"Yuanbao, are you sure there is nothing wrong with keeping this unfortunate guy by your side?"
Su Junting was almost worried to death, and his handsome face was wrinkled into a straight figure.
My sister dared to keep things around me as a follower...
From now on, won’t the family have bad luck every day? ?
"Brother, don't be afraid, she's not that capable and can't cause any trouble! Right, little moldy!"
The unlucky ghost was possessed by the yellow cloth just now, and was folded up by the ingot and stuffed into his pocket.
At this moment, she patted her bulging little pocket, and a flattering voice immediately came from inside: "Taoist Priest Yuanbao, you are right! I am very good at it, but I am nothing!! Hehehehe."
"Sing a little tune and listen to it, Xiaomo~"
"Hey! Look at it!"
The two masters and servants sang together, and soon they heard a babbling sound coming from the pocket of Xiaonuituan.
The melody is long and graceful, but it has some charm.
Looking at Xiao Yuanbao again, she was sitting on a chair with her little feet crossed, holding a candy cake in one hand and gnawing on it, while the other hand was placed on the table and she was playing time while shaking.
She would really enjoy it!
Su Junting was so cute that he lost his temper.
Forget it, no matter what he does, he already knows what his little sister is capable of.
Even if there was any problem, he believed that with his little sister's ability, it would probably be easily solved.
Why worry about others in vain?
After the unlucky man was pulled out from the front of the shop, the Lin family's silk and satin shop immediately began to be filled with guests.
You know, several servants of the Su family have been here for several days, and they have hardly seen a few guests come to the door.
But this afternoon alone, there was an endless stream of customers at the Silk Satin Shop.
Seeing the white money pouring into the cash box, Su Junting's handsome face burst into laughter.
It seems that this bad luck has really been broken by my little sister! !
"Young Master, this is today's income, take a look!"
Business was good, so Su Junting was naturally reluctant to leave. He took Yuanbao and stayed in the silk and satin shop until the evening when the lights were turned on.
Yuan Bao was so sleepy that he snored in his arms.
The accountant came quietly to report the accounts.
In one afternoon, the silk shop earned a total of three hundred taels of silver. If this could be done every day, wouldn't it mean that it would earn nine thousand taels in a month? ?
Su Junting was so happy that he couldn't help but hug the little lucky star tightly in his arms.
Little Yuanbao was confused and felt that someone was kissing him again and again on the face. He also muttered: "Yuanbao is really big brother's little lucky star and little god of wealth. Big brother promises that no matter how much money he makes in the future, he will share most of it." Give me Yuanbao!"
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When I returned home with Xiao Yuanbao, it was completely dark.
Su Junting carefully shook the little one in his arms and said warmly: "Yuanbao, we are home."
The little girl rubbed her sleepy eyes out of her daze, and responded with a hoarse voice: "Yes."
The servant heard the sound and came over to open the door for the two of them.
But just in time to see Su Wenlin off.
The gift was from a handsome middle-aged man.
The man has an extraordinary appearance and outstanding temperament and manners.
Even the boy following him was very stylish.
As the richest man in Dongqi Town, Su Wenlin can usually be regarded as a handsome middle-aged man.
But standing in front of this man, he didn't have the posture of a rich man at all, and his attitude was very humble.
Su Junting could tell at a glance that this person was an extraordinary person, and was about to give up his position at the door to let others come out first.
Unexpectedly, Yuan Bao, who had been lying in his arms just now, suddenly struggled and jumped off him, then ran to the foreigner, raised his little head and looked at the person carefully.
Then he made a shocking statement: "Uncle, you are contaminated with a lot of murderous intent. Have you killed many people? These evil spirits are surrounding you now and want to take your life!"
Zhuo Yan looked slightly startled.
He looked down at the small breast dumplings at his feet that were less than the height of his legs, and frowned.
"Children's words have no scruples, children's words have no scruples, noble man, don't blame me."
Seeing that the situation was not good, Su Wenlin quickly stepped forward and blocked his little one behind him.
Afraid of being blamed by Zhuo Yan.
The person in front of me is Mr. Zhuo Yanzhuo of the Inspectorate. He came to Yuzhou from the capital. He had some official business to deal with during this trip.
Because my ancestor had some connection with the ancestors of the Su family, I met Su Wenlin.
But because he came to Chongqing on official business and traveled incognito, no one else knew his identity.
Although the Inspectorate's function is to supervise and impeach officials of the government, it is a real civil service agency.
Mr. Zhuo grew up in the capital and had a smooth official career. How could he have killed so many people like Yuan Bao said?
Isn’t this nonsense!
Before Zhuo Yan could say anything, the boy behind him could no longer bear it. He pointed at Yuan Bao and accused: "You little kid, you are too daring to talk nonsense. My Lord, the civil servant Qingliu, you said he killed countless people. How can you say that he has killed countless people?" Didn’t you mean that he lynched those officials in private?”
This is not just a matter of Zhuo Yan alone, this has simply escalated to the entire court.
The boy spoke harshly, as if he was not just talking about Yuan Bao, but he was also criticizing Huai, Su Wenlin and the entire Su family.
"But this uncle obviously has a lot of murderous intent in him!" Xiao Yuanbao was dissatisfied: "It's just that you have a silver body to protect you, so these evil spirits can't get close to you, so they can only attack the people around you."
The small-breasted dumpling's eyes were so intense that even the eight-foot-tall Zhuo Yan felt a little scared.
"What nonsense are you talking about? How can a young child like you say whether my adults have killed anyone?"
The young boy of the Zhuo family was not very old. Hearing these words, he got angry and pointed directly at Yuan Bao's little nose.
But he saw a strong black figure standing directly in front of Yuan Bao.
It was Su Junye, the second eldest son of the Su family, who had just come down from the school grounds, still smelling of sweat.
He was not as cautious as his elder brother and father. When he saw someone dared to bully his sister in front of his house, Su Junye immediately stopped.
He grabbed the man's finger and said coldly: "Didn't your family teach you that it's very impolite to point at others?"
He was a martial artist, practicing with swords, guns and sticks every day. This time he almost broke the boy's fingers off.
He kept screaming.
Zhuo Yan's face in front of him remained unchanged, but his brows moved slightly, and he said to the servant in a deep voice: "Apologise to Miss Su."
The boy's eyes almost popped out!
Why! Why should he apologize? The little one said something so unpleasant, and why should he apologize to her? ?
Although he was extremely unhappy in his heart, when he saw the stern look in his master's eyes, he still did not dare to resist anymore and whispered: "Yes, I'm sorry, Miss Su."
Yuan Bao didn't even look at him, his eyes were still fixed on Zhuo Yan, and he suddenly said:
"Uncle, think about it carefully. In the past three years, has anyone among your blood relatives met with disaster or death? It's all because of you!"
