Official ship dock outside Chaoyangmen.

Zhao Hao was unsure what Xu Yuanchun was up to, but Liu Zhengqi on the side was so surprised and happy that he almost jumped for joy.

Young Master Zhao was so amazing, he really made his words come true. The Xu family really came to ask for peace, and they were the kind who begged for forgiveness!

What is there to worry about now? As long as Mr. Zhao says a word, the Xu family will definitely not deal with me!

Zhao Hao made Xu Yuanchun kneel in public for a while before he seemed to wake up from a dream. He raised his hand to signal him to stand up and said, "The so-called apprenticeship was just a joke at the beginning. Mr. Xu, don't take it seriously."

"But Li Maocai and Chen Yubei are said to have been accepted as disciples by the teacher." Xu Yuanchun looked pitiful when he heard this. "The teacher looks down on me, right?"

Master Zhao thought to himself, Damn, I got the answer right.

But he said gently, "We can discuss these matters after the ceremony. You have been traveling so long, go and rest first."

"Yes." Xu Yuanchun also saw that Kunshan County was welcoming guests. He had a lot to say but couldn't say it, so he had to follow the county clerk to the residence vacated by the wealthy families to rest.

But I couldn't help feeling a little confused. Hey, I'm not here to watch the ceremony, and I don't think I'm here to become a disciple.

What on earth am I here for?

Halfway through the walk, he suddenly remembered, Oh, by the way, I’m here to negotiate.

Mr. Xu said, "Fortunately, Grandpa said I can talk however I want. Let's watch the ceremony first and negotiate later."

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"I'm back, I'm so tired." Zhao Hao waited with his father at the dock for a while, and the sky gradually darkened.

At this time of year, the days were long and the nights were short. The first watch drum had already sounded at Chaoyang Gate. Zhao Hao said with a sense of relief, "Don't drag me into this kind of thing in the future."

"Most of them are here for your sake. Would it be inappropriate for you not to show up?" Master Zhao patted his head and said, "Go back and rest. No one should be coming."

Unexpectedly, before the father and son turned around, they saw a large ship with hundreds of red lanterns hanging on it slowly approaching the dock.

On the bow deck stood a shiny bald head, shining brightly in the night.

All they heard was a clear voice like spring water from a snowy mountain, ringing in the ears of both father and son.

"I'm so sorry. I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so long, Mr. Zhao."

"I didn't, it wasn't me." Hearing this voice, Mr. Zhao felt a headache. "Why are you here to join in the fun?"

"Of course I would like to congratulate the two donors, Mr. Zhao." The demure and virgin-like Master Xuelang, wearing a shining cassock, came down from the big boat with a smile on her face.

"Got it, please reply." Zhao Hao was so scared of this shameless monk who asked him to write poems all day long. How could he have so many poems to copy?

"Mr. Zhao, have you forgotten? I told you that I would stay at Huazang Temple. I won't leave now that I'm back." Xuelang smiled and put his hands together and said to Zhao Shouzheng, "Zhao Zhuangyuan's brother is here too."

"Oh?" Zhao Shouzheng's expression brightened up when he heard that. He looked up and saw his elder brother Zhao Shouye, wearing a neat fifth-rank official robe, standing at the bow of the boat and waving at him.

"Brother, why are you here?!" Master Zhao was very happy and hurried forward to greet Zhao Shouye.

"Brother, it's your big day. As an elder brother, how can I not come to help?" The eldest uncle of the Zhao family walked off the boat with a smile, followed by two commoners.

"Uncle, who are these two?"

After Zhao Hao and Zhao Shouye exchanged greetings, they looked at the two men. One of them was in his early fifties, and the other was nearly seventy years old. Both of them were thin, with a clear and sharp appearance, and a faint smell of medicine on their bodies.

"These are Mr. Li and Mr. Wan, the doctors you asked me to invite." Zhao Shouye laughed and said, "Fortunately, they have fulfilled their mission. Both of them are here."

"Oh, really?" Zhao Hao was extremely surprised and quickly saluted the two famous doctors.

"Welcome, welcome, a warm welcome. The people of Kunshan have been waiting for the two miracle doctors for a long time." Zhao Shouzheng also hurriedly saluted the two of them.

Although the two famous doctors were commoners, they had treated many important figures, so they were naturally neither humble nor arrogant towards Zhao Hao, and they returned the greeting with a fist.

"Don't be happy too soon, County Magistrate Zhao. Big belly disease is very difficult to cure, and we can't guarantee it." Li Shizhen is already in his prime years, but his face still has the stubbornness and arrogance of his youth, and he seems to be very difficult to talk to.

Wan Mi Zhai was much gentler. He was in his seventies and very amiable. He smiled and said, "Don't worry. He is like this. He has a sharp tongue but a soft heart. He heard that your county has been hit by an insect plague, so he insisted on bringing me along. He would not do it two days later."

"On behalf of the people of Kunshan, I would like to thank the two miracle doctors first." Mr. Zhao felt warmed in his heart when he heard this, and thought to himself what great doctors they were.

Zhao Hao was pulled aside by Xuelang.

"What are you doing? I'm not in the mood to write poetry now." Zhao Hao shook off his hand.

"If you don't want to write it, then don't write it. It will take a long time anyway." Seeing that the pressure was too great and Zhao Hao was even avoiding him, Xuelang decided to relax for the time being and talk about the poem later.

"Let me introduce someone to you."

As he spoke, he waved his hand with a smile, and a young man in brocade clothes, who was only a few years older than Zhao Hao, walked over.

"Young Master, this is the Master Zhao you wanted to meet." Xuelang first introduced him to the young man.

The 'young master' then put on a big smile, stepped forward and grasped Zhao Hao's hands, saying in a cheesy way: "I've heard for a long time that there is a young master Zhao in Nanjing. My admiration for you is like the surging Yangtze River, but it's a pity that I've never had the chance to meet you. This time, thanks to Master Xuelang, I finally get to meet you. It's really a great honor."

Zhao Hao felt...relaxed after hearing this. Ever since his eldest disciple was no longer around, no one had flattered him so solidly in a long time.

Just from the tone of this young man, he seems to be from Nanjing. But isn't there only one young master in Nanjing, and he has been raped by me?

But Xu Bangning seems to be over 30 years old? Where did this young master come from?

"This is the eldest grandson of the Duke of Wei, the real young master, not the fake young master." Seeing Mr. Zhao's questioning look, Xuelang explained with a smile.

"I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Xu Weizi. My father is the eldest son of Duke Wei, and my ancestor is Duke Wei." Xu Weizi greeted Zhao Hao again with a smile.

"Oh, it turns out to be the young Duke." Zhao Hao suddenly realized that this was the next Duke of Wei. He didn't expect it to be so strange.

"No, no, how dare I call you 'Master' in front of my brother? Calling you 'Weizi' means you respect me, but calling me 'Xiaozhi' is more intimate." Xu Weizi's humble look made Zhao Hao very suspicious of his intentions.

"Uh...Xiaozhi, what are you here for?" Young Master Zhao wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"I came to see my brother." Xu Weizi blinked and said, "I don't mean anything else."

"Oh." Zhao Hao nodded and cast a questioning look at Xuelang, meaning 'Did you take money from him again?'

Xuelang nodded, stretched out his hand, and said with a smile: "Donor Zhao is really a bosom friend of mine. The young master donated 50,000 taels to help me rebuild Huazang Temple."

"Damn, again?" Zhao Hao made a tactical retreat.

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