Chapter 3 Ancient O Continent
Nie Chao was once again dumbfounded: "???"
What?
What did he hear?
Adding the word "ancient" before "O" completely changes its meaning.
That was O continent from the 14th to the 16th centuries. Due to an intellectual and cultural movement, countless famous figures emerged in various fields such as literature, art, and music, and O continent turned from decline to prosperity.
There were many royal families in O continent, but most of them no longer exist. Only ten royal families, led by Y country, remain today, and each royal family has its own unique etiquette.
It was just an ordinary sitting posture; he couldn't see any trick to it. How did it follow the etiquette of the O Continent royal family?
But Nie Chao did not doubt Fu Yunshen's words.
Because this young master had told him that to be a successful playboy, one must be knowledgeable in everything from astronomy to geography.
Nie Chao felt that something was off about what he was saying, but he couldn't figure it out, so he could only humbly accept the instruction.
It's not surprising that Shanghai's most notorious playboy knows the etiquette of the O Continent royal family, but what about Ying Jia, this little sister from the countryside?
Ying Zijing opened her eyes, her expression unchanged.
She shifted her posture, resting her chin on her hand, looking incredibly lazy: "I've read the relevant books."
Fu Yunshen leaned back and smiled, "This hobby is quite unique."
Ying Zijin did not respond again.
In just over ten minutes, all the dishes were prepared.
There are no private rooms in Han Pavilion. Each table is separated by a blue curtain, and there is an incense burner on the table, into which different incense is added according to the guests' preferences.
There is also a small stone bridge and flowing water on the side, showing the ancient style.
Ying Zijin turned her head slightly, her eyes flickering.
Osmanthus, rosemary, agarwood, lavender, sandalwood... all are calming medicinal herbs, clearly prepared on purpose.
In just a short while, she felt much better.
Ying Zijin lowered her eyes.
She first came to Earth in the mid-15th century.
She never expected to come back to Earth, after all, she was destined to die, and it was not easy for her to come back to life.
Because her injuries were so severe that her soul was completely shattered, her consciousness remained dormant for nearly seventeen years before finally waking up today. Upon waking, her situation turned out to be rather dire.
The long-term anemia had made the body extremely weak, even riddled with holes, and so fragile that it would break at the slightest touch.
She needs a large amount of jade medicinal materials to improve her health and restore her blood and energy.
But she was short of money.
She used to have a lot of gold stored in O continent. So many years have passed, and the bank she used to work at should have gone out of business by now. I wonder if her gold is still there.
Ying Zijing thought for a moment and asked, "Are there any fun places to visit in Shanghai?"
"There are plenty." Nie Chao, feeling tipsy, let out a hiccup. "You've been here so long, haven't you gone out to have any fun?"
"A living blood bank shouldn't have any concept of freedom."
Nie Chao was speechless once again.
"Drink this." Fu Yunshen handed the girl a bowl of longan and red date soup. After seeing her take it, he nestled into the bamboo chair. "How many times has Ying Luwei been injured this year?"
Nie Chao paused for a moment, then did the math: "If it's just about going to the hospital, it's no less than ten times."
Even he himself was surprised when he heard the number.
Everyone in Shanghai knew that Ying Luwei had hemophilia, so the socialites and gentlemen all protected her with great care.
She is also Jiang Moyuan's fiancée, and is proficient in all the arts, including music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, and is loved by all the elders of the four great families.
I wouldn't even dare to touch her, so how could I have let her get hurt so many times?
Nie Chao tentatively asked, "Boss, you didn't lose to her this many times too..."
The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he didn't say them.
Who can withstand more than ten blood transfusions?
Ying Zijin slowly finished the longan and red date soup, narrowed her phoenix eyes, but didn't care: "More than that."
The life force of this body was completely exhausted when she woke up, and it has only barely recovered a little now, which shows how weak it has become.
Nie Chao felt a mix of emotions.
The Ying family took in an adopted daughter and provided her with good food and drink, wasn't it all for that little bit of blood?
They've seen all the darkness within wealthy families over the years, and there are things even more sordid than this.
Nie Chao sighed, beckoned a waiter, and fawned over him: "Boss, eat more. Seventh Young Master is right, you need to replenish your blood."
Ying Zijing stared at the plate she had finally finished eating, which was now filled with pig liver again: "..."
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At this moment, the carved wooden door of Han Pavilion opened once again.
Footsteps sounded, and a group of people walked in.
The leader was a man, tall and handsome.
His face was indifferent, and his eyes were cold.
Even the servants of Han Pavilion couldn't help but show a slight respect when they saw the newcomer.
No one in Shanghai wouldn't recognize this face.
Jiang Moyuan, the third master of the Jiang family.
The first heir of one of the four great families, possessing beauty, status, and power.
The man that all the socialites in Shanghai want to marry.
The manager stepped forward, respectful yet not obsequious: "Mr. Jiang, your reserved table is over here, please follow me."
Jiang Moyuan nodded and stepped inside.
But just then, the secretary 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 slender girl sat on the bamboo chair, her head turned to the side, seemingly unaware of what had happened, her expression one of strong resistance.
He also recognized the person sitting next to her.
Fu Yunshen.
That纨绔公子 (playboy) of the Fu family has an exceptionally bad reputation.
After being sent abroad for three years, he doesn't seem to have made any progress at all.
As if thinking of something, Jiang Moyuan frowned even more deeply and strode away, leaving the few people following behind him looking at each other in bewilderment.
These people were all clients of the Jiang Group, and they were quite familiar with Jiang Moyuan's personality.
Jiang Sanye of Shanghai never showed his emotions. What could possibly make him change his expression?
"Third Master has gone to discipline a disobedient junior. He will be back later," the secretary said apologetically. "Please, everyone, take your seats."
The male lead is still a novice, clean, clean.
Fu Yunshen: ? Give me some face.
He's not the typical male lead in romance novels, so I won't say more to avoid spoilers.
(End of this chapter)
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