At this time, Jiang Zhiyu looked playful, completely different from the little quail just now.

Zhao Hao chuckled, jumped into the room, found a chair and sat down casually, not treating himself as an outsider at all.

He felt it for a while, but there was no sense locking him, and then he lowered his voice and asked: "Can you trust that nanny just now?"

He had been outside the window just now, so he naturally heard the conversation between Aunt Wu and Jiang Zhiyu, and could feel the warmth between the two. However, Jiang Zhiyu was still wary of her, otherwise he would not have been able to behave so quietly.

Jiang Zhiyu rolled her eyes at him: "At least I'm more trustworthy than you! On the first day of our engagement, he made a bold statement about visiting a brothel. Mr. Zhao is really unruly! What? You found out that the brothel was closed, and you thought of me as your fiancée?"

Zhao Hao was a little embarrassed.

Although his relationship with Jiang Zhiyu was still far from the level of a lover, after the "dream" incident and the pure white star, he at least regarded Jiang Zhiyu as someone he could trust.

Two people who hide in hiding are destined to live together in the future.

This relationship is very subtle.

Even though I'm not married yet, I always feel like I'm in front of a minotaur when I visit a brothel blatantly.

Just pretend to be a dandy...

It also seemed like a forced performance, because in that dream, she should have a certain understanding of herself.

Zhao Hao spread his hands: "If I say that I visit brothels to work on my career, do you believe it?"

Jiang Zhiyu rolled her eyes at Zhao Hao and said with disdain: "You are the grandson of the majestic Duke of the Kingdom, but you are quite the turtle!"

"Aren't you trying to kill me?"

Zhao Hao sneered: "How can I be satisfied with being a little turtle? My goal is to be the leader of all the turtles in Kyoto, so that all the girls in Kyoto can make money for me!"

Jiang Zhiyu: "..."

She was so stunned that she didn't understand why Zhao Hao had such "ambition".

But she quickly came to her senses, looked Zhao Hao up and down, and asked with a smile: "Is it just making money?"

Zhao Hao glanced at her and asked, "What else?"

Jiang Zhiyu snorted: "If you are just doing it to make money, then I will not agree to it!"

Zhao Hao snorted: "I'm not here to ask for your consent?"

Jiang Zhiyu didn't give in at all: "The thing that makes Mr. Zhao take time out of his busy schedule to come to my Zhongcui Palace, couldn't it be love?"

Zhao Hao: "..."

He looked Jiang Zhiyu up and down and found that she was looking at him with a smile, a little cunning in her beautiful eyes.

This girl, who is soft and weak in front of others, is so aggressive in front of herself, and she is also a little smart.

As long as she grasps her purpose of entering Zhongcui Palace, she will be invincible.

Seeing that Zhao Hao didn't answer, Jiang Zhiyu smiled and shook her head: "Master Zhao, aren't you tired of living like this? Even when facing his fiancée, he is always on guard. Is it possible that when we sleep together in the future, you will have to sleep with your back to me?"

"Woman! You are playing with fire!"

"Master Zhao has been hanging out in brothels since he was a child. He should have a lot of experience in putting out fires, right?"

After that, he winked at Zhao Hao. His beautiful peach blossom eyes made Zhao Hao's heart beat faster.

Jujube cake!

This is what a myocardial infarction feels like.

Zhao Hao felt that this kind of heartbeat was a little abnormal, and he didn't want to have a normal physiological or psychological reaction, but he felt inexplicably over it.

He opened his mouth and finally said: "Maybe it has some other purposes!"

Jiang Zhiyu stared into Zhao Hao's eyes, with deep meaning in his eyes: "Is this purpose to make you live happily, or... to survive?"

After all, I still can’t hide it!

Zhao Hao sighed in his heart, this little girl witnessed her father killing her mother when she was a child.

Anyone can think that Jiang Zheng is a good and affectionate emperor, but she doesn't.

Coupled with the performance in her dream, it was enough for her to conclude that the two people were "the same kind".

Zhao Hao closed his eyes and looked at the still pure milky white star. A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He still did not answer directly, but said meaningfully: "I am the only seedling in Zhenguo Mansion. There are only two people in the capital."

A little old man, I can bully anyone I don't like, who can make my life unhappy?"

Since it's not about living happily, then...

After hearing this answer, Jiang Zhiyu nodded with satisfaction.

He didn't ask any more questions, but said with a smile: "So, Mr. Zhao came to me to ask for something?"

Zhao Hao said bluntly: "Yes! I'm here to borrow money!"

Jiang Zhiyu rolled her eyes at him: "I heard that Mr. Zhao won a lot of money by borrowing my name from gambling! Why do you still want to borrow it?"

"Not much, only 40,000 gold!"

Zhao Hao shook his legs and said with a smile: "But I am marrying a wife for the first time in my life, so I can't wrong you. Part of the 40,000 gold is to prepare for the wedding, and the other part is a betrothal gift for you. I am a child."

I can’t bear to move!”

Jiang Zhiyu obviously didn't believe it: "So you borrow money from me just to not give me the money? How can there be such a strange reason in the world?"

"Are you stupid?"

Zhao Hao made nonsense: "If I use the 40,000 gold, the amount I will give you will be less. But if I borrow from you, I will pay you back. It is still your money, right? I

Isn’t it for your own good?”

Jiang Zhiyu covered her mouth and chuckled: "Your strong words are really sincere. No wonder those brothel girls are willing to take nothing from you when they commit themselves to you..."

Damn it!

I'm talking about getting married to you, and you're talking about visiting a brothel!

"Can't you afford it? Do you want a divorce?"

"It's not impossible to lend you money, but you have to let me know where the money is spent."

Zhao Hao looked at her sly smile and knew that he would not be able to borrow the money unless he showed some sincerity. After being silent for a while, he told some of his plans about the troupe.

"Can a mere theater troupe really achieve such an effect?"

Jiang Zhiyu was a little surprised.

Zhao Hao smiled: "Relying on the troupe alone is certainly not enough, but I have other means to support it. It should be 100% sure, so I must win Xinyue Tea House."

"I see!"

Jiang Zhiyu nodded, stood up directly, and took out a box from the cabinet.

He opened the lid and asked, "Do you think these are enough?"

Zhao Hao looked at the standard gold bars stuffed tightly inside and fell into silence.

This gold bar is a standard one hundred gold, and will only be used for extremely large transactions, such as the settlement for Wolong and Phoenix at the end of the last gambling game.

This box seems to contain at least thirty gold bars.

Three thousand gold!

Unexpectedly, my fiancée turned out to be a real little rich woman.

"It seems that is enough!"

Jiang Zhiyu looked at him with a smile: "But if you want it, there must be a condition! As long as you can meet it, you can take it with the gold bars and the box!"

Zhao Hao wiped the sweat from his palms: "Say it!"

Jiang Zhiyu smiled and narrowed her eyes: "As for that female consort, please sing a few lines for me, otherwise how do I know it will be popular?"

Zhao Hao: "..."

Jiang Zhiyu actually started to act coquettishly: "Sing a few lines!"

Zhao Hao had a stern look on his face: "Scholars can be killed, but not humiliated! How can I, a man of seven feet, sing such a thing?"

Jiang Zhiyu: "Oh..."

…

A quarter of an hour later.

Zhao Hao hugged the box and jumped out of the window with a face full of shame and anger.

When Lao Yang saw him, he quickly complimented: "Hey! Master, you sing really energetically!"

Zhao Hao was expressionless: "Describe it to me, how exciting is it?"

Lao Yang said excitedly: "If the girls in the brothel can learn your singing style, even if they don't look good, they can become oirans!"

Zhao Hao chuckled: "Tell me, if the old man knew that you brought me to Zhongcui Palace again, how many more ribs would he break?"

Lao Yang panicked: "Master, listen to me..."

Zhao Hao patted him on the shoulder and said earnestly: "Preaching is useless. Broken bones are the best textbooks!"

…

I recommended that small speaker to the old author, it’s gone.
Chapter completed!