Many people in the palace now know that the imperial concubine is called Emperor Erlang.

What a treason!

It's not bad to be called a queen like this. Are you worthy of being called a noble concubine?

But the emperor not only agreed, but also called the imperial concubine by her nickname.

Hongyan!

"The swan geese have flown away."

Said a certain sharp concubine.

She was waiting on the emperor's only way back to the harem.

"Your Majesty is here."

A palace maid came flying over.

The concubine nodded, "Give me money."

Her maid came forward and handed over a bunch of copper coins.

As if she had experienced it countless times, the palace maid took the money with one hand, took out a huge purse and threw it in, and then ran away.

The shouts echoed behind me.

"Your Majesty is here."

"Give me money!"

So when the emperor arrived, he saw a huge welcome lineup.

When the imperial concubine heard the news, she just laughed.

His eyes were so calm and enviable.

"Jiro won't stay there."

"Your Majesty has arrived."

The emperor strode in and supported the imperial concubine without waiting for her to salute, "Hongyan really has a keen eye for pearls."

The imperial concubine was stunned, "Erlang, this is..."

"You suggested that the county lieutenant should be sent to protect Princess Nanyang. Today he destroyed the plot of the Northern Liao envoy."

The imperial concubine was startled, "Who?"

Jiao Li whispered: "Your Majesty, you are the county captain who stopped the assassin."

The imperial concubine suddenly realized this and couldn't help but feel guilty for a moment.

The emperor glanced at her seemingly casually and said, "That young man is quite brave."

The imperial concubine held his arm and said, "That doesn't live up to my original recommendation."

The two of them go in.

The imperial concubine asked: "What is that boy's name?"

Jiao Li said: "It seems to be called Yang...Yang Xuan."

…

"I don't need money, but I need my life."

Yi Niang muttered dissatisfiedly, and several of her chickens were wandering around her feet.

Fang Zheng outside the door smiled bitterly, "Yiniang, everyone has to pay taxes."

"The rich and powerful will not surrender."

Yi Niang complained while giving the money. As for the cloth from the tax, she had already prepared it.

"I won't go to my house to do labor."

"Easy to say."

As long as you give money to the cloth, you are the uncle.

This is the smoothest company in Fangzheng to collect taxes.

"The young master is back."

When he saw Yang Xuan, Fang Zheng greeted him with a smile.

Several carts behind him were piled with money and cloth.

Among them is the Yang family.

Yi Niang was obviously dissatisfied with paying taxes. She patted the non-existent dust on Yang Xuan's body when he came in and complained.

"In those days, let alone taxes, we didn't give money even for meals."

Cao Ying said casually: "We are rich... old thief."

Bang!

The box fell to the ground and the old thief opened the lid.

The golden light is shining!

Yi Niang was happy and her hands became heavier.

Snapped!

Yang Xuan received a slap on his back, and he swore that it must have turned green.

After learning that the money was used to buy a house and open a ramen restaurant, Yi Niang put down the gold ingot reluctantly, "At least I saw money back then, but my eyes were dazzled. Saving is the way to build a family. Don't do it."

extravagant."

Although he said it harshly, he still added a hard dish to his lunch.

"roast chicken!"

Wang Laoer's eyes lit up and he started to fuck while squatting.

"Yeah!" Yi Niang glanced at him.

Wang Laoer was biting into the chicken, and his movements immediately stopped, and he slowly knelt down and sat down.

Yi Niang looked at everyone with a straight face, "Etiquette and etiquette! How many times have I said it? I can't embarrass my husband, calling you an old thief!"

The old thief is also used to eating while squatting. Hearing this, he said: "Yiniang, I have been here for many years..."

"Why?" Unable to explain, Yi Niang swore that she would let the old thief have a drink at dinner.

The old thief said: "It will be very time-consuming to rob a tomb when encountering a mechanism. The tomb passage is low, so you can only eat while squatting."

"Why don't you sit down?" Yi Niang didn't believe it.

The old thief sighed, "It is an ancestral rule that you cannot sit down when entering a tomb..."

"So what if you sit down?"

"Our rule is to treat death as life. The tomb is the home of the owner of the tomb. Unless the owner invites you, you cannot sit in it."

The master invites you!

Yi Niang glanced at Yang Xuan and said, "From today on, sit down!"

I am the owner of this house!

Yang Xuan felt a chill running down his spine.

The old thief sat down.

The family had lunch in silence.

After lunch, Han Ying came.

"Please go and choose a place."

"Looking at the tomb? I know this man well." The old thief has been a little turbulent recently and doesn't want to go anywhere.

"Look at the place, they sell ramen."

Walking along Zhuque Street, Yang Xuan felt a little like a nouveau riche.

Those brokers have humble smiles on their faces and introduce the situation of the house they represent, which will make you feel like you are a god.

When he pointed to the bigger house, the middle-aged man almost had snot bubbles in his nose.

"He wants to call you daddy." Suzaku was also so beautiful that he wanted to bubble up.

"That's it."

Yang Xuan finally bought a house in Guangfufang facing Zhuque Street.

"Renovate and decorate, and recruit people." Yang Xuan began to assign, "Han Ying teaches the cook."

"Yes." This was the core. Han Ying felt that she valued herself.
To be continued...