"Xuanzhi once said that the eldest princess was a commoner, so why did she become the princess of the demon clan?" Ming Jiuye was very confused about this.
"This... I hope your Majesty will forgive me. This matter is only the Emperor's will, otherwise it cannot be leaked." Xuanzhi said with a troubled face.
"It doesn't matter, you will understand sooner or later." If the woman remains alive, the zombie emperor's crystal core will most likely be created to cause the next apocalyptic catastrophe.
Five dimensions, Yingchuan continent, Xixiang country.
Night City is the most prosperous city in Xixiang. There are three rich people and two regrets in the city. The three rich people are the Yun family, which owns the world's largest bank, and Wujia, who runs a peerless restaurant. The last one is the one who dominates the silk industry in Xixiang. The Yu family.
The two regrets are about the Yunwu family. The Yun family has a word, named Ran, and it won't cry when it comes out. The Yun family has visited famous doctors, but to no avail.
He lives alone in a courtyard called "Lanting Pavilion". Anyone who steps into the courtyard must speak softly, because noisy sounds will make Young Master Yun's condition worse.
There was a servant who was frightened by a stray civet cat and screamed. That night, Mr. Yun's condition was critical. Prince Xixiang hurriedly led the imperial doctor to rush from Liangcheng in Kyoto to Yecheng day and night. It took a whole box of pills to save him from the gate of hell. Mr. Yun snatched it back.
Coincidentally, the homeless daughter kept vomiting blood that night. Fortunately, the prince prepared two doses of medicine.
There is a girl without a family, named Wuyou. She is silent when she is born. She moves like a puppet. Her feet have not touched the ground since she was born. She is trapped in Cangxi day and night, which is really two regrets.
Yunjia Lanting Pavilion, "Yun Ran, when can you talk to me? We have known each other for more than ten years, and I don't know if you remember my name." Xishang couldn't help but wipe it after he said it. A handful of tears.
Seeing this, the little girl on the side said softly: "Brother, Brother Yun didn't ignore you on purpose. He cries every day. Those who don't know think you are a doll!"
The person who spoke was none other than the little princess of Xixiang Kingdom, Xi Ling, and the person she made fun of was the prince of Xixiang Kingdom, Xi Shang.
"You're such a talented girl! No matter how big or small you are, you are no longer small now. You can't come to Lanting Pavilion again in the future. There are differences between men and women."
"Tch, if I'm not allowed to come to Lanting Pavilion, then I'll go to Cangxi Residence to see Sister Wu."
Just when Xi Shang was about to reprimand Xi Ling again, Yun Ran, who had never spoken before while half lying on the bed, suddenly sat up.
"Here we are, finally here." He said with a smile on his face, then closed his eyes and lay down straight back.
Seeing this, the Western merchant stepped forward and roared: "Come...come! Call the imperial doctor! Call the imperial doctor..." In an instant, all the servants of the Yun family closed the door of the bank, and they all gathered at the door of the Yun Mansion to wait for the letter.
The imperial doctor ran from the front yard to Lanting Pavilion and said with just one glance: "Your Highness, Mr. Yun has gone.\./hand\./machine\./edition\./no\./error\./first\./ Send~~”
As soon as he finished speaking, a guard flew over and said, "Report! Miss Wujia... her soul is gone."
Hearing this, Xi Ling broke down and shouted: "Ah... Sister Wu... ah... why! Why... they provoked whom..."
"Heaven is unfair..." Xi Shang stretched out his hand and hugged the dying Yun Ran, "Brother Yun, wait for me, I... I will prepare the best heavenly incense for you."
Tianxiang, as the name suggests, is a strange fragrance used by the Tian family. Whenever a Western merchant burns Tianxiang for Yun Dian, his mood will become particularly stable.
Therefore, Xi Shang and Xi Ling often sneaked into Emperor Xixiang's main palace to steal incense, and their actions were tacitly approved by Emperor Xixiang. Otherwise, how could they have escaped from the royal monks with their inferior cultivation skills.
Homeless, living in Cangxi, without a mother crying to her side again and again, "Daughter... wake up... wake up! You pity poor mother... wake up ah ah ah..."
The fatherless man was also devastated. All restaurants across the country were closed, and white flags symbolizing mourning were hung on red flags.
For a time, almost all the stalls in Night City, except the cloth industry, were closed. Could it be said that those buying buns, drinks or rouge were not open?
This is the great thing about the Yunwu Family. All old servants who have served in the Yunwu Family will receive a large pension fund, and in addition, they will also have a medium-sized stall.
Therefore, the Yunwu family has never had any scandals involving sellers seeking glory. .
The only children of both families died at the same time within one day. When Yun Wu's parents met, they both covered their faces and cried bitterly.
"You and I, my children, are not blessed. (The next page is more exciting!)
! What do you and I need to do with all this wealth? "
"Senior Yun, Brother Yun has worked very hard these years. We...we'd better discuss how to arrange their funerals." Xi Shang said slowly, removing his sorrowful expression.
"Funeral... No, no funeral... My child will come back, I have no? The family will not send funerals!" Wumu was a fierce woman who only gave birth to this daughter in her life. She could not accept the sudden death of her daughter.
Yun Mu was grieving but sensible, "Then...then we won't mourn, we...the parents ordered the matchmaker to say, as the mistress of the Yun family, I will ask for my son to marry the daughter of the Wu family today. Fu, I will immediately send a matchmaker to propose marriage, and three days later, they will be buried in mourning together. Sister Wu, what do you think?"
Wu Mu was shocked and looked sideways at everyone. After some thought, she stood up, wiped away her tears and said, "Then I'll go back to my house and wait for the matchmaker to come." After that, she ignored Wu's father and left on her own.
Regarding Yun Mu's decision, Yun's father also didn't say a word, "Okay! Okay! What a happy marriage! Go back to Liangcheng now and prepare a congratulatory gift for Yun Wu and his family."
In a short time, the entire night city became lively, and the business of the Yu family silk and satin shop was even more crowded.
Needless to say, everyone who enters the store comes here for custom-made clothes.
The best way to send condolences is when they are red.
In the elegant room on the third floor of Yu's Buzhuang, "It's true! But if two sick ghosts died, wouldn't the people of Night City lose their livelihood?" There were arrogant and unreasonable shouts.
Yu Ning, the young lady of the Yu family, is a coquettish and willful person who has never been married.
"Miss, Xiaoju just heard that the prince has returned to Liangcheng in a hurry. He must have gone back to ask for permission for the marriage between Yun Wu and his family."
"Hmph! The prince brother only goes to the Yun family to see the sick man every time. He doesn't even come to the Yu family to see the sick man. After all, the Yu family is also a wealthy businessman in Xixiang." Yu Ning said dissatisfiedly.
"But miss, who did the prince come to see in the Yu family? The eldest young master is so busy every day that he doesn't even have time to eat. If the prince really comes, he will be disrespectful to our Yu family." Xiao Ju said, looking at him with amusement. My own master.
"See what use my brother is! You can see..."
"What are you looking at? Miss"
Yu Ning raised her eyes and saw a hint of embarrassment on her charming face, "Okay, you damn girl, how dare you make fun of me, see if I don't tear your mouth apart!" He was about to stand up, but was stopped again. The personal maid Xiaoju pressed down on the seat.
"Shh - the young master is here." Not long after Xiao Ju finished speaking, the door was opened.
A man with a slender figure and handsome features walked in and said, "Little sister, daddy sent someone to look for you and asked you to return home quickly."
Yu An, the eldest son of the Yu family, is a generous and upright person with a vivid writing style. Almost all the high-end fabric patterns of the Yu family are made by him.
"Brother, have you heard? The only seedling from the Yunwu family is dead."
"Well... I just found out about it not long ago. Alas... all of a sudden, everything in Ye City was in vain."
"Hmph! What's the point of dying?"
"Yu Ning! Don't let me hear your unruly words again! Otherwise... I won't bear to beat you, so I'll beat Xiaoju!"
"Miss, let's go back quickly, the master is still waiting!" Xiaoju understood that Yu An was a ruthless character who kept his word. First\./issued\./updated\./new`..mobile version
Moreover, as early as two years ago, all the Yu family's business no longer consulted Master Yu Ji, but was handled by Yu Ping'an. To punish her as a maid, wouldn't it be as simple as squeezing an ant to death?
"Big brother bullies me every day! Huh! Let's go back home!" The Yu family knew Yu An's methods of dealing with things, so they had no choice but to go back home to complain.
After Yu Ning left, Yu An still couldn't let go. He turned to the guard and said, "Pass it down, Yun Wu's family is organizing funerals. All servants of my Yu family are not allowed to gossip outside. Anyone who doesn't have a long memory will violate the taboo. Don’t blame me, Yu An, for being cruel!”
Upon hearing this, the guard looked stern, "Yes!"
From the surface, it seems that now is the time when the Yunwu family is at its weakest. If you want to occupy its position, it will be easy.
But Yu An clearly understands that this is the most dangerous time for the Yunwu family. If anyone dares to ruin their "囍" affairs, the two families may not be afraid of spending all their resources and fight to the death!
When the time comes, I will remember their pain of losing their son and daughter. (The next page is more exciting!)
, the royal family will naturally show favoritism.
"Master, we don't have enough cloth!" At this time, the shopkeeper of Cloth Shop hurriedly ran up. First\./issued\./updated\./new`..mobile version
"Not enough? How could it be? How could two thousand horses be not enough?" Yu An said in shock.
He specially transferred two thousand horses from other cloth shops, which was more than enough for the people of Yecheng to send their clothes.
"Not enough. Some customers in strange clothes came over just now, and they bought eight hundred horses." The shopkeeper responded anxiously.
"Wearing strange clothes? Those are...people from Wushan. Do they also know about Yun Wu's family?"
"That should be the case. I once heard the old housekeeper say that the people in Wushan used to be bandits. Later, the Yunwu family provided money to improve their lives, and they gradually abandoned thieves and became civilians. They have been entrenched in Wushan for many years. Counting now, there must be thousands of people at least." A thousand means more than a thousand, and a thousand means a crowd of five thousand.
"You should send people to Liangcheng immediately to bring back all the cloth, so as not to waste time on making wedding clothes, which is unlucky."
Hearing this, the shopkeeper couldn't help but worry: "Master, this is Kyoto. All the cloth has been transferred back, then..." Once those dignitaries get into trouble...
"Don't worry, come to Yecheng first. Even the prince is running around for the funeral of the Yun Wu family. No matter how noble their status is, can they compare to His Highness the prince?"
After hearing this, the shopkeeper suddenly realized: "Yes, yes, the young master is very thoughtful. I will do it now!" After saying that, he immediately retreated.
"Yu Tong, prepare the car."
Due to emotions and reasons, as the current head of the Yu family, he must go to the Yun family and Wujia.
"Yes" the guard nodded and retreated. .
