bank should have gone bankrupt. I wonder if her gold is still there.

Ying Zijin thought for a moment and asked, "Is there anything fun in Shanghai?"

"That's a lot." Nie Chao was getting drunk and burped, "You've been here for so long, why don't you go out to play?"

"There should be no such thing as freedom in a living blood bank."

Nie Chao was choked again.

"Little girl, drink this." Fu Yunshen handed the girl a bowl of longan and red date soup. After seeing her take it, he curled up in the bamboo chair and asked, "How many times has Ying Luwei been injured in this year?"

Nie Chao was stunned for a moment, then he calculated: "If we just go to the hospital, it's no less than 20 times."

When he uttered this number, even he was surprised.

Everyone in Shanghai knew that Ying Luwei had hemophilia, so the ladies and gentlemen protected her carefully.

She is also Jiang Moyuan's fiancée. She is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and is loved by all the elders of the four wealthy families.

How could he possibly let her get hurt so many times when he didn't even dare to touch her?

Nie Chao probed: "Boss, you didn't lose to her so many times..."

The words came to my lips, but I didn't finish them.

Who can endure more than twenty blood transfusions?

Ying Zijin slowly finished the longan and red dates soup, narrowed her eyes, but didn't care: "More than that."

The vitality of this body was exhausted just when she woke up. She absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth from the snow, and only managed to recover a little. It can be seen how weak it was.

"Yeah, that's good." Fu Yunshen raised his hand and handed the girl a tissue. He chuckled and said softly, "She can be included in the Guinness World Records."

Nie Chao broke out in a cold sweat again.

He and Fu Yunshen have known each other since childhood and know his temperament well.

Once this young master spoke in such a gentle tone, it proved that he was really angry.

But what can we do about it?

The Ying family adopted a daughter and provided her with good food and drink, wasn’t it just for that little bit of blood?

They have long been accustomed to the darkness within wealthy families over the years, and there are things that are even dirtier than this.

Nie Chao sighed, called the waiter, and offered his courtesy: "Boss, eat more. The Seventh Young Master is right. We need to replenish our blood."

Ying Zijin looked at the plate that she had finally finished eating and was now filled with pig liver: "..."

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At this time, the carved wooden door of Han Pavilion opened again.

Footsteps were heard and a group of people walked in.

The leader was a man with a tall and handsome figure, and his legs were long and strong wrapped in black suit pants.

He had a cold face, chilly eyes and eyebrows, and exuded a kind of aloof nobility, but also had the fatal charm of a mature man.

Even the waiters of Han Pavilion couldn't help but look a little solemn when they saw the person coming.

No one in Shanghai would not recognize this face.

The third master of the Jiang family, Jiang Moyuan.

The first heir of one of the four wealthy families, he possesses beauty, status, and power.

The man that all the socialites in Shanghai want to marry.

The manager stepped forward, respectful but not servile: "Boss Jiang, the seat you reserved is over here, please follow me."

Jiang Moyuan nodded and walked inside.

But at this moment, the secretary who was following behind suddenly stepped forward and whispered, "Third Master."

After saying that, he pointed in a direction.

Jiang Moyuan frowned, but still turned his head and looked in the direction the secretary pointed, his eyes suddenly darkening.

The thin girl sat on a bamboo chair with her head tilted, not knowing what was happening and her expression was full of resistance.

He also knew the person sitting next to her.

Fu Yunshen.

The dandy young man from the Fu family has an extremely bad reputation.

After being sent abroad for three years, he doesn't seem to have made any progress at all.

Not knowing what he was thinking of, Jiang Moyuan frowned even deeper and walked away with big strides, leaving the people following him looking at each other in bewilderment.

These people are all clients of Jiang Group and they are familiar with Jiang Moyuan's personality.

Mr. Jiang Sanye of Shanghai never shows his emotions, so what could have caused him to change his expression?

"The Third Master has gone to discipline a disobedient junior and will be back later." The secretary apologized, "Please take a seat first."

younger generation?