Stop Bothering Me, Emperor Chapter 64: Acquaintances


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The calligraphy of Emperor Jing Yuan is also famous in history. His characters carry an air of killing, stroke by stroke, as if you can see thousands of horses fighting each other. Mountains, rivers, sun and moon, and gullies are all revealed on paper.

After writing a "bamboo", the room is quiet. Although these cousins ​​who grew up in foreign countries do not have deep knowledge of calligraphy, they still know a little bit in order to please grandpa. Even laymen who don't understand it at all can see the subtlety of this word, and Shan Yutang's posture in writing can shock everyone.

"Good, good!" Yu Tai uttered three good words in succession, and patted his grandson on the shoulder with great relief. As a descendant of Hua Xia, Yu Taixian always believed that the Yu family should not forget their roots. This was how he threw his eldest son to China, hoping that his grandchildren would continue to pass on the plain texts of China.

"This word is so beautifully written. Although I don't understand this, I just think it's good." Yu Zhu said with a smile, and the other brothers and sisters followed suit.

Since the family owner said yes, they naturally wouldn’t say it badly. I was not convinced just now, and there is nothing to say at the moment. Even if I still want to find something, I can tell by looking at the face of the Patriarch.

"Hey, that Yu Qi also grew up in Hua Guo. He should also understand calligraphy?" Everyone couldn't see Yu Tang's face, but was out of the limelight by him and thought of the other protagonist tonight.

Yu Qi is in the lobby, talking to Uncle Si.

"I am currently studying a network tool. If it succeeds, it will be a very profitable project." Yu Qi introduced his project to Si Bo with a serious face. Sibo is responsible for the capital operation, and Big Fish Capital is mainly responsible for him. Yu Qi told him this is to make a notice first. When the project comes out, it will be easier to invest.

"Oh?" Uncle Si shook the red wine in his hand, "Wait for you to make it, show it to me, this is a good thing."

Steward Cao glanced at the time, and the banquet was about to begin, so he turned upstairs to remind the owner of the house.

"Butler, help me bring the dress over." In the room at the end of the second floor, a head with brown hair poked out.

"Okay, Master Nine." Steward Cao smiled and gestured to the maid who was on the second floor. The maid immediately ran upstairs to get the dress, but Steward Cao didn't rush. Walked to the study door and knocked on the door.

Young Master Nine shrugged and closed the door again.

Yu Tang helped grandpa out, and happened to meet the brown-haired man on the stairs.

"Daddy, your Tang suit is so handsome today." The man smiled and held Yu Taixian's other hand.

"Xiao Lang," Yu Taixian glared at him, "I told you to see Tangtang, how come out now?"

"Oh, Daddy, you understand, I didn't sleep all night last night, and just got up." The mixed-race face was very handsome. The man made a grimace and raised his green eyes. Look at Yu Tang, "Hello, my nephew."

Yu Tang looked at the man and nodded slightly: "Uncle Nine." This mixed-race child is the youngest son of his grandfather Yu Taixian, but was born of his wife after Yu Taixian. Yu Tang's grandmother died long ago, and his grandfather married a white man and gave birth to a young son who was about the same age as his grandson.

The youngest son's name is Yu Lang, ranked ninth. There was originally an English name, but Father Yu never called him, so everyone just called him his Chinese name.

"I heard that you entered the black club at Harlan University, then you should know Carmela." Yu Lang looked very lively and spoke to Yu Tang across his father.

"Yes." Yu Tang glanced at him and replied lukewarm. This Jiu Shu looked innocent, but he didn't think so.

Carmela is a member of the black club. She is in her sophomore year this year, and her family is a petroleum producer.

"That's great. I invited Carmela. You can invite her to do a dance later." Yu Lang winked his eyes, and looked familiar with Yu Tang.

The other cousins ​​saw Jiushu, who was beloved by the owner, come up so close to Yu Tang, and they became even more jealous when staring at Yu Tang.

Looking at the direction of Uncle Jiu, I saw Carmela in a diamond evening gown in a corner of the hall. She was holding a glass of champagne and raised a toast towards Yu Tang.

Carmela is actually Yu Lang's cousin, and Yu Lang's mother is Carmela's aunt.

Yu Tang lowered his eyes and curled his lips coldly. This nine-uncle wanted his mother's family to be close to the Yu family, but he used him as a reason, as if he was thinking about his nephew.

Sure enough, Yu Taixian frowned when he saw the girl in the corner: "You asked Carmela to come, why didn't you tell me?"

"Oh, daddy, I just wanted to find Xiaotang a playmate. I didn't mean anything else." Yu Lang said innocently.

At the beginning of the banquet, Yu Taixian officially introduced Yu Tang and Yu Qi to the people of the U.S. nationality, and publicly announced that they would arrange positions in the group so that they could start internships during their college years.

"Congratulations, I got the attention of the owner." Carmela walked over and clinked glasses with Yu Tang.

"Thank you." Yu Tang raised his glass politely.

"Tang, you didn't say that you were the grandson of the Yu family's patron at the Heizi Club," Carmela looked at Yu Tang with scorching eyes, stretched out her red nailed hand, "Don't ask me to jump Dance?"

Not far away, his little Jiushu was looking at them with a smirk: "Mum, look at them, they are so good."

Yu Lang's mother, wearing an emerald green cheongsam, stood beside her son, smiling.

Yu Tang looked at the hand stretched over. Out of politeness, he should hold it immediately and make an invitation to dance. The servant was holding a plate and passing by, Yu Tang took a cup in his hand and stuffed it into that hand: "No, cousin."

Song Xiao waited in the hotel until midnight by himself, expecting that Yu Tang would not be back tonight, so she turned off the TV and retreated into the bed, unable to sleep with her eyes open.

Yu Tang said that the Yu family is very complicated, and it's a fight with the former royal family. He was not worried that Yu Tang would suffer a loss in the family struggle, after all, the throne could be taken over, and seizing a family property was a piece of cake. But still a little distressed. After the millennium reincarnation, he still can't escape this. Yu Tang is just a toil.

The family dance will definitely invite the young lady from the next relative's house. The emperor is so handsome. There will definitely be someone who will look at him. Maybe there are young masters who come to hook up.

The more Song Xiao thought about it, the more unable to sleep, so he raised his hand and made a call to Yu Tang.

"Queen Wan'an." Dugu's voice came from over there.

Song Xiao twitched his mouth: "Where is the emperor?"

"The emperor is talking to Uncle Si." Du Gu answered in detail. At this moment, Steward Cao came over and patted Du Gu'an on the shoulder.

Dugu secretly threw the phone in his hand, quickly turned around, and cut the steward Cao's hands back in a thunderous manner, then reached out to catch the fallen phone and continued to speak: "Subordinates hand the phone to the emperor. "

"What's the sound over there?" Song Xiao heard a scream.

"Duke Cao attacked his subordinates and was restrained by them." Duguan said as he dragged the excited steward Cao out.

Duguan was originally standing in a hidden place because of his professional qualities, and he could attack and retreat and defend, so he directly dragged Steward Cao into the garden, and no one noticed.

The garden is quiet, and there is no one.

Steward Cao broke away from the guard's hand, excited: "Who are you talking to? Is it the queen?"

Song Xiao blinked. What did the dark guard just say? Father Cao? Before he got back to his senses, there was a magnetic voice on the phone, which sounded like a man in his thirties: "My mother! The old slave is looking for you so terribly!"


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