Chapter 848: , Wanyou Mountain

"In the mansion, are you...?"
The housekeeper talked to the two at the door with a polite expression on his face.
The clothes of the two of them are not the clothes of the big men, especially the white man in front of him, who is full of extravagance and definitely not ordinary people.
"I'm a friend of Prime Minister Zhang, please give me a report and say that a person named Ming Ruofeng is looking for him."
Ming Ruofeng smiled gently, and when he spoke, he was kind, and there was no arrogance at all.
"Okay, please, please, please."
The butler made a gesture of asking, letting Ming Ruofeng and two of them come in first.
Having been a housekeeper for so long, I still have the vision that I should have.
The demeanor on this young man's body is definitely not an ordinary person, and the butler naturally dare not let them wait at the door.
If Zhang Zhuangyuan is looking for two people in ragged clothes, the butler will not even ask, just ignore them, and even send someone to drive them away!
This is all explained by Mrs. Zhang. After all, Zhang Zhuangyuan was born in a barren small mountain village, and there are also several poor relatives.
The poor relatives came, and most of them were given a few ounces of silver. At most, Mrs. Zhang came to talk to them.
In any case, the people in the Zhuangyuan Mansion would not let Zhang Zhuangyuan see it.
All these were orders from Mrs. Zhang, saying that she was afraid of affecting Zhang Zhuangyuan's studies.
This is obvious, only Mrs. Zhang knows why in the end.
Ming Ruofeng and the old man Tianji walked into the champion's mansion. The courtyard was decorated with lights and a lot of red paper.
"Prime Minister Zhang is going to get married?"
Ming Ruofeng glanced at the red paper everywhere, slightly surprised.
The red paper is usually posted only during the Chinese New Year or when there is a happy event at home.
"The young master was promoted to the prime minister, and Mrs. Zhang arranged it, saying that the house is lively and lively."
The butler smiled unnaturally on his face.
It is indeed gratifying that Zhang Zhuangyuan has become the prime minister, but it is too blatant to show up in the mansion in this way.
I don’t know, I really thought Prime Minister Zhang was going to marry a wife!
It's just that Zhang Zhuangyuan never cares about things in the mansion and rarely comes back. There is only Mrs. Zhang in the mansion. Mrs. Zhang can do whatever she wants. No one can stop him.
"Also...interesting."
Ming Ruofeng still had a gentle smile on his face, and he didn't mean to laugh at all.
"Excuse me, please wait a moment."
The butler took Ming Ruofeng and the old man Tianji to a living room dedicated to hospitality, and hurriedly went to find Zhang You'en.
"That Zhang Zhuangyuan has no rebellion. Although he has a weak physique, he is upright. No matter how you instigate a rebellion, he will not listen to you."
The old man Tianji sat in a chair, picked up a cup of tea and drank it comfortably.
The mouth of the tea was bitter and still contained some scum. The old man Tianji frowned subconsciously, and then threw the teacup aside.
Unexpectedly, it was rumored that the champion man who had won three yuan in the rumors was so poor.
"Not necessarily, as long as it is a person, it has weaknesses." Ming Ruofeng looked at the living room and smiled lightly, "Look, he doesn't care about yellow and white things, which just shows that he is more affectionate."
The old man Tianji snorted coldly, his cloudy eyes moved and stopped talking.
How much silver can love be worth?
In the end, either you will die first, or she will die first.
nothing is forever.
Goodness can never be retained.
You are dead, but there is nothing left.
After many years, no one will remember you.
No one remembers what you were like, and no one remembers how brilliant you were.
Unless someone sees your tomb, someone will notice, ah, it turns out that there is a bone buried here.
That's it.
Zhang Youen came quickly, and as soon as he heard the name Ming Ruofeng, he put down the book in his hand and came over.
Zhang Youen is dressed in white. Xu has been studying for many years. He looks a little weak. He is a standard scholar who has no strength to hold a chicken.
If it weren't for being handsome, it would make people think that this person is a little unhealthy, too white and too weak.
"His Royal Highness, this senior, may I ask what you can do?"
Zhang Youen blessed his body slightly, neither humble nor humble.
"My palace and Prime Minister Zhang met at once, and we couldn't have a good heart-to-heart talk at the banquet. Today, we are here to reminisce with Prime Minister Zhang."
Ming Ruofeng's face was gentle, and he bent slightly when speaking, and seemed to respect Zhang Youen's appearance.
As Ming Ruofeng, he shouldn't salute anyone, but if he does this, it will easily make the other person feel good.
"What's your misunderstanding?" Zhang You'en raised his eyelids and said faintly, "My Royal Highness and I haven't seen each other a few times, let alone say a few words. How can you tell the old story?"
"Prime Minister Zhang doesn't have to be like this. I am here to give you a good marriage!" Ming Ruofeng looked at Zhang Youen's eyes and carefully observed his expression.
A trace of grief flashed in Zhang Youen's eyes, and then Gu Lan's silent silence was restored.
"I don’t care about the word marriage. His Royal Highness Ming Prince doesn’t have to worry about it." Zhang You'en made a gesture of invitation with a cold face. "His Royal Highness Ming is the prince of another country after all. As a prime minister, I’m afraid I won’t be able to be with His Royal Highness. Have friendship, please!"
A hint of playfulness flashed across Ming Ruofeng's face, and he glanced at the red paper on the wall of the living room, "The prime minister's mansion is full of red, and there is only one bride left!"
Zhang Youen still kept a cold face, keeping the posture of asking Ming Ruofeng to go out.
Ming Ruofeng didn't seem to see it, she still sat firmly on the chair, and turned her head to ask the old man Tianji, "Senior, can you count as a marriage?"
The old man Tianji raised his eyes and glanced at Zhang You'en, and his pleated fingers moved slightly.
"Your prospects are bright, but the marriage line is shallow, I am afraid it is a lonely life."
The old man Tianji's voice sounded, and the hoarse voice made people feel frowning. In addition, there seemed to be sputum in his throat, which made people feel goose bumps all over the floor.
Zhang Youen was not surprised by the fortune-telling phenomenon of the old man Tianji.
What kind of magic is this?
When he rushed to the capital five years ago, he probably expected this kind of thing.
It's just that he has been deceiving himself and others, thinking that as long as he works hard and is good enough, she will definitely come back.
Now it seems that everything is a delusion.
"However, there is still room for a turning point in everything." The old man Tianji's hoarse voice sounded, "There is a place, but all regrets are possible."
"Where?" Zhang Youen asked subconsciously.
Ming Ruofeng noticed that when Zhang Youen asked, there was a burst of light in the silent eyes at that moment.
"Wanyou Mountain, where is the dragon vein of the world, no matter who goes there, he can get everything he wants."
The old man Tianji's face was slightly longing, and his eyes became a little hollow.
That's where he wants to go all his dreams.
It's just that I still need the key, or I'll just go, and I'm still at a loss.
"Dragon veins?" Zhang Youen's face was slightly stunned, and then he was relieved and sneered, "It's just a dead thing, how can I calm down my regrets?"
Dragon veins are just feng shui, Zhang Youen does not believe that feng shui can change fate.
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