"Ah? My sister Xiuxiu came back and said that your uncle Yongqing was sick, so I went to the old house to see what was going on." Yang Yongjin didn't hide it.

"I'm sick? But I saw him doing well last night, and he was alive... No, he was still tugging in my main hall before leaving. Could it be that he was sick at that time?"

Luo Baobao opened his eyes wide in surprise, and his brain turned quickly, actively helping Yang Yongjin analyze the origin and precursors of the disease.

Yang Yongjin smiled bitterly, "Who knows? He doesn't pay attention to anything in normal times. He just needs to get cold and cold, so he doesn't know how to care about his own body and it's not uncommon to have a stomachache."

Luo Baobao puffed up his cheeks and nodded gently, "Then uncle, go."

Yang Yong took two steps, and Luo Baobao suddenly caught up and stuffed the umbrella in his hand into his hand.

"Uncle, go hold an umbrella. One uncle falls down, the other uncle can't fall ill."

Yang Yongjin was very moved. He hadn't done much for this niece, but she could think so about him.

She is usually careless and boyish, but she didn't expect that she could be so meticulous, considerate and filial. She is worthy of being the daughter taught by Qing'er and Tang Yazi.

"I'm sorry to you about your Uncle Yongqing last night." Yang Yongjin's face turned red and was very ashamed.

Although he and Yang Yongzhi heard the news last night, they hurried over to help clean the main hall, Luo Blacksmith and Wang Cuilian refused to let him go, saying that they had cleaned it up.

But I dare not recall this, but when I think about it, I just have two words: ashamed.

Yang Yongjin took the umbrella that Luo Baobao stuffed over and left, and Luo Baobao turned around and returned to Hongxiu. The two of them pulled up the hats on their cloaks and covered them on their heads, and quickly walked back to Luo's house with their hands in hand.

Luo family backyard.

Luo Fengtang had drunk porridge in the morning and took another medicine and fell asleep.

This time I slept until the end of the day before I woke up.

When he woke up, he found that his arm was being pressed, and a warm breath was evenly brushing on the back of his hand.

It was indeed Yang Ruoqing.

She fell asleep with his hand under the bed.

Her hair hangs down like a waterfall, her beautiful face has become much haggard. She has not slept all night, and there is a faint green shadow under her curly eyelashes.

Luo Fengtang remembered that before going to bed, she clearly asked her to take her children to pay New Year's greetings, but she still stayed at home with him.

When he was sleeping in a daze before, he vaguely felt that someone had fed him twice. He thought it was a dream, but now he thought it was her.

This stubborn silly girl!

He couldn't help but touch her face gently with his fingers.

Her face is very soft and her skin is clean and smooth. Time seems to treat her very well and does not leave any traces on her body.

Luo Fengtang stared at her sideways, and all the love in the world was melted into his deep eyes? The slightly raised curve of his lips interpreted his satisfaction at this moment.

...

Capital.

The imperial palace was built before the British palace.

Luo Xingchen stared at the plaque for a while? He waited until the door of the mansion opened. Many servants and housekeepers walked out of the door, and the British Duke Zhao Shang appeared in person, before he lifted the curtain and walked out of the carriage.

"Young Master Luo comes to the humble house, and the bushes are shining."

The British Duke Zhao Shang bowed and bowed to him. After he stepped forward quickly? He grabbed Luo Xingchen's hand? His face was filled with smiles.

Luo Xingchen had no choice but to put a smile on his face and say greetings.

Afterwards, British Duke Zhao Shang began to introduce some important family members to Luo Xingchen...

After a circle, Luo Xingchen was dizzy? No one remembered it, and saw full-minded faces swaying.

The main reason is that the British Duke Zhao Shang has a large number of wives and concubines in the backyard, and there are dozens of children. These are all masters.

As for those maids and servants who serve them, they are even more dark.

After reading it, Luo Xingchen did not envy him at all, but instead sympathized with the British Duke Zhao Shang.

How can this body be able to eat?

How can we solve the problem of a whole family?

Just thinking about it makes me feel like my headache is split.

After the appearance of being polite, British Duke Zhao Shang took Luo Xingchen to a quiet room.

Luo Xingchen stepped in and looked at the surrounding walls.

The room here is decorated in low-key and luxurious and connotative!

It doesn't look magnificent, but whether it is the hanging scrolls, the porcelain placed, etc., they all have great backgrounds... Some even have stories on it.

"Please look at Mr. Luo, how about my character?"

British Duke Zhao Shang pointed at a painting hanging on it, and a smug smile appeared on his face.

"This is... the original work of the book saint Wang Sheng, it's rare!"

Luo Xingchen looked carefully and saw that the characters on it were majestic and integrated. At least those who had some understanding of calligraphy should be able to see that this was the original work of the calligraphy saint Wang Sheng.

The calligraphy saint Wang Sheng was a famous person from the previous and Southern Dynasties. He became a saint when he was alive. Later, his fame became more and more popular.

To this day, he has become the well-deserved leader in the calligraphy world.

"Look at how much money this letter is worth?" British Duke Zhao Shang smiled and touched the neatly built beard on his chin.

"This word is a priceless treasure, how can it be measured by silver?" Luo Xingchen looked at Zhao Shang in shock.

To be honest, he really didn't expect that the British Duke Zhao Shang actually asked such a question.

You know, this is the calligraphy of the scholar Wang Sheng. How many people dream of obtaining the original calligraphy saint is unique and unrenewable.

How can gold, silver and jewelry and other metal currencies that are full of copper smell be compared with those priceless treasures?

"This word is indeed good, but it cannot be eaten or drunk... it is not practical enough." British Duke Zhao Shang sighed and continued, "Young Master Luo, look at the word, if I want to take it off, can I help me find a buyer with a high bid? It's best if I'm from Daqi..."

"Duke of England, you have a lot of shares in the World Business Alliance. You can distribute dividends every month, and you make a lot of money. Isn't it a pity to sell such calligraphy and paintings?"

Luo Xingchen suddenly felt that the British Duke Zhao Shang was very vulgar...

But he is the calligraphy and painting, so he can handle it whatever he wants, and he doesn't care.

"Young Master Luo, you don't know my difficulties..."

"The British Mansion has been passed down for three generations. It seems to be cooking oil with bright fire and flowers, but this is all on the surface... Below, hey, he has been emptied and is short of money."

British Duke Zhao Shang did not pretend to behave anymore, but directly showed a bitter smile.

"A hundred thousand taels of silver per month, one million taels a year, plus a hundred years of accumulation in the British government, isn't that enough? Can you still lack money?" Luo Xingchen didn't believe it.

"It's really not enough. The money and food that needs to be consumed in this huge British mansion is difficult to measure..."

"Young Master Luo, you are your own person. I hide this from others, but I don't need to hide it from you. Here is a booklet from my British Mansion. You will understand it at a glance."

The British Duke Zhao Shang took out a account book from his cuff. He was prepared and had prepared everything he should prepare in advance. The purpose was to let Luo Xingchen see it clearly and see it clearly.
Chapter completed!