The Scumbag of Fast Transmigration Guide to Self-Help

Chapter 435 Setting 39 The Deathly Power Official Wants to Be a Good Man (13)

Palace.

After receiving the reply, Li Weiyi unfolded it and saw that it was the word "one". He finally swept away the haze and let out a happy voice.

"Eunuch Li, this is a reward from Master Ji. I will give it to you as a tribute to you." Seeing that he was in a good mood, Xiao Fanzi took the initiative to hand over the banknotes he got.

Li Wei glanced at it, lowered his eyelids, and said with more sincerity in his words, "Take it yourself. This palace welcomes high and low, and it's easier to do things with money in hand."

"Thank you, Eunuch Li. Thank you very much." Xiaofan who understood the reason hurriedly hid the banknotes back in his sleeve, and said with a flattering smile, "Eunuch, you seem to be in a particularly good mood today."

Li Wei threw the letter paper into the brazier, raised his hand and tugged at the skinny and poor child, "How can you be in a bad mood. Your good days will come soon."

Everyone in the palace was waiting to see his joke.He wants everyone to take a good look at it, Li Weiyi's happy life is still far away.

"Thank you, Eunuch, thank you for your mercy." Xiao Fanzi lowered his head and knelt down, becoming more determined to follow Li Weiyi.

Outside the door, the eavesdropping little male and male cat quietly left.

As soon as Li Wei looked at the disappearing shadow, the smile on his white and beardless face was unknown.

Half an hour later, a small sedan chair stopped at the back door of the Fifth Prince's Mansion, and the disguised Eunuch Li raised his sleeves to cover his face and walked in.

"You're here, sit down." In the courtyard, Zhao Xun was pruning flowers and branches with great interest.

"Li Weiyi has gotten very close to Mr. Ji recently." Little Eunuch Li approached him, lowering his voice quite cautiously.

Zhao Xun sneered, "These two are not fuel-efficient lamps."

"That's what you said." Little Eunuch Li smiled flatteringly.

"What's going on with Father?" Zhao Xun looked sideways at him.

"The emperor's health is getting worse day by day recently. From the looks of it, I'm afraid it's going to be bad." Little Eunuch Li spoke in a lower voice.

Zhao Xun cut off the flower branches protruding from the side, and smiled coldly, "It's time too."

Little Eunuch Li didn't dare to answer this sentence, he lowered his head and pretended to be dumb.

It was night, and for the first time, a woman entered Yuan Jin's study.

Standing in front of the desk, Qiu Wei lowered her thick eyelashes obediently, and quietly looked at everything in the room from the corner of her eyes, sighing the luxury.

Rare books and ancient books are displayed all over the walls, a whole piece of sapphire is made into floor tiles, and even the incense burner in the corner is exquisitely carved jade work. Almost everything seen and heard in this house is not a treasure.

Yuan Jin raised his white jade-like knuckles and knocked on the desk made of a whole piece of white jade to remind the other party.

After hesitating for a moment, Qiu Wei took out the key in her sleeve and handed it over with both hands, "This is what your lord wants."

"Very good." Yuan Jin asked Ah Quan to put away the key, and his calm eyes fell on her cheek, "Don't you regret it?"

Qiu Wei gritted her teeth and replied, "I don't regret it."

Even if she hides the key of the bank, Ji Yuanjin will send someone to find it.

It would be better if she took the initiative to hand it in and sell it.

"The key, I just use it temporarily, and it will be returned to the original owner in the future."

Qiu Wei didn't believe that he would be so nice, her white face lowered again and again.

Yuan Jin raised her eyebrows slightly, she didn't believe herself anymore.

It was only when he saw Qiu Wei that he realized that she had the key to the underground bank.In the world, no one knows who opened this bank. They only know that with the key, you can spend your own gold and silver.

But he knew that the bank was opened by Qiuniang.In which corner of the world does Qiuniang still live?

Zhao Jing, who had been paying close attention to Yuan Jin, saw the girl walk out of his study, quietly leave the window, take off her shoes and go to bed.

Ever since Luo Chang entered the mansion, his heart became more and more restless.And this girl of the same age named Qiu Wei made him even more vigilant.

Luo Chang's appearance and temperament were not as good as his. After observing for a while, he released his guard.

Because he is the first to learn martial arts, he can also give some advice to Luo Chang, who is enthusiastic about learning martial arts, and sometimes he can have the fun of being a "personal teacher".

But this Qiuwei lives in a courtyard and cannot come out easily.

He couldn't figure out his temperament, nor his appearance, but the servant who delivered the meal said that he was pretty.

Yuan Jin is already twenty. Normal men at this age already have several concubines, not to mention getting a wife.

I have never heard of any women around Yuan Jin before, and I have never seen Yuan Jin bring women from outside into the mansion.

This woman named Qiu Wei came to her door on her own initiative. She was quite pretty, and Yuan Jin assigned a special bodyguard to take care of her. She made people think about her for no reason.

No, at lunch today, he and Luo Chang heard that the cooking nuns in the mansion gathered together and said that Qiu Wei might be the female head of Ji's mansion in the future.

If it was in the past, he would definitely not be angry.But during the day, for some reason, he was so angry that he couldn't eat.

However, Luo Chang didn't have any feelings about this matter, so he rushed to practice martial arts after a hasty meal, looking like he wanted to become a martial arts idiot.

The messy things were mixed together, and he was so upset that he simply locked himself in the study for an afternoon, and wrote dozens of "meditation" characters.

The soft moonlight penetrated into the house through the gap in the unclosed window and slowly shone beside his bed. It reminded him of "the bright moonlight in front of the bed, suspected to be frost on the ground. I looked up at the bright moon and lowered my head to miss my hometown."

Everyone has a hometown, but where is his hometown?

On a dewy night, his eyes were secretly red.

There was a knock on the door, and he raised himself up to look vigilantly. The unclosed window slammed, and a handsome young man like an exiled fairy jumped through the window and fell to his bed.

"You..." He didn't know what to say at this moment.

"I'm here to drink with you. Get some sleep inside." Yuan Jin flicked his long sleeves, conjured up a pot of sake, and placed it next to the young man.

In the afternoon, I heard that the young man locked himself in the study all afternoon, thinking that he might have something on his mind, so I took advantage of tonight to come here to unravel one or two.

The faint fragrance of bamboo leaves wafted to his nostrils, the young man's elegant face was stained a little red, and his voice sounded like a mosquito, "I...I don't know how to drink."

Yuan Jin never thought that he would be shy because he didn't know how to drink. He smiled and held his shoulders. Looking from a distance, he seemed to be holding the young man in his arms.

"If you don't know how to drink, just watch me drink." The young man heard the young man with the appearance of an immortal say this.

Maybe it was the clear moonlight, or maybe everything was turning for the better, Yuan Jin deliberately indulged himself in getting drunk.

The dewy night wind blew into the house, making people shiver for no reason. The boy gently pushed his bare feet away to close the window.

Going back to the bed, the young man holding the flagon had slowly fallen asleep. Zhao Jing gently covered him with a quilt, and a misty voice rang in his ears: "The cunning rabbit is dead, the lackey is cooking; the flying birds are gone, the good bow Tibet. The history books of the past dynasties have written about the power of the emperor. I still hope that I have a happy ending."

Zhao Jing, who was too young at that time, cast his serious eyes on the face of the drunk young man, held his white knuckles with a very forbearing and gentle attitude, and blessed him devoutly like a god: "I will Yes. You must live a long life, Ronghua I."

(End of this chapter)