"However, this great master has made a bad start!" Zhu Jinghong sighed in a low voice.

Before Zhu Shenzhuo, the throne of the Ming Dynasty was inherited sequentially, and everything seemed orderly.

However, only seventeen years after Zhu Shenzhuo's death, the Ming Dynasty experienced the "Donghuamen Incident".

The current emperor used the excuse of being a traitor to the Qing Dynasty. He led his troops to kill his brother and force his father. Finally, he was named the prince and inherited the throne. It has been ten years now.

“Ten years of orthodoxy, it’s really ironic!”

This is called making up for what is missing, and no serious person would give an "orthodox" reign name.

While Zhu Jinghong was muttering in his heart, Lu Yuxin had already finished his introduction and was waiting for the man in front of him to ask questions.

"Xue's family is in Yingtian. I heard that his family has a daughter who is very beautiful and touching?"

Zhu Jinghong asked casually, but Lu Yuxin was confused by how he knew about the family's inner house.

"Thirteenth Master, this... I really don't know!" Lu Yuxin looked bitter.

Zhu Jinghong smiled, but didn’t ask any more questions.

Now that we have traveled through time and entered the Red Mansion, we will have to see the so-called Twelve Beauties of Jinling in the future.

As they walked, they arrived at the traffic jam ahead. The noisy parties had stopped, and they were now calm and reasonable.

Seeing that the two sides could no longer fight, the people who had planned to watch the excitement all went about their own business.

In the prosperous Tianfu City, there are countless disputes like this every day, which is really not unusual.

After walking for a while amid the noise of people, he suddenly heard the shout of "Zongzi" coming from the front, and Zhu Jinghong couldn't help but walk towards the stall.

This is a very ordinary food stall on the street corner. The stall owners are a couple over fifty, and they are busy at the moment.

The stall only had eight tables, but five tables were already occupied at this time, which shows that its business is booming.

The hardware facilities are worse than those of regular wine shops, but there is still such a business. It is obvious that the stall owner's food is affordable and tastes good.

"Today is the Dragon Boat Festival, let's eat some rice dumplings to pad our stomachs!"

Hearing this, Lu Yuxin looked embarrassed: "Thirteenth Master, the food outside is not clean, let's eat somewhere else!"

Lu Yuxin was really scared. He never thought that there would be so many tricks in bringing this man out.

You know, this man recovered from a serious illness just a few days ago. Now if he gets a bad stomach after eating out, how can they afford it?

Although he could see that Zhu Jinghong and his party were not simple, the stall owner still couldn't help but defended: "Sir, my business is small but clean. No one in the neighborhood knows about it. Don't taint others' innocence!"

Seeing that the old man couldn't control his temper, the stall owner's wife tugged at his sleeves and said with a smile: "You talk a lot all day long. How can we entertain him here, given his status as a young master?"

Zhu Jinghong smiled, went straight to a table and sat down, and said casually: "Young master, you are just someone who wants to eat and drink. Put some of your rice dumplings on the table and two bowls of mung bean porridge!"

The stall owner and his wife were surprised that this young man wanted to eat here. This was the first time in more than ten years of running the stall.

A child from a wealthy family, if he is not a noble person, why would he settle down in a "lowly" place like theirs?

"Why, you don't want to do my business?"

The old man who owned the stall rubbed his hands and said with a cautious expression: "Young Master's favor is a blessing for young people. It's just that the shop is simple, so I'm afraid I'm neglecting you!"

"Just fuck you, no need to say anything!" After saying this, Zhu Jinghong really felt a little hungry.

He has a strong body and needs a lot of food every day, so he gets hungry easily.

"Yes!"

Seeing that Zhu Jinghong really wanted to eat here, Lu Yuxin and others had no choice but to find a place nearby to sit down and surround Zhu Jinghong to protect him.

The stall owner moved quickly and quickly brought out the rice dumplings and mung bean porridge, and then stepped back carefully.

Lu Yuxin hurriedly stepped forward, picked up a rice dumpling, peeled off the leaves, and handed it to Zhu Jinghong.

"Master Thirteen, please!"

Taking the rice dumplings with a smile, Zhu Jinghong said with a smile: "Don't be nervous, I'm not that squeamish!"

The rice dumplings are fragrant, soft, glutinous and sweet after one bite, but the rest is nothing special.

Zhu Jinghong was eating slowly when he heard shouting from the front, accompanied by the roar of the crowd.

When Zhu Jinghong was curious, there was a man covering his head and hurried to the rice dumpling stall.

"Zhang Gou'er, what are you covering your head for?" The stall owner knew this person, so he took the initiative to ask.

"Forget it, I'm so unlucky to be beaten by an evil slave!"

"Why did I hit you for no reason?" The stall owner became even more curious.

Not only him, but all the diners present were also curious, and everyone listened with their ears pricked up.

"The two young masters in front were fighting over a girl. At this time, they led their slaves to fight. I was watching the excitement from the sidelines, and I accidentally got squeezed in, and then..."

At the end of the sentence, Zhang Gouer just sighed, and most of the diners around him offered words of comfort.

"Remember who your enemy is? If you become prosperous in the future, you will have to get back to where you are today!"

Zhang Gou'er found a corner and sat down. He first greeted the stall owner and prepared food, and then laughed at himself: "I am ten thousand times richer, but I can't afford to offend the Xue family of Jinling!"

"That Xue family?" asked someone with good intentions.

"Of course it's the Xue family in a good year with heavy snowfall. Is it possible that we can still find the second one?"

The Xue family fought for the girl and even started fighting... Even though Zhu Jinghong was not familiar with the plot of Red Mansions, he still recalled what happened at this moment.

"Yuxin, check out, let's take a look!"

When Leng Buding heard Zhu Jinghong say this, Lu Yuxin asked in confusion: "Master Thirteen, where are we going?"

Standing up, Zhu Jinghong said in a deep voice: "Of course, go wherever the excitement is!"

Without giving Lu Yuxin a chance to ask more questions, Zhu Jinghong walked out directly, forcing Lu Yuxin to throw down the broken coins and follow.

"Sir, there are many, many..."

Seeing Zhu Jinghong and his entourage leaving without looking back, Zhang Gouer couldn't help but laugh and said: "Old man Chen, what's wrong with having more money? I'm not a man who is short of money!"

Seeing Zhu Jinghong and his entourage disappear into the crowd, Old Man Chen said in a low voice: "If a businessman wants to be honest, he should do as much as he wants!"

Holding the silver in his hand, Old Man Chen reluctantly put it into his arms, and then went to clear Zhu Jinghong's table.

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Besides, Zhu Jinghong and the others only walked forward for more than fifty meters and arrived at the foot of Chu Archway. At this moment, people were already gathering around them.

Under the archway, a dozen servants of the Xue family held sticks to isolate the spectators from outside, leaving a circular open space ten meters in diameter in the middle.

In the middle of the open space, a young man in brocade robes surrounded by several slaves was looking at the people lying on the ground with a smile.

This young man can't hide his arrogance. He is the current head of Jinling's Xue family...Xue Pan.

He slowly squatted down and said to the young man in front of him who had a bloody head and a bloody head: "What, do you know who your Uncle Xue is?"

Lying on the ground is naturally the unlucky man Feng Yuan.

He came to take the girl home with joy and planned to live a good life from now on, but he didn't know that he would get into such big trouble today.

From the initial argumentative argument, to the exchange of fists and kicks, and now to the fact that several people in his group were bruised and bruised, Feng Yuan was really scared at this moment.

The man in front of him was the uncle of the Xue family in Jinling. How could he afford to offend a mere rural family?

But even if he wanted to give in, the severe pain in his body at this moment made it difficult for him to speak, and his throat was surging, but he couldn't speak fully.

"You bastard are deaf, and my uncle is asking you questions!"

The Xue family servant scolded and then kicked Feng Yuan, causing him to scream in pain.

"Forget it, uncle, I got a beauty today, and I don't want to argue with her!"

Hearing this, everyone around them just took it as such, but Xue Pan then said: "Come here, bring a stick!"

The people were greatly surprised when they saw Xue Pan approaching Feng Yuan with a stick.

"As long as you get a slap from Uncle Xue and let me calm down, we can forget about this!"

Upon hearing this, the crowd suddenly became commotion.

Feng Yuan was already dying. If he got hit with a stick again, he might even lose his life.

At this moment, Feng Yuan on the ground really wanted to escape, but let alone get up, he couldn't even open his mouth to beg for mercy.

Just when Feng Yuan thought that he would die today, he heard a voice from the crowd.
Chapter completed!