Chapter 25 Too small

The sea breeze caresses gently, the clear water and blue sky, the flying swallow ship slowly rises up a huge canvas and slowly sails away from Shanghai Port.

Standing on the deck and looking at the city of Shanghai, which gradually turned into black spots, Ye Zhao sighed softly. Before the dance party where the consuls of several countries saw him off last night, Su Hongniang left Shanghai. It happened that Boss Su contacted a ship to transport the firearms to Hong Kong Island, and then sent it from Hong Kong Island to eastern Guangdong, western Guangxi and other places.

In fact, if you follow the standards of this world, you can really be said to be a playboy who is neither literary nor martial, but you don’t know if you feel wronged if you commit yourself to it. Fortunately, divorce is not popular in this world. With Su Mao Niang’s personality, you will eventually follow her.

Near the side of the ship, the personal soldier Bakesh wiped the revolver in his hand like a treasure, and saw with his own eyes the sharpness of Western firearms. Bakesh and other personal soldiers were ecstatic about the short muskets that Ye Zhao had configured for them, and they were even more eager to return home to show off as soon as possible.

Ye Zhao smiled slightly. Now, at least he was changing the view of the people around him about the world.

Prince Zheng’s mansion was decorated with lights and after the ship arrived in Zhigu (Tianjin), Ye Zhao had already sent someone back to the mansion to deliver the letter, and the Prince Fujin was eager to see him, and he calculated that the day would be today.

Huiyuan has winding paths, strange stones and forests, towers and towers, flowers and trees are lush, and sitting in the pavilion to taste tea and chat. There is a waterfall next to it, which is more than a meter high, and its sound is particularly wonderful.

The concubine hugged Ye Zhao and cried in a silence, which made Ye Zhao quite embarrassed. Originally, when she went out, she felt that she had changed. She was not the dandy who had been living a life of death before, but this time in Beijing, she was still a greenhouse seedling that she could not even experience even a little wind or wave.

"There's nothing that the foreigner can do to you, right? I heard that you can fight with a knife, and you're going to go? I'm scared to death." Fojin's eyes were red, and she wiped her tears with a beautiful handkerchief. She was born elegant and luxurious, and she looked only about thirty people.

"It's okay, mom, am I okay? My job is done well, and the emperor even issued an order to praise me." Ye Zhao hurriedly explained to the concubine.

The prince smiled and said, "Yes, in this blink of an eye, we have started a family and a house. You said you were crying so hard, but can't you fulfill your wish?"

Ye Zhao asked in confusion: "Get a family and a house?"

The prince smiled and pinched Ye Zhao's shoulder: "Boy, you have to be strong. My mother and I are waiting for you to give birth to a fat grandson for us soon."

When the concubine mentioned the marriage, she burst into tears and laughed, "You don't know yet? The emperor has pointed out the girl from Huizheng's family to you. Since you like it, the prince has asked again. The girl's nickname is Rong'er. She is 14 years old and has a handsome appearance. Her sister is a noble person and her family is innocent. Her ancestors have produced a grand sect. It's not a grievance for marrying into our palace. I think this marriage is very good."

Although Ye Zhao had known that he could not decide the marriage, he still sighed at the moment, but he could only nod and said, "Yes, don't worry, Mom, the child understands." The marriage was first mentioned, and the booked girl turned over to others before participating in the talent show. This is an honor that only the extremely noble mansions such as Prince Zheng's Mansion can have.

"I chose the third day of the next month for the wedding day, and this is just a good day in the past six months." The prince said with a smile.

Ye Zhao was really scratching his head now, just a few days left? You know, although Rong'er said to be fourteen years old, she is Xu Sui. She is actually a little girl who is just twelve years old, twelve years old? In her previous life, she seemed to be in elementary school, in the fifth and sixth grades.

But scratching your head, it's like this now. You can't say that they are young, since they have a wedding date, they are very determined, and there is nothing to do except accept it.

Back at Chufeng Tower, Ye Zhao asked Rui Sier and a few servants to bring all the foreign things they bought from Shanghai, and it was really funny to think about marrying a twelve-year-old girl.

"I congratulate you on your wedding!" But Rui Sier didn't even have any pots to carry, and Ye Zhao kicked it gently.

Su Hongniang did not return to the capital, so Rui Sier and others naturally did not dare to ask, but they were afraid that they would not make any noise.

In the second floor of the Zengsheng Building of Xisi Pailou, Dachun placed wine to wash Ye Zhao, and the table was filled with hot and cold meat on the round table of carved dragons and red sandalwood.

There were only two of them in the room. Ye Zhao asked about the first thing he did before leaving Beijing. Who knew that Dachun seemed to have forgotten all of them. He held the wine glass and said confusedly: "Who are the relatives of Hengzhou Tuanlian?"

Ye Zhao shook his head helplessly and raised his glass: "Drink a bar."

"Brother, you are getting married, I feel quite uncomfortable."

Ye Zhao was startled and glared at Da Chun and said, "What does it mean?"

Dachun sighed quietly: "This man has no chance of getting married. If he counts day by day, if he has a little bastard under his knees, he has to put all his thoughts on them. As for us, we will grow old, wrinkle, and no longer feel."

Ye Zhao cursed and laughed: "When did you learn sentimentality? This is not like you anymore." As he said that, he patted Dachun on the shoulder and smiled: "Don't just think about these all day long. How old are you? Why don't you feel so effective?"

Who knew that when Ye Zhao patted Dachun's shoulder, Dachun suddenly grinned, took a breath, and his arm also shrank back like a conditioned reflex.

"What's going on?" Ye Zhao said in surprise.

"It's okay." Dachun laughed and took the wine pot to help Ye Zhao pour wine.

But he grinned his teeth in pain just now, but Ye Zhao frowned and said, "Lao Liu, you treat me as an outsider, right? Well, I'll leave now."

As he said that, Ye Zhao stood up. Dachun hurriedly stopped him and smiled apologized: "Brother, you are squeezing my mouth like this. Sit, sit down."

Ye Zhao immediately sat down and said seriously: "Tell me, what's going on."

Dachun laughed dryly and said, "It's no big deal. I had a quarrel with Gui Lao San and his group a few days ago. I couldn't resist the large number of people and suffered a loss. I don't have to worry about this matter, my brother, I will find my sixth son back by myself."

The third son of Gui and Ye Zhao frowned. Gui Rong was also a famous figure among the yellow bands. It was Prince Yi Yinxiang, the thirteenth prince of Yongzheng Dynasty, and the nephew of Prince Yi Zaiyuan of this dynasty. Gui Rong was a child who was surrendered to attack Gushan Beizi early because of his father's death.

"Gui Beizi is getting more and more powerful." Ye Zhao took a sip of wine and felt a little frustrated. Anyone knew that Dachun and he were just wearing a pair of pants. Slapping Dachun would be like hitting your Prince Zheng's face. Of course, Ye Zhao also knew that everyone was just waiting to die, and no one would think that you, the Prince Zheng's Prince Zheng's family, are taller than anyone else, and there are many people who fight for trivial matters among the royal family. Gui Rong may not have deliberately found fault with him.

"Brother, there is someone, I wonder if you want to see him?" Dachun was beaten and naturally had no light on his face. He quickly changed the topic. "This person is working with me. He is clever and chatting. It turns out that he is a relative of his brother."

Ye Zhao was stunned: "Relative? What kind of relative?"

Dachun smiled and said, "It is his sister-in-law's distant relative, and his uncle and her sister-in-law's wife's Xianweng are cousins."

Sister-in-law? Ye Zhao finally realized that Dachun was referring to the twelve-year-old girl who was about to marry her. She was quite helpless. She shook her head and said, "It's gone."
Chapter completed!