Chapter 3

Nie Chao was dumbfounded again: "???"
What?
What did he hear?
Adding an ancient word before Ozhou completely changes the meaning.
That was Ozhou from the fourteenth century to the sixteenth century. Because of an ideological and cultural movement, countless famous figures appeared in various fields such as literature, art, and music, and Ozhou has since then turned 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 was just an ordinary sitting posture. He didn't see any clue. Why did he follow the etiquette of the royal family of O Continent?
But Nie Chao would not doubt Fu Yunshen's words.
Because every time he wants to take Fu Yunshen to the bar, this son-in-law will tell him that one of the prerequisites for being a romantic dude is to know astronomy and geography, even if it's just on paper, so that he can capture different types of people. female.
If you can't do that, don't go.
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 of the Ying family who comes from the country?
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.
In 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 running 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.
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.
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 only woke up completely today. After waking up, the 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 at the touch of a touch.
She needs a lot of jade medicinal materials to improve her body and restore her qi and blood.
But she is short of money.
In the past, she had saved a lot of gold in O State. After so many years, the old bank must have collapsed. I wonder if her gold is still there.
Ying Zijin thought for a while 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.
"Little friend, drink this up." Fu Yunshen handed the girl a bowl of longan and red date soup, and saw her take it before nestling in 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 about Ying Luwei's hemophilia, so the ladies and gentlemen also guarded her carefully.
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 twenty 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 completely exhausted when she woke up, and now it has only barely recovered, which shows how weak it is.
"Well, it's good." Fu Yunshen raised his hand, handed the girl a tissue, chuckled softly, and said softly, "She can be selected for the Guinness Book of 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 provided her with delicious food and drink, wasn't it just for the blood?
They have long been used 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. The Seventh Young Master 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 at 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 of the four wealthy families, with appearance, status, and power all in one.
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 speaking, 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 sank.
The thin girl sat on the bamboo chair with her head tilted, she didn't know what happened, her expression was very resistant.
And he also knew the person sitting next to her.
Fu Yunshen.
That dude from the Fu family has a notoriously bad reputation.
After being sent abroad for three years, it seems that he has not made any progress.
For some unknown reason, Jiang Moyuan frowned even deeper, and strode away, leaving the few people behind him looking at each other in blank dismay.
These people are all clients of Jiang's Group, and they understand Jiang Moyuan's temperament.
The third master of Hucheng Jiang never showed his anger, what could make him change his face?
"The third master went to discipline a disobedient junior, and he will come back later." The secretary apologized, "Please take a few seats first."