The Space’s Twelve Zodiac Comes to Farm!

"In the mansion, may I ask you who are...?"

The butler spoke politely to the two at the door.

The clothes of the two are not the clothes of a big man, especially the man in white in front of him, who is full of extravagance and is definitely not an ordinary person.

"I am a friend of Prime Minister Zhang, please let me know and say that a person named Ming Ruofeng is looking for him."

Ming Ruofeng had a gentle smile on his face, and when he spoke, he was also kind, without any air.

"Okay, please sir, please."

The housekeeper made a gesture of invitation and let Ming Ruofeng and the two come in first.

Having been a housekeeper for so long, he still has the power to look.

The bearing of this young man is definitely not an ordinary person, and the housekeeper naturally dare not let them wait at the door.

If Zhang Zhuangyuan were two people in ragged clothes, the housekeeper would not even ask, just ignore them, and even send someone to drive them away!

This is all explained by Mrs. Zhang. After all, Zhang Zhuangyuan was born in a barren small villa, and he also has several poor and poor relatives.

When poor relatives came, most of them gave a few taels of silver. At most, Mrs. Zhang came to talk to them.

In any case, the people of Zhuangyuan Mansion will not let Zhang Zhuangyuan see them.

All this was ordered by Mrs. Zhang, who said that she was afraid of affecting Zhang Zhuangyuan's studies.

This is on the bright side, and only Mrs. Zhang herself knows why.

Ming Ruofeng and the old man Tianji walked into the Zhuangyuan Mansion. The yard was lit up with lights, and a lot of red paper was pasted.

"Prime Minister Zhang is getting married?"

Ming Ruofeng glanced at the red paper that could be seen everywhere, slightly surprised.

Red stickers are usually posted during the Chinese New Year or when there is a happy event at home.

"Young master was promoted to prime minister, and Mrs. Zhang arranged it to make the house lively and lively."

The butler smiled unnaturally.

It is indeed gratifying to Zhang Zhuangyuan to become the prime minister, but it is too flamboyant to be so flamboyant in the mansion.

I don't know, I really thought that Prime Minister Zhang was going to marry a wife!

It's just that Zhang Zhuangyuan never cares about the affairs of the mansion, and rarely comes back. There is only Mrs. Zhang in the mansion. Mrs. Zhang can do whatever she wants, and no one can stop it.

"Also... interesting."

Ming Ruofeng still had a warm smile on his face, and he didn't mean to laugh at all.

"Excuse the two of you to wait a while."

The housekeeper took Ming Ruofeng and the old man Tianji to a living room dedicated to hospitality, and hurriedly went to find Zhang Youen.

"That Zhang Zhuangyuan has no rebelliousness. Although he is weak, he is upright. No matter how you rebel, he will not listen to you."

The old man Tianji sat on a chair, picked up a cup of tea, and drank it freely.

The tea was bitter and had some scum in it, so the old man Tianji frowned subconsciously, and then threw the teacup aside.

Unexpectedly, the rumored champion of the three-year-old was so poor.

"Not necessarily, as long as people have weaknesses." Ming Ruofeng looked at the living room and smiled softly, "Look, he doesn't care about yellow and white things, which just shows that he is more affectionate."

The old man Tianji snorted coldly, his cloudy eyes moved, and he stopped talking.

How much money can love be worth?

In the end, either you will die first, or she will die first.

nothing is forever.

Beauty can never last.

When you die, there is nothing left.

After many years, no one will remember you.

No one will remember what you used to look like, and no one will remember how powerful you were back then.

Unless someone sees your grave, no one will realize, ah, there is a skeleton buried here.

That's all.

Zhang Youen came very quickly. As soon as he heard the name Ming Ruofeng, he put down the book in his hand and came over.

Zhang Youen was dressed in white. He had been studying for many years. He looked a little weak. He was a standard reader with no strength.

If it weren't for the beauty of life, it would make people feel that this person is a little unhealthy, too white and too weak.

"His Royal Highness Prince Ming, this senior, may I ask what you are doing here?"

Zhang Youen is slightly blessed, neither humble nor arrogant.

"Bengong and Prime Minister Zhang are like old friends at first sight. We can't have a good heart-to-heart talk at the banquet, so I came here today to catch up with Prime Minister Zhang."

Ming Ruofeng's face was gentle, and he bent slightly when he spoke, looking to respect Zhang Youen's appearance.

In the identity of Ming Ruofeng, he should not salute anyone, but he did it, and it was easy to make the other party feel good.

"His Royal Highness Prince Ming has misunderstood what?" Zhang Youen raised his eyelids and said lightly, "I have never met or said a few words with His Royal Highness Prince Ming, so how can we talk about the past?"

"Prime Minister Zhang doesn't have to be so outspoken, I'm actually here to send you a good marriage!" Ming Ruofeng looked at Zhang Youen's eyes and carefully observed his expression.

A trace of grief flashed in Zhang You'en's eyes, and then he returned to the calm silence of ancient times.

"I don't care about the word "marriage", His Royal Highness Prince Ming doesn't have to go to great lengths." Zhang Youen made a gesture of invitation with a cold face, "After all, His Royal Highness Prince Ming is the Prince of another country. As the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty, I am afraid that I can't be with His Royal Highness Prince Ming. Friendship, please!"

There was a hint of playfulness on Ming Ruofeng's face, and he glanced at the red paper on the wall of the living room and said, "The Prime Minister's mansion is full of red, and there is only one bride left!"

Zhang Youen still had a cold face, maintaining the posture of asking Ming Ruofeng to go out.

Ming Ruofeng didn't seem to see it, he still sat steadily on the chair, turned his head and asked the old man Tianji, "Senior, can you count as marriage?"

The old man Tianji raised his eyes and glanced at Zhang Youen, his fingers full of folds moved slightly.

"Your Excellency has a bright future, but the marriage line is shallow, I am afraid that it is a lonely fate."

The old man Tianji's old voice sounded, and the hoarse voice made people frown when they heard it. In addition, there seemed to be phlegm in his throat, which made people feel goosebumps all over the floor.

Zhang Youen was not surprised by the fortune-telling of the old man Tianji.

What the hell is this?

This kind of thing, when he went to the capital five years ago, he probably had expected it.

It's just that he has been deceiving himself, thinking that as long as he works hard enough and is good enough, she will definitely come back.

Now, everything seems to be delusional.

"However, there is still room for a turning point in everything." The hoarse voice of the old man Tianji sounded, "There is one place, but it is all regrettable."

"Where?" Zhang Youen asked subconsciously.

Ming Ruofeng noticed that when Zhang Youen asked, at that moment, a light burst out in the silent eyes.

"Wanyou Mountain, where the dragon veins of the world are located, no matter who goes there, they can get everything they want."

The old man's face was slightly longing, and his eyes became a little empty.

It was where he dreamed of going.

It's just that you still need the key, otherwise you will be lost if you go.

"Dragon vein?" Zhang Youen's face was slightly stunned, but then relieved and sneered, "It's just a dead thing, how can you calm down your regrets?"

Dragon veins are nothing but feng shui, Zhang Youen does not believe that feng shui can change fate.

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