"Fourth Miss! She...she is really the Duke!??" The waiter suddenly realized something was wrong. He might not believe what others said, but Li Lingyue's name was well-known throughout Xuzhou City. What she said was not tolerated by the waiter.
Don’t believe it…
"Yes, it's true!" Lingyue smiled and nodded, then followed Yan Bing slowly up to the second floor.
The waiter stared at the two people's backs with wide eyes, then scratched the back of his head...
"Be good...women can still be granted the title of duke...the world is about to change..."
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As soon as Yan Bing and the two went up to the second floor, a door opened and Yu Mohan walked out.
"It's so late at night and you're making such a big fuss, Qihua... it's time for you to put down your official and secular airs..."
Yan Bing was stunned for a moment after being scolded, but then he remembered yesterday's "tragedy" in his mind, and he immediately became polite with lingering fear, bowed his hands, and whispered: "What the Fifth Master taught me is that Qihua knows his mistakes."
Yes, Master, is he... okay?"
"Don't worry, this old guy won't die for a while. He just drank some medicine and fell asleep..." Yu Mohan looked at his room inadvertently, but just this quick glance made Yan Bing immediately realize
I realized something, so...the corners of my mouth slowly curved...
"Could it be that the fifth uncle has been taking care of the master every step of the way? My master... is such a blessing..."
After Yan Bing finished speaking, he looked at Yu Mohan again, his face unchanged at all, a pair of cold eyes slowly looked at Yan Bing, and he slowly said: "You don't need to provoke me with your words... Uncle Master will make it clear today.
As long as this old guy survives the disaster, so what if I marry him!? Anyway, we are already at this age, why do we need these pretense? If you want to take revenge for yesterday's killing with one stone from this incident
, then I advise you to stop thinking about it as soon as possible..."
Yan Bing looked at Yu Mohan and blinked...
I’m going!??
She is worthy of being an old maid who has lived for more than a hundred years!!
A wall of copper and iron, no oil or salt can enter!!!
Yan Bing saw the situation clearly, then raised his money and retreated his troops, cupping his hands and saying: "Uncle Master has misunderstood my niece. If Master and Uncle Master can finally get married, it will be too late for us juniors to be happy. Besides, Master's life will be saved this time."
Already..."
"What? Head Li agreed!!?"
Yu Mohan, who always maintains a straight-faced attitude, only occasionally shows some true temperament when it comes to things related to Wang Linfeng and him. The thick smile hanging on her face at this moment is the best.
The evidence, and this infatuated love that spanned hundreds of years naturally touched Yan Bing, making her unable to help but put away the "bad thoughts" in her heart and tell her truthfully...
"Okay! Okay! It's better to do it sooner rather than later! Refreshing!! I have already said that Mr. Li is aboveboard, understands the righteousness, and will definitely help! The old stubborn inside refused to listen, and he wanted to take advantage of me last night
I fell asleep and ran away!! I was given a good meal to clean up. Now that I am fine, I feel at ease... Qihua, you have made a great contribution this time! If you have anything you want, just say it! As long as my uncle can do it,
All can be promised to you!!"
As soon as Yan Bing opened his mouth, Yu Mohan quickly added: "Except for your senior sisters! None of them are good at sharpening mirrors! It's better not to embarrass them..."
"Ah?" Yan Bing was dumbfounded after hearing this. He slowly turned his head and glanced at Lingyue, who was glaring at her. He quickly waved his hand and explained: "Uncle Master!! This kind of thing is no joke! It will kill someone.
Yes!!! Even my niece is afraid of you!! I swear, I will never think of revenge against you again!!! That’s great!!??”
"Then it's a deal!!! You have to be considerate to my uncle... After all, you kid... is a bit too vindictive, so my uncle has to be on guard..." Yu Mohan smiled evilly at Yan Bing, and then turned around
, was about to go back to the house, but Li Bing jumped directly in front of her again, smiling evilly at her...
"Hey? Uncle Master, my niece keeps her word, but you shouldn't break your promise... I just said that you can agree to whatever I want, but why are you leaving without asking your niece what she wants?
??”
Yu Mohan was slightly startled when he heard this, then smiled, spread his hands and said: "Qihua, you should also know that my uncle is now very poor and has nothing to live up to..."
"Uncle, I don't need to worry about that. Qihua naturally won't force others to do anything... What Qihua wants... is just your "Standing Beauty Technique"..."
"What!?? What are you talking about!!?? "Yanzhuan Kung Fu"!!??"
This time it was Yu Mohan's turn to be a little panicked. After all, this technique took her decades of hard work to develop. It would be fine if she taught others to learn it, but the other person was Yan Qihua!!! It was just an abacus!
A perfect person!!!
If this guy learns how to compile it into a book and sell it everywhere, not to mention that her own reputation will definitely not be preserved, but just saying that in the future, the fathers will be younger than the sons and the mothers will be younger than the daughters.
Such a tender scene will cause chaos in the world!??
Thinking of this, Yu Mohan looked away guiltily and asked in a low voice: "How old are you? What do you want this for?"
"Hey~~~~, why don't you take your time when you are busy... You will need it sooner or later in the future!!" Yan Bing moved forward with a playful smile, making it clear that he would not give up until he achieved his goal...
Yu Mohan squinted his eyes and pondered for a moment, then said tentatively: "It's not impossible to give it to you..., but you have to promise your uncle that this technique can only be passed down to your closest relatives, and you will not use it to make profits for the rest of your life! Otherwise, it is equivalent to
Betray the master!! How good!!??”
"Hey??? Why is this!???" Yan Bing immediately showed a look of disappointment.
And Yu Mohan also let out a long sigh...
This thing...
Sure enough, I was thinking of selling it for money...
Yu Mohan smiled bitterly and shook his head, and slowly explained in a step-by-step manner: "Uncle Master asked you, what is the basis of human ethics?"
"What is the basis of human ethics??" Yan Bing thought for a moment with his eyebrows raised, then raised his finger to point at Yu Mohan, then pointed back at himself, and asked in a low voice: "Seniority??"
Yu Mohan smiled slightly and said in a deep voice: "What is the basis of that generation?"
"Age! My own age, and the age of my elders!" Yan Bing found the trick this time and quickly gave the answer.
Yu Mohan smiled and nodded again, and continued to ask: "Is that person's age... written on his face...?"
At this point... Yan Bing suddenly understood the fifth uncle's painstaking efforts...
"Are you trying to say that if everyone in the world is like a young man with no gray hair, then the moral code will inevitably collapse, and the five ethical laws and etiquette may not be preserved!??"
"That's right... My wife married a collateral aunt without knowing it, but she is still happy when she marries a distant grandson... You don't want to see such a chaotic world..." After Yu Mohan said something sincere and thoughtful, he
He walked towards the door of his room again, and said without looking back: "Since my uncle agreed to the technique, he will naturally write it to you, but you should also abide by the agreement just now... Come back tomorrow.
At Chenshi, we will meet again at Baolong Pavilion..."
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"As expected of a man who has lived for more than a hundred years... In terms of thoughtfulness... he still can't compare..." Yan Bing smiled bitterly and shrugged, walked forward slowly, held Lingyue's little hand and walked down the stairs...
