"Your family has nothing but nothing. What does this have to do with Yunyi? When you praise the breeze in your sleeves, don't you just want others to see the Lan family's appearance with nothing?"
Lan Bojian was furious. He felt that Lan Yuanzhou was simply crazy.
"You have to know that because of Lan Yunyi's dowry, there is no money in the Lan Mansion's warehouse, and even I owe foreign debts. If you move all these things away, what will you eat in the future? Lan Mansion's hundreds
What do you want to eat?"
"That's because Lan Wanru lost money in business! Don't blame Yun Yi. Lan Bojian, you are the national preceptor of Qi State, don't be a bitch and build a memorial arch. You don't like Yun Yi.
Yi's whole body is full of copper stench, so why are you blushing now? Isn't it because you are thinking about Yun Yi's money? "
Lan Yuanzhou hugged the scroll in his hand tightly, took two steps back, and lowered his voice: "What the hundreds of people in Lan Mansion eat is your business. Even if I starve to death, I will not steal money like you."
You are like a rat in the gutter when you still talk about the right things. Look at your appearance now, second brother, I almost don’t recognize you anymore.”
Lan Bojian was shaken by Lan Yuanzhou's words. He raised his head and looked at the gazes of the boys around him. Finally, he clenched his hands into fists and took two deep breaths, but he couldn't say anything.
Painter Xinling is the favorite painter of the eldest brother Lan Qianjing. The eight brothers in the Lan family have no father or mother since childhood. They were brought up by the eldest brother and sister-in-law. Lan Qianjing is like their father.
If Lan Yunyi is the Monkey King, Lan Qianjing is the Buddha. He has absolute majesty in front of Lan Yunyi. Lan Yunyi cannot climb out of his Wuzhi Mountain no matter what.
Even if Lan Yuanzhou is young and ignorant, he doesn't believe Lan Yunyi has the courage to accept this painting!
He sent a letter to his eldest brother a few days ago. The letter explained in detail what happened recently. If the eldest brother doesn't come back, all the younger brothers and sisters in the house will probably be tortured to death by Lan Yunyi.
The eldest brother's reply arrived yesterday, and he stated in the letter that he would rush back immediately to deal with the affairs of the Lan Mansion.
It would take a few days for the eldest brother to come back with his sixth brother, so he asked his eldest sister-in-law to set off immediately. He estimated that her carriage was almost arriving in the capital.
When the sister-in-law arrives, with her majesty, Lan Yunyi will surely return this painting and other things taken away by Lan Yuanzhou back to the Lan Mansion safely.
This is the lifeblood of Lan Mansion, she dare not touch it.
Thinking of this, Lan Bojian returned to his former calm and gentle appearance. He turned the Buddhist beads in his hand and softly recited two sentences: "Amitabha."
Lan Yuanzhou didn't know what was going on in Lan Bojian's mind. He called to the Lan Mansion's servants, carried all the Lan Mansion's collection of antiques, gold, silver and jewelry, and walked out.
"I remember that Yunyi asked someone to paint the plaques in the mansion with gold paint. You climbed up and scraped off all the gold paint on the major plaques with a knife!"
He seemed to have thought of something, and his steps paused slightly.
"Most of the flower pots in the house are inlaid with gold. I took off all the gold and folded it into cash. If I couldn't move the flower pots, I smashed them. Anyway, my second brother thought they smelled like copper."
After Lan Yuanzhou finished speaking, he raised his eyes to look at the sky in the distance. Lan Yunyi's smile seemed to appear in front of his eyes again.
Imagining Lan Yunyi receiving these things that originally belonged to her, smiling softly at her, her eyes were red, and some of her swallowed hard.
After Lan Yuanzhou left, Lan Bojian looked at the almost empty Lan Mansion. Even the gold-painted door beast on the door had been looted.
The rustling autumn wind blew out from the holed window paper. Lan Bojian felt the coldness and felt her eyes go dark.
Lan Yunyi bought everything in Lan Mansion?
Lan Yuanzhou, is he messing around?
Lan Bojian was a little unbelievable.
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Lan Yuanzhou didn't know why Lan Bojian had been visiting the palace frequently recently. Today he also wanted to go to the palace to see Yunyi, but he didn't want to go with Lan Bojian.
He went to beg many people and finally entered the palace smoothly.
Lan Yuanzhou hugged Xin Ling's painting of a tiger fight tightly and stopped in front of the tall palace, but deep fear arose in his heart.
He didn't know if Yunyi was still willing to see him, and he didn't know if Yunyi would still accept the money returned to her by the Lan Mansion, but even if he knelt and died outside the palace gate, he still wanted to see Yunyi.
He would rather Yunyi beat him, scold him, or beat him to death, so that the guilt in his heart would be reduced, instead of being unable to sleep at night.
But before Lan Yuanzhou knelt down in front of the palace, Lan Yunyi asked the maid next to him to invite him in without any embarrassment.
Lan Yuanzhou was stunned for a moment, then followed the little palace maid blankly towards the side hall where Lan Yunyi was temporarily staying.
The further he walked, the harder it became to breathe, and he even staggered several steps. His inner expectations were hesitant, and he didn't even know where to go.
"Yun Yi..." Lan Yuanzhou pursed his lips, but didn't know what to say. The flesh on his cheeks twitched because of nervousness.
"I heard about what happened to you today," Lan Yunyi took a sip of tea and looked at Lan Yuanzhou with no warmth in her eyes: "So you came to the palace to find me. Is there anything else you can do?"
"Ah——" Lan Yuanzhou said.
"I took out all the things that Lan Mansion owed you and returned them to you... I folded the unimportant things into silver and sent them to Qingyun Temple along with some antique calligraphy and paintings. Now - what I have in my hand now is Master Xinling's
Calligraphy treasure. Because this is so valuable that it can even be worth half of the Lan family’s wealth, I personally sent it to the palace for you."
Heart Ling——Master? Worth more than half of Lan Mansion’s net worth?
Lan Yunyi raised her eyebrows slightly, a little surprised. What Lan Yuanzhou said was probably too outrageous.
How come she didn't know that this painting became so popular?
"Will you... still accept the money that Lan Mansion pays you back?"
Lan Yuanzhou shivered as he spoke. He was too timid to raise his head and look into Lan Yunyi's eyes.
He knew how much Yunyi loved silver. If Lan Yunyi didn't even accept the money returned to her by Lan Mansion, Lan Yuanzhou couldn't even imagine how much Lan Yunyi hated Lan Mansion.
"Thank you, I accept." Lan Yunyi was interrupted by Lan Yuanzhou's words, and then gave Lan Yuanzhou a polite and indifferent smile.
Lan Yuanzhou raised his head overjoyed, but was suddenly stung by Lan Yunyi's cold smile.
"I will donate this money to the victims in need when there is a famine in the world." Lan Yunyi looked at him distantly, still smiling.
Lan Yuanzhou's heart trembled, an endless sadness welled up from his heart, and hot tears filled his sight again.
"Yunyi... you think... you think the Lan Mansion's money makes you feel sick, right?"
When Lan Yuanzhou said this, his teeth were trembling.
"Yes, everything in the Lan Mansion makes me feel extremely sick. Every time I see everyone in the Lan Mansion, I feel like I have returned to the nightmare I had before, a nightmare that I can never escape from."
Lan Yunyi lowered her eyes and looked at the tiger fighting picture in her hand, hiding the sneer in her eyes: "Thank you for today's events, but this is probably the last time we meet."
"From today on, the Lan Mansion and I will completely draw a clear line. We will have no further relationship with each other in the future."
"Please tell the people in Lan Mansion that even if you see me on the road in the future, you'd better take a detour. If you do something to annoy me again, I won't let anyone go."
Lan Yuanzhou listened to Lan Yunyi's decisive words. Every word was like a sharp knife stabbing his heart. He gasped for air, but his mind only circulated Lan Yunyi's indifferent words.