Nie Chao was stunned again: "???"

what?

What did he hear?

Adding an ancient character before ozhou changes the meaning completely.

That was Continent from the 14th to the 16th century. Due to an ideological and cultural movement, countless famous figures appeared in various fields such as literature, art, music, and Continent from decline to prosperity.

There were many royal families in continent O, but most of them no longer exist. There are still ten royal families headed by country Y, and the etiquette of each royal family is different.

It's just an ordinary sitting posture. He didn't see any clue, so why did he follow the etiquette of the royal family of O continent?

But Nie Chao would not doubt Fu Yunshen's words.

Because this young master once told him that one of the necessary conditions for being a romantic dandy is to know astronomy and geography, even if it is just on paper, so that he can capture different types of women.

Nie Chao always felt that there was something wrong with what he said, but he couldn't figure it out, so he had to accept the lesson with an open mind.

It’s not surprising that the most romantic dandy in Shanghai knows the etiquette of the Ozhou royal family, but this little sister from the Ying family comes from the countryside?

Ying Zijin opened his eyes, his expression unchanged.

She changed her posture and sat, resting her chin on her hand, looking very lazy: "I have read the corresponding books."

Fu Yunshen leaned back and smiled: "This hobby is different from other children."

Ying Zijin didn’t respond anymore.

Within ten minutes, all the dishes were ready.

There are no single rooms in the Han Pavilion. Each table is separated by a blue curtain. There is an incense burner beside the table, and different incense is placed according to the guest's preference.

There is also a small stone bridge and flowing water on the side, showing the ancient style.

Ying Zijin turned his head and his eyes moved slightly.

Osmanthus, rosemary, agarwood, lavender, sandalwood...all are soothing medicinal materials, obviously specially prepared.

What surprised her was that pure and shallow spiritual energy flowed out of the incense burner.

After just a moment, she felt much better.

Ying Zijin lowered his eyes.

The first time she came to Earth was in the mid-fifteenth century.

Although the spiritual energy on the earth was not abundant at that time, it was not exhausted to the extent it is now. At least it could absorb it and raise witches and sorcerers.

She didn't expect that she would come to Earth again. After all, she was mortal and it would not be easy for her to survive.

Because the injury was so severe that her soul was completely broken, her consciousness had been sleeping for nearly seventeen years. She finally woke up today. When she woke up, her situation was quite miserable.

Long-term anemia has made this body very weak, it can even be said to be riddled with holes, and it will break if touched.

If she wants to get more spiritual energy to improve her body, she needs to find some natural jade and medicinal materials.

But she was short of money, and whether it was jade or medicinal materials, she needed a lot of money.

She had saved a lot of gold in Ozhou in the past. After so many years, the old bank must have closed down. I wonder if her gold is still there.

Ying Zijin thought for a moment and asked, "Is there anything interesting in Shanghai?"

"That's a lot." Nie Chao became drunk and burped, "You've been here for so long and you haven't gone out to play?"

"There should be no such thing as freedom in a living blood bank."

Nie Chao was choked again.

"Kid, drink this." Fu Yunshen handed the girl a bowl of longan and red date soup. After seeing her take it, she settled into the bamboo chair. "How many times has Ying Luwei been injured in this year?"

Nie Chao was stunned for a moment and then calculated: "If I just go to the hospital, it will be no less than twenty times."

As soon as this number came out, even he was surprised.

Everyone in Shanghai knew that Ying Luwei had hemophilia, so the ladies and gentlemen were also careful to protect her.

She is also Jiang Moyuan's fiancée. She is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and is loved by all the elders of the four wealthy families.

If you dare not touch it, how could it be possible for her to be injured so many times?

Nie Chao probed: "Boss, you won't lose to her so many times..."

The words came to his lips, but he didn't say any more.

Who can survive more than 20 blood transfusions?

Ying Zijin slowly finished the longan and red date soup and squinted his eyes, but it didn't matter: "It's more than that."

The vitality of this body was exhausted just when she woke up. She absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the snow and only managed to recover a little, which shows how weak she was.

"Well, that's good." Fu Yunshen raised his hand and handed the girl a tissue. He chuckled in a gentle voice, "She can be included in the Guinness World Records."

Nie Chao broke into cold sweat again.

He and Fu Yunshen have known each other since childhood and know his temperament well.

Once the young master speaks in such a gentle tone, it proves that he is really angry.

But so what?

The Ying family took in an adopted daughter and fed her well, wasn't it just for the blood?

They have long been accustomed to the darkness in wealthy families over the years, and there is nothing more filthy than this.

Nie Chao sighed, summoned the waiter, and said attentively: "Boss, eat more. Qi Shao is right, you need to replenish your blood."

Ying Zijin looked at the plate that she had finally finished eating and was filled with pork liver: "..."

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At this time, the carved wooden door of Han Pavilion opened again.

Footsteps sounded, and a group of people walked in.

The leader was a man, with a tall and handsome figure, and long and powerful legs wrapped in black suit pants.

He has a cold face, cold eyebrows, and exudes a kind of alienated nobility, but also has the fatal charm of a mature man.

Even the waiters in the Han Pavilion couldn't help but feel a little solemn when they saw the visitor.

No one in Shanghai would not recognize this face.

The third master of the Jiang family, Jiang Moyuan.

The first heir to the four wealthy families, he combines appearance, status and power.

The man that all the famous ladies in Shanghai want to marry.

The manager stepped forward, respectfully but not condescendingly: "Mr. Jiang, the seat you reserved is over here. Please come with me."

Jiang Moyuan nodded and walked inside.

But at this moment, the secretary who was following behind suddenly stepped forward and whispered: "Third Master."

After saying that, he pointed in a direction.

Jiang Moyuan frowned, but still turned his head and looked in the direction pointed by the secretary, his eyes suddenly darkened.

The thin girl sat on the bamboo chair, her head tilted, not knowing what was going on, and her expression was very resistant.

And he also knew the person sitting next to her.

Fu Yunshen.

The dandy boy from the Fu family has a very bad reputation.

After being sent abroad for three years, it seems that I haven't made any progress at all.

Not knowing what he thought of, Jiang Moyuan frowned even deeper and strode away, leaving the few people following him looking at each other.

These people are all clients of the Jiang Group, and they know Jiang Moyuan's temperament quite well.

Mr. Jiang from Shanghai City never showed his emotions or anger. What could make him change his expression?

"Third Master went to discipline a disobedient junior and will be back later." The secretary apologized, "Please take a seat first."

younger generation?

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When I wake up——

Lord: Weak and pathetic with no money

Yinghuang: Weak and pitiful without money

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