When Mao Pijiang left, Chen Zhenhui sighed, "It's really a good time and luck. I never thought that Brother Pijiang is so great now, like a small prince. If he is really transferred to Nanjing to serve in the middle of the year, we must get close to him."

Hou Fangyu wanted to speak very much, but he felt as disgusting as if he had eaten a fly.

What a thing.

He didn't even have a real family background, but he still wanted to enter the house? Is there any other kingly law in this world?

But Mr. Hou had been polished by reality at this time and was much more well-behaved. He didn't dare to set off firecrackers anymore, and kept smiling.

...

Although the Zheng family's fleet has just arrived today, the preparations in Nanjing have already been launched a few days in advance.

The basic conditions of this manor are not very good, but after being cleaned up by the Zheng family, there is a huge difference.

Not to mention anything else, the maids who serve the people around him are already at the level of a first-class flower boat on the Qinhuai River.

Even more flavorful than those first-class flower boats.

Because there are not only beautiful Han women, but also many beautiful and docile Japanese women, as well as some tall and big white beauties and native South Asian beauties.

The originally monotonous world suddenly felt colorful.

In particular, the Zheng family has prepared many performance projects.

Not only are the natives in South China playing with snakes and crocodiles, but they also perform performing fire-sucking and whistling, and even some orchestras are all fancy bells and whistles dressed in white-skinned ghosts, holding strange instruments to play.

At first, it seems to make people feel a little irritable, but if you listen carefully, it will be quite interesting and the song is quite cheerful.

When one of the white-skinned golden-haired women sang the lyrics in a slightly awkward Chinese official language, Hou Fangyu was shocked.

"The goddess of joy is holy and beautiful, and the brilliant light shines on the earth. We are full of passion in our hearts and come to your temple..."

After a few times, Hou Fangyu was brainwashed and couldn't help but hum.

And the more I realize that the song is flavorful and meaningful.

At this time, a seventh-grade bureaucrat who was familiar with Chen Zhenhui next to him smiled and said, "Brother Chen, Brother Hou, how about this song? It is said that this is the love song written by the Marquis of Haicheng to Miss Zheng. Miss Zheng spent a lot of effort. This is what I recruited these ghost musicians from Nanyang. Look, have you seen the golden-retriever ocean horse? It is said that this girl is still the same, the famous actor of the Royal Orchestra, and spent a lot of money."

"What?"

Hou Fangyu, who was immersed in the rhythm, was immediately clever, and immediately, his soul couldn't stop vomiting, which was even more disgusting than eating ten thousand flies.
Chapter completed!