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Seeing his niece, Ji Mingshuang was surprised: "Yun'an? Why are you here? Your parents are leaving for Jiangnan today, aren't you going with them?"
A moment later, the miserable cries of children echoed throughout the street.
Yun Xiaoan walked over, hugged Ji Mingshuang's legs, and cried loudly: "Uncle Mingshuang, my parents don't want me anymore, wuwuwuwuwu."
Ji Mingshuang was frozen in place.
He didn't want to take care of a child, especially when the child's name was Wu Yun'an.
He helped take care of the family for a few days back then, and he has been haunted by this ever since.
Chapter 112
On the third day after Ji Yunxi and Wu Weian left, the wives and daughters of officials in the capital city received invitations one after another.
The invitation was exquisite, with a cloud painted on the outside.
These invitations were given to ladies in their teens and twenties, who were a little confused before opening them.
However, the younger siblings or children under ten years old at home took one look and said, "They can't go!"
The second daughter of the Zuodu Censor's family had just come of age a few months earlier. When she heard her seventh sister's words, she was slightly taken aback: "Why can't I go?"
The seventh daughter of the Left Censor-in-Chief's family was seven years old. For a month, she had a close relationship with Wu Yun'an. Unfortunately, this sisterhood only lasted a month.
Miss Seven: "Second sister, this is Wu Yun'an's invitation. You are going to Wu Yun'an's party, so you need to prepare a gift."
The Second Young Lady didn't think there was anything wrong with this: "Seventh Sister, it's proper etiquette to prepare a gift for a banquet."
Miss Seven muttered, "But it happens every day."
That month, Wu Yun'an held banquets every day, either at the Wu residence, the Eastern Palace, or the Lin residence. He rotated between the three venues, with the Seventh Young Lady of the Left Censor-in-Chief's family and the other children, each giving a gift a day until all the goodies were gone.
For example, her favorite wooden doll, dragonfly hairpin, etc.
The second young lady did not take the seventh sister's words to heart. She had already opened the invitation and her face turned red when she saw the content on it.
Wu Yun'an's banquet was held at Ji's house.
Ji Mansion!
It’s Ji Mingshuang’s residence!
After so many years, Ji Mingshuang, who is now in his twenties, has not only not faded in the eyes of the women in Shangjing City, but has made them even more crazy.
After all, no matter how outstanding Wu Xiang's temperament and talent are, he is already a married man.
Ji Mingshuang was different; he was still single and unmarried. His face, like that of a fallen immortal, became more and more charming with age, leaving one glimpse of him captivating and haunting.
Putting aside his appearance, Ji Mingshuang was the Minister of Justice at a young age. He was outstanding in skills and talent, and he was favored by the emperor. His brother-in-law was the prime minister.
Such a family background made Ji Mingshuang the dream lover of countless women in the capital.
The second daughter of the Zuodu Censor's family immediately went to Dongyun that day, bought an expensive dress, picked out a good gift, and left the house with a red face the next day.
Miss Seven watched her sister leave while biting a candied haws, and shook her head again and again.
The little person, with the look of someone who had experienced it, said, "Seventh Sister will definitely regret it."
Wu Yunan is very dark.
The huge Ji Mansion is now only occupied by Ji Mingshuang, and the mansion has always been quiet and empty.
But today it was particularly lively, and almost all the young ladies and ladies in the capital who could come were here.
Steward Yuan and the steward of the Ji Mansion were at the door welcoming guests and accepting gifts.
Wu Yun'an stood between the two stewards, looking up with his bright eyes, gazing enthusiastically at every guest who arrived.
Gift in hand.
She was really stupid back then, and she actually prepared a banquet to invite her friends.
How much money do the kids have? Or do the adults have more money? The gifts they give are all different.
The little friends could only give crickets as gifts, but the sisters and aunts would give agate, jade, and the four treasures of the study.
Sitting on the two chairs at the back were the prince and Lin Congchong.
The prince read quietly with a book in his hand. Lin Congchong held his cricket, opened his mouth wide, and stared with wide eyes: "Your Highness, Yun Xiaoan is going to get rich today!"
The prince turned a page of the book, raised his head and silently glanced at Wu Yun'an in front of him, who was drooling.
Lin Congchong: "Why didn't I think of this? Your Highness, how about I hold a party at home too?!"
In this way, he can buy all the generals who always win, generals who are bound to win, and generals who can win!
The prince thought for a moment and asked, "Is Lord Ji your uncle?"
Lin Congchong shook his head: "No."
Prince: "That's not the case."
“…” Lin Congchong didn’t quite understand.
Why can Yun Xiaoan get rich by holding the same banquet, but he can't?
What does this have to do with Lord Ji?
Lin Congchong was about to ask the prince when he was suddenly stunned.
He pointed at the noble lady who walked in, his voice changing tone: "Your Highness, why is my mother here too?!"
The prince turned a page and said, "Because Wu Yun'an also sent an invitation to your mother."
Lin Congchong: “!”
At Wu's residence, which is across from Jifu Street, Ji Mingshuang was drinking tea with Wu Weining.
Across the street, Ji Mingshuang could still hear the sweet laughter of a woman coming from the Ji Mansion.
These days, whenever he returns home, his niece would run over to follow him and read letters to him.
Those letters were written by the ladies who loved him.
Yun Xiaoan has been doing this job recently. He earns one tael for delivering a letter, and five taels for delivering and reading a letter.
It has to be said that business is extremely brisk, and Yun Xiaoan is already considering raising the price.
Ji Mingshuang was deeply troubled by this.
Imagine that the niece helps him recite a love poem. When she encounters some unfamiliar words, she stops to ask him how to pronounce them. After she finishes reciting, she asks him what the poem means.
Ji Mingshuang took a sip of tea and shook his head: "I have never understood why a child as young as Yun An is so obsessed with making money."
Wu Weining reminded him, "Brother Mingshuang, do you still remember what Yun'an drew when she celebrated her full moon?
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