Feng Yuanchen laughed silently: "Zhiyao, if I hadn't been with you since I was a child, I would have believed what you said. Unfortunately, I have known you since you were born. I can't be familiar with what your personality is."

"Then you still ask." Sheng Zhiyao looked willing to go out, "Anyway, no matter what, you have to lend me three thousand taels, otherwise you will miss an opportunity to become a millionaire."

"Millionaire? What's the matter?" Feng Yuanchen looked confused.

Seeing this, Sheng Zhiyao became even more depressed. Why is this guy so stupid?

"Oh, you're the rich, do you understand?" she reminded patiently.

Feng Yuanchen was slightly stunned and then smiled softly: "You said this very vividly, and I almost didn't understand. Why do you want 3,000 taels to do? Are you planning to buy the raw stone?"

"How do you know?" Sheng Zhiyao opened her eyes wide in surprise. She had never told him!

"Why wouldn't I know just your little thoughts?" Feng Yuanchen smiled and said, "No need to go to Lianglefang. The original stone shopkeeper Qiu will buy it and handle the procedures. You can just send Hongxue to get it. As for the later you want to sell it, you can hand it over to shopkeeper Qiu."

"Really?" Sheng Zhiyao looked happy: "That's great! In this way, I won't have to worry about not being able to make money!"

She suddenly remembered something and frowned again: "Shopkeeper Qiu is originally from your Yuchen Palace, right?"

Feng Yuanchen nodded.

"Yuanchen, do you have an ore business?" Sheng Zhiyao asked suspiciously.

"Well." Feng Yuanchen did not hide it, and said the truth, "Yuchen Palace also needs to support many people, so we will certainly not let go of the opportunity to make money. However, this industry is relatively private, and no one other than me knows it."

Sheng Zhiyao nodded in a clear understanding and then felt relieved.

No wonder Feng Yuanchen was able to use so much money at any time. It turned out that it was because there was a huge mineral merchant group behind him supporting him! But that's right, Feng Yuanchen is the owner of Yuchen Palace.

"Then you don't have to be rich, you're already." Sheng Zhiyao sighed twice, and suddenly said, "Feng Yuanchen, didn't you watch me speak loudly yesterday?"

Feng Yuanchen pursed his thin lips and pondered for a while before saying, "Zhiyao, there was actually a reason yesterday."

"Hmm?" Sheng Zhiyao raised her eyebrows and said with great interest, "What's the reason? I want to see me be ugly?"

Feng Yuanchen took a deep breath and said solemnly: "Zhiyao, you are my wife who has not passed away. How could I bear to let you make a fool of yourself?"

Hearing this sentence, a warm current suddenly emerged in Sheng Zhiyao's heart.

Feng Yuanchen looked into her eyes and continued, "So we can stop going to Lianglefang, right? Let's set out directly to the witch clan."

"Okay, go!" Sheng Zhiyao made a bold decision.

Since they decided not to go to Lianglefang and there was no time bomb, there was no need for them to rush to rush.

They simply walked and stopped and walked around, and a group of people wandered around.

Feng Yuanchen has been following Sheng Zhiyao. Seeing her having fun, she felt extremely happy.

Suddenly, a cry came from the front, and a little beggar in worn clothes lay on the ground and cried bitterly. Next to him was another boy in the same ragged clothes. He closed his eyes tightly, breathing faintly, and his chest was fluctuating violently, and he was obviously dying.

Feng Yuanchen walked up to look at the boy's pale face and frowned, and ordered Bu Xing, "Give him some food."

The little beggar looked up at Feng Yuanchen after hearing this, with tears on his face, and begged even more: "Young Master, please save my brother, he is very sick."

Sheng Zhiyao walked up and looked carefully, and saw that the boy was skinny and bruised, and his skin was obviously almost dead.

Feng Yuanchen frowned and asked, "How is your brother sick?"

"Woo woo..." The little beggar wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and swallowed and said things briefly.

Feng Yuanchen's face became solemn when he heard this. After a while, he was silent, he slowly said, "Then you have no relatives now, are you?"

The little beggar lowered his head sadly and nodded in tears: "No...no more."

Sheng Zhiyao looked at the two brothers and said, "If you believe me, I can try to treat him. After all, it will take time to rush to the city now."

The little beggar suddenly raised his head and looked at Sheng Zhiyao with a look of hope: "You... can you really save my brother?"

"I'll do my best." Sheng Zhiyao smiled at them as comfortedly, then squatted down and lifted the boy's trouser legs to check his abdomen.

The little beggar quickly reached out and held her arm: "Don't move him randomly, his whole body hurts."

Sheng Zhiyao gently touched the boy's cheek when she heard this: "Don't be afraid, I will save you." She took out the handkerchief and wiped it with wet water and wiped his stomach. She waited for the stain to be cleaned before she started applying the needle.

After a stick of incense, the boy finally slowly woke up. He blinked his sour eyes and looked at the strange face. His confused mind gradually recovered.

He was about to sit up but he was involved in the wound on his body. He groaned in pain and fell back to the ground.

Seeing his pale face, the little beggar quickly helped him up and asked with concern: "Xuan'er, what do you think? Is there anything else to feel uncomfortable?"

"I'm fine..." Xuan'er shook her head weakly, then turned her head to find Sheng Zhiyao's figure, but she saw a young man in a light blue brocade robe among the crowd.

"Are you?" Xuan'er asked hesitantly.

"Kowtow to your benefactor quickly. It was this young master who saved you. If it weren't for him, you would definitely not have survived today." The little beggar urged.

"Thank you, young master." Xuan'er struggled to get up with difficulty and bowed to Feng Yuanchen and thanked him.

Seeing this, Feng Yuanchen hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, and said with a gentle smile: "It's just a simple task, you can have a good rest first."

"Young master is very kind and righteous, my brothers cannot repay you. If we don't dislike you, we are willing to serve you and repay you for your life-saving grace." The little beggar said earnestly.

Upon hearing this, Sheng Zhiyao immediately said, "Little beggar, aren't you going to take your younger brother away? Why did you change your mind?"

"I...I don't know how to be grateful to the young master. We have no father or mother, no money, and no idea where to go." The little beggar hesitated for a moment, but finally chose to stay...

Feng Yuanchen smiled and said, "There is no shortage of servants in my mansion. Bu Xing gives them some money. You should take your brother to the clinic to make some adjustments."

"Young Master, I..." The little beggar stopped talking.
Chapter completed!