"Yes." Jiang Huan said calmly: "But you have to promise not to cause so many troubles for me. If you were like this, I was afraid that your father would kill me."

"There is no such exaggeration." Zhuang Qing was speechless about Jiang Huan's words like you who would kill you if you were causing trouble. In his opinion, Jiang Huan was someone else's child, and Zhuang Zhou could not scold him.

After all, they have the ability, strength and talent, and they have everything. But as for me, they are just a son who doesn’t do his job all day long but likes to visit brothels and feels embarrassing when they talk about it.

Thinking of this, Zhuang Qing sighed: "I know that person from my father. He takes you as an example and takes you as a pride in you. I wish I could become your template. How could he scold you? Even if he wants to scold me, should he scold me?!"

"You are his own son. No matter how much he scolds you, he will not see something happening to you. What's wrong with you is that he personally ran into the palace and begged me to help you."

"Don't talk about those that are not." Zhuang Qing naturally knew that his father was stubborn and soft-hearted. He said something on the surface, so he asked himself to continue playing and continue to do a lot of things. If he helped him again, he would be a fool.

But what about the facts.

Every time something happens, he will help him clean up the mess behind his back. Even if he can't clean up, he will ask for help everywhere.

Jiang Huan is a particularly good example.

"Just tell me what you plan to do?" Zhuang Qing put his hand on Jiang Huan's shoulder, "Are you planning to give this to the master directly, or threaten Nan..."

"Cough!" Jiang Huan coughed, signaling that the protagonist of Zhuang Qing and the others were still here. Don't say too much, it would be bad if people suspected it.

Although Zhuang Qing likes brothels and the beautiful and charming girls in brothels, he is a person who knows how to judge people's faces. Seeing Jiang Huan's behavior, he also understands a little: "We have already got the stuff, Jiang Huan, let's go."

"Okay." Jiang Huan said, standing up from the stool. Then, he smiled and looked at Grandma Li: "Mother-in-law, lend me this thing. Don't worry, just a moment, and you will return it soon. As for your family, I will help them revenge and let Nanche get the punishment they deserve, don't worry."

"Master Jiang has a noble status, so I naturally believe in Master Jiang." Li said with a wry smile: "Even if I don't believe it, what can I do? The dog has been dead for nearly half a year. I am slightly polite and still have a child. I can't even see the Lord's face. This letter of Wanmin has no effect on me. If you want to take it, take it."

"Then I'll thank my mother-in-law here first." Jiang Huan nodded, looked at Qianying again, and said, "Qianying, Zhuang Qing, let's go."

"Yes." Qianying bowed and left here with Jiang Huan. Then, Zhuang Qing also left with Jiang Huan, leaving only Li Pozi and his grandson in the room.

"This Lord Jiang looks capable. I hope he can really help my son clear his grievances with a letter of the People." Mrs. Li said to himself.

The other end.

"I got this Wanmin Book, and some things are much easier to do." Jiang Huan touched the Wanmin Book in his arms with his hand, and a faint curve appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Qianying, wait and see, you can accompany me to the southern mansion later."

"Yes." Although Qianying didn't understand what the meaning was, she still agreed.

"Do you need me to accompany you?" Zhuang Qing said kindly, "I remember you haven't been to the South Mansion. His mansion is quite far from me. If you don't have anyone to lead the way, you may get lost."

"You go with me?" Jiang Huan raised his eyebrows, "Yes, as long as you are not afraid of being beaten out."

"I don't go in, why are you afraid that he will beat me out?" Zhuang Qing replied, "Besides, I am just like Nanche, both officials in the court. Moreover, my official rank is similar to those of Nanche's Zhongshu Shepherd. Those people are worried about my identity and dare not treat me, let alone add to the punches and feet."

"You can see it out." Jiang Huan chuckled, "Since you think it's okay, then I have nothing to say, let's go."

"That's right, let's go!" Zhuang Qing saw Jiang Huan agree, a faint smile appeared on his face, and he pulled people out of the mansion.

Nanfu.

Although Nanche was a fifth-rank minister of the Central Secretariat, his family did not look like the fifth-rank minister of the family. This is not his exaggeration, but the fact is that.

Take those servants as an example. The servants wear silk clothes, which are not as coarse cloth clothes as ordinary servants wear. When you walk inside, you can see all kinds of rockery stones, plants, flowers, and unknown birds.

This luxury is enough to compete with An Xian's family, who has been confiscated and destroyed.

The main courtyard of the South Mansion.

Nanche, the owner of the Nanfu, is a very thin but with a scathing look. It makes people feel urge to beat him up after a glance. At this time, Nanche was sitting in the room drinking tea when he saw the servant coming over and told himself that Jiang Huan was coming, and his eyebrows were frowning unconsciously.

"A man who calls himself Jiang Huan asks to see me?"

"Yes." The servant said respectfully.

"What does that person look like? Who is following you? Are there anything to prove your identity?"

"The man was about fourteen or five years old, wearing a white jade crown, a white brocade robe, and a tiger-shaped jade pendant hanging around his waist." The servant thought for a while and said, "The young man was carrying a black-clothed guard about seventeen or eighteen. The black-clothed guard looked very cold, as if someone owed him hundreds of thousands of silver notes."

"So exaggerated?" Nanche laughed: "If I guess correctly, the cold-faced guard you mentioned is probably a guard in Wutong Curie where that guy is. Apart from them, I really can't think of any guard in the palace who would have a cold face when he visits the minister's house. Forget it, come with me to greet him."

The servant silently listened to Nanche's complaints. After he finished complaining, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and said again: "Yes."

After the two of them finished speaking, they walked out the door.

I don't know if I don't go, and I'm shocked when I go. The person standing at the door was not someone else, just as Nanche thought, Jiang Huan himself.

"Master Nan, don't be fine." Jiang Huan saw Nanche coming over, quickly handed Qianying standing next to him a look. The two of them smiled and headed towards Nanche.

"Mr. Jiang is fine." Nan Che smiled, but he smiled coldly, "I wonder what the hell is there to do when I visit the humble house?"
Chapter completed!