Houfu Jiaojiao is so cool after her rebirth

Chapter 149

"Zhe'er, don't talk nonsense and be rude." Tan Jingyao hurriedly stopped Yan Ce with a wink.

An Bo hurriedly said to An Guogong Zheng Fengsheng: "Master, the time for offering incense is almost here, let's go in."

As soon as he stepped into the threshold of the temple, a monk with ring scars on his head greeted him, put his palms together, chanted the Buddha's name, raised his hand and said solemnly, "Welcome Duke An."

Zheng Fengsheng said, "I'm late."

The monk hurriedly said, "Not too late. Please."

Tan Jingyao and Yan Ce followed closely behind.

The monk invited Zheng Fengsheng and Tan Jingyao into the main hall, and said: "Please, please put incense on you two."

Soon, a little novice came to the two with three sticks of incense in each hand, and handed the three sticks of incense to Zheng Fengsheng and Tan Jingyao respectively.

Holding the incense, the two bowed three times to the Bodhisattva in a dignified manner, and then rushed forward to grab the first stick of incense. Tan Jingyao was just about to insert it into the incense burner, but Zheng Fengcheng unceremoniously blocked it Hand, Yan Ce took the opportunity to insert the incense in his hand immediately with sharp eyesight and quick hands.

Zheng Fengcheng was dumbfounded, and his seven orifices smoked with anger.

But Yan Ce said disapprovingly: "Haha, I've made a fortune now. I've got all the incense sticks, why don't you get lucky today?"

Seeing this, Amber scolded, "Second Young Master Tan, what do you mean?"

Yan Ce immediately hissed, and said: "Your master deliberately pushed my father's hand away, what does it mean?"

Amber said furiously: "You are disrespecting my master by doing this!"

Yan Ce said: "The situation is like this, I admire those who are rich and have good taste, and I respect those who have good taste but no money, but I really despise those who are rich but have no good taste."

Having said that, he walked up to Zheng Fengcheng and said, "Mr. An, what kind do you think you are?"

Zheng Fengsheng hadn't answered yet, at this moment, Jian Chong ran over and asked, "Master, what about people who have no money and no quality?"

Yan Ce said: "Just like you, step on it hard." As he spoke, he suddenly stepped on his foot hard.

"Ah!" Jian Chong bared his teeth in pain.

At this time in Anguo Gongfu, Zheng Yirong was learning to practice calligraphy and painting.

Her thoughts drifted back to the scene when she was a child.

"I won, I won." Tan Zhenzhe, who was only about seven years old, put down Zheng Yirong on his back and cheered happily.

"Zhenzhe, it's really you." Another child, Feng Yanchen, raised his thumb and praised.

Tan Zhenzhe said triumphantly: "Today I am No.1, since you are willing to gamble and admit defeat, then call me King."

Zheng Zhuoyun said unconvinced: "My sister is small, so it's easy for you to run away. Next time, I will definitely win against you."

Feng Yanchen looked at Zheng Yirong, and jokingly said: "Yirong, take this sweater back, and treat it as a token of love from Zhenzhe."

Zheng Yirong said shyly, "What are you talking about?"

Feng Yanchen said eloquently: "Carry the bride, if Zhenzhe carried you, then you will be his bride. When Zhenzhe grows up, he will definitely marry you."

After hearing this, everyone covered their mouths and laughed and ran away.

When Zheng Yirong recalled this incident, a bright smile could not help but appear on the corner of his mouth.

On the other side, in Jishi Hall.

Yan Ce did some calculations, and said, "Wow, this month's income has dropped so much. Could it be that everyone bought windmills, which is auspicious?"

Jian Chong said: "Master, the price of the medicine you prescribed is so expensive, you drove away all the customers."

Yan Ce said, "Didn't I say that I want to rob the rich and help the poor, otherwise how can I help them?"

Just as he was speaking, the casual middle-aged man he met at the gate of the temple ran over.

Yan Ce saw it from a distance, and told Jian Chong: "It's really here, go in quickly."

The middle-aged man ran up to Yan Ce, bowed respectfully, and said, "Second Young Master, hello, I really don't want to see my mother-in-law suffer, I'm afraid she won't be able to bear children. I will definitely have money in the future. will repay you."

Yan Ce pointed to the stool and said, "Please sit down."

The middle-aged man sat down as he said, and thanked him repeatedly.

Yan Ce said: "Let me tell you, first, I want to make my father happy, and second, I don't want your child to be like me without a mother after birth, so my father asked me to prepare an anti-fetal medicine for you, and I have already prepared it." Thirty sachets are ready, take one sachet a day, there is only more and no less, I think my sister-in-law will definitely give birth this month. Besides, this is not what my father asked me to give you, but I gave it to you myself. Ganoderma lucidum. Ganoderma lucidum, It’s very expensive. If it were someone else, I’d ask for a lot of money.”

The middle-aged man bowed again and again: "Oh, thank you, Second Young Master, I will definitely repay you in the future. Thank you, thank you!"

Yan Ce said: "Okay, okay, it's Ganoderma lucidum. It's not like I'm giving you my life, go back and take care of my sister-in-law."

Seeing him leave, Yan Ce couldn't help but sigh: "In the future, don't be as poor as him, or it will be miserable."

Jianchong comforted him: "Young master, you opened a medicine store yourself, the master ran a lantern shop, and your ancestors still have a large family fortune. No matter what happens, you will not be poor. When will it be your turn?"

Yan Ce turned his head and said, "So, people must not be too poor, otherwise they will lose their dignity."

"But there are those who have money but no dignity again."

After Jian Chong finished speaking, he pouted angrily at the door.

Yan Ce looked over and saw a soft sedan chair parked under the big camphor tree.

He sighed, walked over immediately, and asked through the door curtain of the sedan chair, "Yi Rong, why are you here again?"

Zheng Yirong, who was sitting in the sedan chair, greeted softly, "Second Young Master Tan."

Yan Ce asked with concern: "Are those plasters still effective?"

Zheng Yirong said: "There is still a little bit."

Hearing this, Yan Ce slipped in from under the curtain and said, "Come on, let me have a look."

Zheng Yirong hastily grabbed the curtain, covered her face, and said, "No."

Yan Ce said: "Look, come on, be obedient, be good. There is no one."

After coaxing him, he gently opened the curtain, revealing Zheng Yirong's figure.

Zheng Yirong lifted her chin, and said coquettishly, "Second Young Master Tan, why are you teasing my father?"

Yan Ce looked at her without blinking, and said, "Who told your father to ridicule me?"

Zheng Yirong said: "Oh, just let him say what he says. Everyone knows my father's bad temper. You just let him. Don't make him angry anymore, okay?"

Yan Ce said: "Okay, your father's temper is really stinky, by the way, Yi Rong, the birthmark on your face seems to have faded a lot."

Zheng Yirong smiled in surprise when she heard the words: "Ah? Really?"

Yan Ce poked her forehead and joked, "Yes, but Zhong Wuyan is still the one."

After hearing this, Zheng Yirong turned her head away and snorted.

Yan Ce hurriedly coaxed her: "You are beautiful, you are as beautiful as a fairy. Listen to me, beauty is not based on the face, but on the inside, on your heart.

(End of this chapter)