Although I calculated that I would not make things difficult for Han Zhenhan and Wanze, my heart was also full of anxiety. It was completely different from seeing Kublai Khan.

If you have no desires, you will be strong. When you see Kublai Khan, you will be in a state of leaving as you say. Although you are leaving as you say you say you want, the only difference is that you have a lot of goods now.

There are no less than tens of thousands of guan. There are thousands of guans of salt. Although the current price of salt is not high, it is still a price of about four guans of one stone.

How could Han Zhenhan bear to abandon the tens of thousands of dollars of property? So Han Zhenhan had to go to this post and invitation even if he didn't go.

In the afternoon, Han Zhenhan and Wanze were sitting in the same carriage, one was stirring the two fingers in the carriage, and the other was looking out the window at the inside, and the other was looking at the crowd inside.

The contrast between the inside and outside the Yuncheng is too obvious. The Wangyue Pavilion in the south of the city is already crowded with Hongman Tower, and you have to be careful of the people behind you when you bend down on the interface.

But the city is extremely deserted, making people feel like they are in two different worlds. Even if you like doing business, you will be happy.

His men may not necessarily like it. His men may not necessarily like the process of buying things with money. They prefer to reach out and kill if they don't give it to...

Like many nobles, I did not live in that small government office. Even if the Pingyang Mansion in Yuncheng was richer, this government office was a little smaller and simpler to the descendants of Genghis Khan of the Golden Family.

Some people may also say that Mongolian barbarians can know what luxury is... Such a question was explained after Han Zhenhan entered the mansion where he lived.

The huge house door is as big as a city gate. The architectural style is mostly Chinese. However, the decorations on the stone pillars and the courtyard actually have Mediterranean-style curtains, with gold threads embroidered in the gauze tent and golden leaves hanging.

Some ancient European style franc decorative bottles are placed under the porch. This house can be said to be a combination of Chinese and Western styles.

Han Zhenhan and his party had only three people, led by a Han man. Han Zhenhan was in the middle, with Princess Wanze on the left and Shunzi on the right. Shunzi was wearing a thick leather jacket, and sweat was covered with sweat on his forehead.

After entering the second entrance to the middle courtyard, the servant who led the way was replaced by a European, wearing clothes that Han Zhenhan had never seen before, and looked very luxurious.

As soon as he walked into the Second Courtyard, Han Zhenhan heard the sound of musical instruments beating and unrestrained laughter. He turned a few turns and finally arrived at an open-air garden.

But the garden has been completely blocked by tents made of silk, and the tents made of silk have nearly a hundred meters of space.

In the tent, there were seven or eight young Fanbian girls, their naked upper bodies were covered with gold jewelry, shaking two snow-white balls of meat set against the gold, and constantly shaking their waists to the rhythm of the music.

The navel is inlaid with colorful gems. Under the looming light, the gold jewelry on the body makes a shaking sound, like the sound of golden rings colliding.

For a moment, Han Zhenhan frowned slightly and looked at Wanze beside him with some confusion.

What I saw was a expressionless face, as if Mongolian nobles should live such a life, and there was nothing strange about it.

Han Zhenhan is not a person who has never seen the world. He has seen this noisy and open scene.

The reason why Han Zhenhan frowned was that he and Wanze came to worship him, and why did he act like this?

Before Han Zhenhan could continue to be confused and guessed, a stiff Chinese accent with a scent of mutton skewers rang in his ears.

"Ah, you must be the bold Han Zhenhan, my friend welcomes you."

When Han Zhenhan saw this man, he was wearing Hanfu but wearing a Mongolian tower hat on his head, with a fierce face, and two beards with beards, but his face was full of smiles and a round, and his figure was not tall. It can be said that it was a bit inappropriate. However, this man made people feel that he was very natural and sincere.

But what he said was very heartbroken, and boldly could be divided into many types. Especially when one was the host and the other was a strange villain.

But after adding friends, this contradictory sentence made Han Zhenhan even more puzzled.

This worship started from seeing Han Zhenhan and coming up, and his eyes were not seen by others around Han Zhenhan.

"Small Min Han Zhenhan, pay homage to the city lord..."

"Ah, don't you be polite, we are relatives now, aren't we..."

As he spoke, he finally looked at Wanze, and this look you know made Wanze's face suddenly feel as hot as boiling water.

"Go to my uncle..."

Han Zhenhan was a little stunned. Han Zhenhan had never seen Wanze perform Han rituals, or Han Zhenhan had never seen Wanze perform Han rituals, but at this moment Wanze pressed his hands together and bowed to him.

"Well, you also know that I am your uncle... those little paintings when you were a child... Oh, just pretend you don't have..."

The words of worship made Han Zhenhan look at Wanze curiously. As a result, Wanze surprised Han Zhenhan again. The strong girl suddenly turned into a little woman. Her eyes looked at her toes, and she didn't make a sound. She sobbed slightly, causing the trembling of her shoulders. Tears slid down on the straight nose and fell on the bluestone ground as if she could hear a sound.

Including this time, Han Zhenhan saw Wanze crying twice. The first time was when he met Kublai Khan not long ago, and this was the second time.

Who knew that when I saw Wanze crying, I felt like I was furious, but the sound was completely different when I opened my mouth.

"Oh, little niece, be careful, don't cry, I didn't say anything to you, I'm angry with you, it's because of you, I didn't come to Yuncheng, we haven't seen you for several years. I miss you, don't."

It turned out that the facial features were crowded together, so he was so anxious that he wrote that way. This made Han Zhenhan laugh and cry.

Wanze was pushed to a sideways and said nothing to Wanze. After hearing what he said, Wanze, who heard him, laughed out loud.

"Young Master Han, or the Lord of Korea. This Yuncheng is my place... You fight and kill here, but I haven't said a word of no word, right?"
Chapter completed!