Jiang Hai instantly felt that he was no longer loved. This group of people bullied him. He turned to his wife and said,
"I think you'd better not persuade me to drink this stuff. You will regret it."
Yuchi Ziling shrugged and said nothing.
At this time, Jiang Xin also handed Jiang Hai a spoon and advised,
"Brother, it's right to listen to mother. Mother loves you the most."
"..." Jiang Hai's brows were furrowed.
A tragic atmosphere was created.
The wind is whistling and the Yi River is cold. One drink of this soup is enough to make you feel full seven times over.
In the end, under everyone's expectant gaze, Jiang Hai didn't even take the spoon handed to him by Jiang Xin, and drank it all in one gulp.
"Good!" Clap, clap, clap, clap, everyone applauded.
What a fascinating scene! Young Master Jiang was just drinking some soup, and everyone was so excited as if they were urging him to drink.
The atmosphere was so tense that Jiang Hai wiped his mouth generously and raised the soup bowl to throw it.
"What are you doing?" Yuchi Ziling noticed something was wrong and quickly reached out to stop him.
Jiang Hai finally came to his senses and realized that what he was drinking was not wine, so he dropped the bowl. He slowly put down the soup bowl and smiled calmly.
"Nothing, just stretching my arms so I can pick up food more flexibly."
With the end of the soup-drinking activity, everyone returned to normal, eating and drinking as usual, and finished the lunch in a very peaceful manner.
After dinner, Jiang Hai walked out of the dining hall, rubbing his stomach. His stepmother had cooked a special meal for him, and he ate a full meal. Yuchi Ziling followed him out.
Jiang Hai turned around and asked, "Are you going out this afternoon?"
"No, I'm going to take a walk and take a nap. I'm a little sleepy because I didn't get enough sleep this morning."
"Then let's go."
The young couple walked around the Jiang Mansion to help digest their food.
After a while, on the way back to Jiang Hai's yard, I met Cai'er and Hong'er.
Hong'er seems to have automatically integrated into the Jiang family now, and spends quite a lot of time with Cai'er.
The two were so engrossed in their discussion that they didn't notice Jiang Hai and the others coming over.
Then I heard Hong'er saying, "What pattern should I embroider?"
Cai'er, the big-headed military officer, immediately offered advice, "Chrysanthemums, chrysanthemums are so beautiful, and they bloom for a long time."
Jiang Hai heard this and added appropriately,
"Yes, yes, chrysanthemums are good. When autumn comes on September 8th, my flowers will bloom and all other flowers will die. I choose chrysanthemums."
Only then did the two girls realize that Jiang Hai and his wife were coming over, and they all bowed.
"Master, you have great literary talent. That's chrysanthemum." Hong'er said happily.
In fact, Young Master Jiang didn't know what they were discussing, he just agreed casually.
"Hong'er, what are you going to embroider?" After saying so much, Jiang Hai asked them what they wanted to do.
"I can't say." Hong'er blushed and lowered her head.
"Hey, young master, why are you so talkative? You always like to pry into other girls' affairs." Cai'er never used the word "step" in front of Jiang Hai. She would just argue and that was it.
"Tsk, talk about it or not, I'm leaving." Jiang Hai didn't ask any further questions and left with his wife.
Before leaving, Jiang Hai turned around and said,
"Cai'er, you live on the first floor. You are not allowed to take even a single step up to the second floor without instructions," Jiang Hai activated his defense mode again. "No, not even half a step."
"Oh, I see." Cai'er said hesitantly. She didn't have much intention to listen to Jiang Hai as she was talking excitedly with Hong'er.
Jiang Hai and Yuchi Ziling entered the yard and came to his new glass house. Jiang Hai was thinking about going back to the house with his wife. But at this moment, a heartbreaking voice came.
"Master, Master." Uncle Hao shouted outside.
"..." Jiang Hai was shocked in his heart, but he said to Yuchi Ziling with a smile, "My wife, you go upstairs and rest first. I will be back soon."
"Yeah. Go ahead." Yuchi Ziling nodded.
"Hey, what's the matter, Uncle Hao? What happened?" Jiang Hai walked out of the yard in a bad mood.
"Young Master, have you forgotten about the ten beauties from the music academy you brought back? Please give me some instructions on how to arrange their arrangements. It's not a good idea to keep them in the mansion." Hao Bo looked conflicted.
"Oh, this matter should also be arranged." Jiang Hai nodded, "Let's go and take them to Yanchun Tower first."
Jiang Hai was reminded of this by Hao Bo. He then took her to Yanchunlou and discussed upgrading it with the madam.
So Jiang Hai left the yard with Hao Bo. As they walked, Hao Bo suddenly spoke without warning.
"Why not bring them all into the mansion? It's not like you can't support them, young master."
"..." Jiang Hai wanted to give the old man a clean sweep, "No, there's more trouble when there are too many people. I prefer peace and quiet. Uncle Hao, I advise you to take care of yourself and don't dig a hole for me."
Hao Bo shut up and continued walking calmly.
Not long after, a group of people walked out of the Jiang Mansion. Jiang Hai walked in front, and ten beauties lined up in a row behind him. Jiang Hai was like leading a group of little ducks. The scene was very healing.
These beauties, each one of them gorgeous and charming, all stopped to watch as they passed by Chengdong Street.
The passerby has appeared. He put his fingers together, bent his palm upward into a bowl shape, holding the drool that flowed uncontrollably, and said vaguely,
"Sao Ye is so lucky, he has so many beautiful concubines. Oh, I owe you my envy."
If you ask why he holds saliva in his mouth, it is because spitting anywhere will result in the punishment of sweeping the streets. This is a rule of Wang Lue’s Xincheng Yamen.
After Jiang Hai and his group entered Yanchun Tower, the stagnant section of Chengdong Street slowly returned to normal.
At this time, the passerby had wiped his body, and a wet five-fingerprint appeared on his chest. He said foolishly,
"If I could win the favor of one of these women, I would be willing to shorten my life by 10 years."
"I'm willing to give up 20 years." A passerby named Ding had the same expression.
"I'm 30." said Passerby A.
"I'm 50."
"My 100." The passerby said to them angrily.
This group of passers-by started bidding, and just when the passers-by were excited.
"Ah." The passersby all said in unison, "You are such a loser! You don't even know if you can live to 60, and you're still talking about 100. I'll kill you if I die."
The passers-by dispersed unhappily.
Yanchun Tower.
As Jiang Hai stepped inside, he saw a figure flying towards him. Seeing the situation was not good, Jiang Hai immediately dodged to the side. The figure missed the target and fell headfirst into the arms of the beautiful woman who had followed Jiang Hai in. After bouncing a few times, he finally managed to stand firm.
That’s right, it was Xiaohuan who I hadn’t seen for two months.
After hearing that the young master was going to the capital to marry, Xiao Huan fainted from crying nine plus ninety-eight times. She finally pulled herself together and mustered the courage to face this cruel world again.
She changed her strategy. If she couldn't become a young lady, she could be a co-wife. If that didn't work out, she wouldn't mind being a concubine. At this moment, she was full of energy again, as lively and cheerful as ever.
"Xiaohuan, what are you doing? Do you want to destroy me because you can't get me? Oh my god, luckily I reacted in time." Jiang Hai's eyes were full of vigilance.
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