Some people say that beautiful eyes can speak.
Xianjin has a pair of beautiful eyes and is speaking at this moment.
I couldn't hear what was said, but I thought she was scolding him.
He cursed in a very dirty way with full emotion.
Qiao Hui swallowed subconsciously, and cold sweat broke out on his back from his coccyx to the top of his head. He pushed his hands back and sat up straight.
Qiao Hui thought for a moment, then quickly crossed his legs, tilted his head back, and looked at people with his eyes while shaking his legs: "Tell me in detail, brother, why is your words so nice?"
Qiao Hui's legs were shaking more and more violently, and even his head began to shake as well. His vulgarity revealed a bit of greasiness, and his greasiness also implied a bit of confidence.
"Is it the nice voice? Or the funny words?"
Qiao Hui cleared his throat, sounding like he had no phlegm, but it looked like his mouth was filled with a lot of thick phlegm. He turned around and winked at Ning Yuanhou: "The pirates on the ship also said that I speak well. I can only say that speaking well is just the least noteworthy of my hundreds of mediocre advantages."
Ning Yuanhou was stunned, not knowing whether he should respond.
Jiang Jiabao's mother was also stunned. She was silent for a long while without moving her eyes, as if she was intimidated by Qiao Hui's overwhelming confidence and greasiness.
It is also possible that she was afraid that the phlegm in Qiao Hui's throat would spray onto her face.
Qiao Hui trembled, then confidently turned his gaze back to Jiang Baoniang's face and asked again: "Hey! Sister, tell me! Tell me what other advantages your brother has!"
Jiang Baoniang's originally blushing face suddenly faded away, and she turned her head expressionlessly: Bah! You are so shameless!
Xianjin lowered his head to hide the corners of his mouth that were twitching wildly: Qiao Hui is quite skilled in playing the role of Pu Xin's subordinate. If he had hidden his pretty and clean face, it would have been more believable.
"Alright, alright." Qiao Fangzhi glanced at Qiao Hui knowingly and stopped the whole farce. He raised his hand and looked back at Xianjin: "Let's get back to the point - you have to know what you are doing, you have to take action on the court affairs, and you have to think about your own business first."
Qiao Fang was hinting: "When the rice paper passes the bright road, countless people will see this cake. By that day, you may not be able to grab it."
Xianjin nodded: "Student understands."
The main business was almost over. Qiao Fangzhi caught a glimpse of the third son of the Chen family who had been staring at the painted beams in the main hall for a long time. He cleared his throat and changed the topic back to the food, clothing, housing and transportation that Xianjin's cheap father loved most.
"Food, clothing, housing and transportation are all here." Qiao Fangzhi's tone left no room for argument.
"I know you have a lot of money. You can buy a house or land if you want, but you must live in the Qiao family." Qiao Fangzhi waved his hand, "No room for negotiation."
Xianjin laughed, "I won't discuss this with you! Houses in the capital are so expensive! The day before yesterday, I heard from Baoyuan that a house in Shangmenfang was sold last month for nine thousand strings of cash! I can't afford it for now, so I'm just waiting to take advantage of you!"
Nine thousand strings of cash is nine thousand taels of silver.
Even if he sold Qiao Baoyuan, Xianjin would not be able to raise enough money.
Even many high-ranking officials in the capital rented houses. Wu Wang, a disciple of Li Gelao in the cabinet, had a poor family and rented a house in the northern suburbs! Every day, he drove an hour-long ox cart to the court, which was equivalent to going to court at six o'clock. Wu had to leave home at four o'clock; the court got off work at five in the afternoon, and the cabinet was an involutionary department that worked overtime for a long time, often getting off work at eight or nine in the evening, which was equivalent to Wu getting off work at nine o'clock, getting home at eleven in the morning, washing up, going to bed at twelve o'clock, and getting up again at four o'clock!
What a suffocating class!
No wonder that brother always looks grumpy.
Everyone is irritable if they don’t get enough sleep.
Xianjin doesn't want to lack of sleep and accelerate aging. She can obviously live next to Tiananmen Square, so why does she want to move to Daxing!
Qiao Fangzhi was very satisfied with Xianjin's shamelessness: "The Third Master lives in the outer courtyard. I have cleaned up Qiuxi Pavilion for you. The servants are arranged the same as mine. Jin Jie'er lives in the North Courtyard, and Baozhu lives in the South Courtyard. You two sisters are close to each other and it is convenient for you to move around."
In fact, Qiao Fangzhi never cared about these things.
There is no mistress in the family, so it is basically my younger sister, the wife of Ningyuan Hou, who takes care of everything when we go to Kyoto.
This time when Xianjin came to Beijing, Qiao Fangzhi deliberately did not bother his younger sister and went to buy everything himself.
Since ancient times, the left and the north have been respected. Beiyuan is the best courtyard in the inner courtyard in terms of terrain, size and sophistication.
It is even backed by Jinghu Lake in the north and faces Xinghua Mountain in the south. It is even the most powerful courtyard in the entire capital.
Someone in the hall looked down.
Qiao Fangzhi spoke concisely, and when he saw that neither Xianjin nor Chen Fu raised any objection, he happily announced the start of the meal - it must be said that he had a very good impression of Xianjin's cheap dad. Although his hair was always greasy and a fly would sprain its ankle if it stepped on it, this cheap dad was clear-headed and open-minded. He would not refuse other people's kindness, and he felt justified in following Xianjin to eat and drink for free. He was a person with a very strong spiritual core.
The table is filled with flying birds and beasts, hot and cold oils, things from heaven and earth to the sea, and letters delivered by carrier pigeons, making the whole thing look very solemn.
After the meal, Qiao Hui took his five sisters and one Xianjin to visit the newly built Zhongwu Marquis Mansion - the main theme was to congratulate Grandma for visiting the Grand View Garden.
In fact, as Grandma He, who has visited famous royal gardens such as the Forbidden City and Prince Yong's Mansion, Xianjin has certain psychological expectations and cognition about the mansions of the powerful and wealthy.
But when he actually walked in the Qiao family compound, Xianjin was still shocked.
This place has a lake and half a mountain.
In the capital, a house is sold for nine thousand taels. This house has a lake!
"...It's the Qianlong Mansion of the former crown prince." Qiao Hui pointed to the covered painted wall not far away and said, "There are patterns of four-clawed dragons carved on the carved beams and painted walls. These patterns can only be covered with red cloth. We can move in and wait for the Ministry of Internal Affairs to send someone to repair it."
"Is it the abdicated emperor?" A clear voice sounded among the girls.
She is the third daughter of Ningyuan Marquis's family, and her maiden name is Yiwu.
Qiao Hui nodded: "It's the abdicated emperor."
Yi Wu pushed Jiang Baoniang behind her.
Jiang Baoniang shuddered as if she had been stabbed. Then she looked at Qiao Hui, who was now tall and handsome, and finally mustered up her courage and said in a pinched voice, "Why did you give Brother Baoyuan the residence of the abdicated emperor?"
When Qiao Hui heard that it was Jiang Baoniang who was speaking, he immediately relaxed his hips, tapped the ground with his toes, and began to shake his legs in a very dynamic manner: "Oh, of course it's because of my hard work and contribution! So many people came back from Fujian, but only I and Mr. Hu with a beard were conferred titles. Tell me, is my brother amazing? Awesome!"
Jiang Baoniang twitched her lips and closed her eyes in despair.
When he opened his eyes again, he looked at the Third Miss Ningyuanhou as if asking for help. No matter how much Zhou Yiwu pushed him, he would not come out!
Xianjin wanted to laugh.
Xianjin poked his head out.
Qiao Baozhu's hands were about to crush the hawthorn soup, and she hesitated, "Sister, do you feel that my brother is possessed by something dirty...?"
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