These things cost a few dozen taels of silver.

The Cao family doesn't have anything, it's really unlikely that this thing is rare, not to mention that it's not my sister's fault, and it's just an excuse to visit the eldest son of Cao.

"It looks good on the outside, so take it!" Jun Zilin watched Fluttershy hold the two large gift boxes, and felt distressed for a moment, so she asked the second brother to find a strong official and go with him.

When Cao Fu heard that Lord Zheng was coming, he immediately went to report it.

When Master Cao heard about this, he was particularly disgusted by Lord Zheng, especially Miss Jun's actions.

With a wave of his hand, he asked his men to drive them out.

The so-called people don't fight with the officials, but they are not ordinary people, where can they be bullied like this, almost making him Cao Rusen cut off his children and grandchildren!

The housekeeper of Gongsun suggested that he should consult the eldest prince on this matter and see what he meant.

"Well, anyway, the old man doesn't see them. Just ask Yi'er about this! Cao Rusen threw up his sleeves and left, out of sight.

And after Cao Pengyi heard this, like his father, he refused to let the small mansion surnamed Jun on the spot.

"Eldest Prince, Miss Jun is here, although she is called to visit, it may be related to Ruan Yu'er's case, so it is best to let them in."

Not listening to the words of the housekeeper Gongsun, Cao Pengyi glared back angrily: "Ruan Yu'er's death has nothing to do with this eldest prince, could it be that I still want to find a murderer for that dead slut?" What a hell! ”

"If you want peace, it's best to find the real murderer. In this way, the Cao family will also be at peace, and the people outside will not chew the root of their tongues, thinking that it is the eldest prince who has done it to Ruan Yu'er. What's more, people died in the Cao family. ”

Gongsun Butler spoke, and finally said that Cao Pengyi was moved, and then the Zheng brothers and sisters were let into the house.

Jun Zilin and the others waited outside for most of the day before they were able to enter the mansion, and this Ma Wei was also big enough.

However, for the sake of Cao Pengyi's half-dead illness, Jun Zilin felt that it could be leveled.

Entering the courtyard of the eldest prince of Cao is like entering a huge garden overflowing with luxury. There are endless pavilions here. On the stage, Yilan, looking at the beautiful shadow everywhere from afar.

The large windows of the wide house have carved beams from the eaves. Everywhere I passed, I only saw ** water features, flowers that do not wither in all seasons.

It's a little bigger than the house outside.

The Zheng brothers and sisters stopped here, only to feel confused and confused, and they didn't know where to go, where was the residence of the eldest prince Cao.

"Both, please follow the old man here." The cold tone of the Gongsun steward that did not fluctuate sounded.

Zheng Puxi nodded, "Excuse me." ”

There is no one to lead the way, this kind of place, even if they go for a day, they will not be able to find the real destination.

At that moment, the two of them followed the Gongsun housekeeper on a slightly open goose stone road. With the slightly moist green moss under your feet, it seems that even the air is damp.

Stout plane trees are planted on both sides of the road, and the broad green leaves thickly cover the ground and bring the cool breeze through the cracks in the trees.

As soon as the wide green in front of me turned, there was a row of locust trees, as if dancing their branches to welcome visitors, and the green leaves were swaying with the wind, which looked very beautiful.

Unexpectedly, this is where Cao Pengyi lives.

When Jun Zilin saw these greenery, she felt that the owner of this house should be a talented man with a poetic belly. It's a pity that Cao Pengyi's violent personality, full of copper smell and stinky personality, is really not worthy of this house.

Without waiting for the thoughts to end, the cobblestone road in front of me was over. Replaced with a clean ground paved with green bricks, walking up the tiger and tiger, the ears heard the faint sound of the stream, looking in a blink of an eye, but saw the front to the embankment, but saw the weeping willows swaying with the wind, as if the beauty sprinkled with a long green silk, washing by the river.

After a while, you can clearly see a row of green bamboos, and with the wind blowing, the bamboo leaves are swishing.

Accompanied by a row of thatched huts behind the bamboo forest.

That feeling, as if you have just just entered the farmhouse from the bustling world, is a different mood and taste!

Especially the trickle that passes through the thatched hut, it is crystal clear, quiet and clear, especially in summer, it is even more lovely, and I can't help but step forward to play with this stream.

Jun Zilin sighed secretly, when she came here, she really didn't want to go home.

I feel that the construction is more extravagant than the palace, and it is more grand.

And in such a place, no one else lives, only a great prince Cao. He alone has such an environment.

The inexplicable Jun Zilin was a little jealous of him, such wealth, such character. Is there a word called: for the rich and unkind?

Zheng Puxi, who was next to him, was also looking at such a landscape, and he was also envious in his heart. What about being an official, you still can't afford to live in such a house.

Alas, it's better to be rich.

After thinking about it, he hurriedly abandoned this kind of thinking and hurriedly returned to his senses.

"Two, walk along this corridor until the end is the residence of the eldest prince."

Butler Gongsun said, leading the way.

In fact, there are other ways to the residence of the eldest prince.

It's just that they came on foot, so there's really no need to choose that big road.

Cao Pengyi was covered in cloth, and the skin on his body was not good. And he thought that he was naturally suave, and that he would definitely not be able to see people like this, so he ordered the doctor to heal the skin on his body until there was no blemish.

So there were as many as thirty or forty people in charge of all kinds of food in the house, as well as the little maids who were responsible for supporting the eldest son, rubbing medicine, arranging clothes, and folding couches.

Although there are many people, it does not seem crowded because of the large number of rooms. Moreover, Cao Dagongzi has always been strict, and no one dares to make the slightest noise in the house.

When Jun Zilin and the others came in, they found that the display in this room was simple and low-key, but it was full of luxury.

In addition to the fact that the tables and chairs are made of golden silk nanmu, when I look up at the entrance, a painting hanging on the wall also reveals a thick sense of age.

It was a "picture of distant mountains".

But see the overlapping mountains in the painting, like waves and in the distance.

At first glance, it looks like you are in the middle of a mountain, with a unique composition and craftsmanship.

I took two steps forward, but I felt that the cascading boulders in the painting seemed to be beside me, layer upon layer, and I was in the middle of the mist; Looking up again, I only feel that the mountain is dangerous and dangerous, abrupt and innocent, accompanied by the stone blue sky, stretching farther mountains, and it is more in response to the sentence: there are mountains outside the mountain.

The end of the mountain is hidden in a piece of smoke, and in the mountains and mountains, there is a narrow mountain road, dotted among them, and there is a sense of immersion.

There are many trees in the mountains, which makes Jun Zilin think of the various woods and streams when she came, and they are even more in harmony with the painting in front of her. It is as if the garden in this painting is the real situation in which you live.

The babbling streams and all kinds of trees are all visible.

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