Nie Chao was once again dumbfounded. "???"
What？
What did he just hear?
Adding the word "ancient" in front of Continent O completely changed the meaning.
That was Continent O from the fourteenth to the sixteenth century. Because of an ideological and cultural movement, countless famous people appeared in literature, art, music, and other fields. Since then, Continent O had gone from decline to prosperity.
There were many royal families in Continent O, but most of them no longer existed. To this day, there were only ten royal families led by Country Y, and each royal family had a different etiquette.
It was just an ordinary sitting posture, and he didn't see anything special about it. How could it follow the etiquette of Continent O's royal family?
However, Nie Chao didn't doubt Fu Yunshen's words.
Because this young master had told him that in order to be a successful playboy, the prerequisite was to know everything from heaven to earth.
Nie Chao felt that there was something wrong with this statement, but he couldn't figure it out, so he could only humbly accept it.
It wasn't surprising that the number one playboy in Hucheng knew the etiquette of Continent O's royal family. But Family Ying, this little girl from the countryside?
Ying Zijin opened her eyes, but her expression didn't change.
She changed her sitting posture and supported her chin with her hand. She was extremely lazy. "I've read the corresponding books."
Fu Yunshen leaned back and smiled. "This hobby is different from other children."
Ying Zijin didn't respond.
In ten minutes, all the dishes were prepared.
There were no separate rooms in the Han Pavilion. Each table was separated by a green curtain. There were incense burners placed by the table, and different incense was placed according to the guests' preferences.
There was a small stone bridge and flowing water on the side, giving off an ancient feel.
Ying Zijin tilted her head, and her eyes flickered.
Osmanthus, rosemary, agarwood, lavender, sandalwood … These were all calming herbs, and they were obviously specially prepared.
In just a short while, she felt much better.
Ying Zijin lowered her eyes.
The first time she came to Earth was in the middle of the fifteenth century.
She didn't expect to come to Earth again. After all, she was supposed to die, and it wasn't easy for her to come back to life.
Because her injuries were so severe that her soul was completely shattered, her consciousness had been in a deep slumber for nearly seventeen years. She had only completely awakened today, and when she woke up, her situation was somewhat miserable.
The long period of anemia had caused this body to become extremely weak. It could even be said that it was riddled with holes and would shatter at the slightest touch.
She needed a large amount of jade stones and herbs to improve her body and restore her Qi and blood.
But she lacked money.
In the past, she had saved a lot of gold in Continent O. After so many years, the bank should have closed down by now. She wondered if her gold was still there.
Ying Zijin thought for a moment and asked, "Are there any interesting places in Hucheng?"
"That's a lot." Nie Chao was drunk and burped. "You've been here for so long, haven't you gone out to play?"
"A living blood bank shouldn't have such a thing as freedom."
Nie Chao choked again.
"Little friend, drink this." Fu Yunshen handed the girl a bowl of longan and red dates soup. After seeing her take it, he nestled in the bamboo chair. "In the past year, how many times has Ying Luwei been injured?"
Nie Chao was stunned for a moment and calculated. "If it's just being hospitalized, it's no less than ten times."
As soon as he said this number, even he was shocked.
Everyone in Hucheng knew that Ying Luwei had hemophilia, so all the socialites and young masters were very careful to protect her.
She was also Jiang Moyuan's fiancée. She was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, and was loved by all the elders of the four noble families.
They didn't even dare to touch her, so how could she have been injured so many times?
Nie Chao probed, "Boss, don't tell me you've also given her so many blood transfusions …"
The words were at the tip of his tongue, but he didn't continue.
Who could withstand more than ten blood transfusions?
Ying Zijin slowly finished the longan and red dates soup. She narrowed her eyes, but didn't care. "It's more than that."
The vitality of this body had been exhausted when she woke up. Now, it had barely recovered, so it was obvious how weak she was.
"Mm, not bad." Fu Yunshen raised his hand and handed the girl a tissue. He chuckled softly and said in a gentle voice, "She can enter the Guinness World Records."
Nie Chao broke out in a cold sweat again.
He and Fu Yunshen had known each other since they were young, so he knew his temperament well.
Once this young master spoke in such a gentle tone, it proved that he was really angry.
But so what?
Wasn't the Family Ying taking in an adopted daughter and providing her with good food and drinks all for the sake of blood?
They had long been used to the darkness of the noble families. There were even dirtier things than this.
Nie Chao sighed and called the waiter over. He fawned over her. "Boss, eat more. Seventh Young Master is right. You have to replenish your blood."
Ying Zijin looked at the plate that she had finally finished and filled with pig liver. "…"
**
At this moment, the carved wooden door of the Han Pavilion opened again.
Footsteps sounded, and a group of people walked in.
The leader was a man with a tall and handsome figure. His legs were slender and strong under his black suit pants.
His face was cold, and his eyes were cold. He exuded a kind of alienated nobility, but also had the fatal charm of a mature man.
Even the waiter of the Han Pavilion couldn't help but be slightly respectful when he saw the newcomer.
There was no one in Hu City who would not recognize this face.
The third master of the Jiang family, Jiang Moyuan.
The first heir of the four noble families, the combination of looks, status, and power.
The man that all the socialites in Hu City wanted to marry.
The manager stepped forward and said respectfully, "Mr. Jiang, your reservation is here. Please follow me."
Jiang Moyuan nodded and walked in.
But at this moment, the secretary behind him suddenly stepped forward and said in a low voice, "Third Master."
With that, he pointed in a direction.
Jiang Moyuan frowned, but still turned his head and looked in the direction the secretary was pointing. His eyes suddenly darkened.
A thin girl was sitting on a bamboo chair with her head tilted. He didn't know what was going on, but she looked very resistant.
He also recognized the person sitting beside her.
Fu Yunshen.
That playboy from the Fu family had a terrible reputation.
He had been sent overseas for three years, but he didn't seem to have improved at all.
Jiang Moyuan's frown deepened as if he had thought of something. He strode away, leaving the few people behind him looking at each other in dismay.
These people were all clients of the Jiang Corporation and understood Jiang Moyuan's personality.
Hucheng's Third Master Jiang was someone who never showed his emotions. What could make his expression change?
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