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Chapter 926: Friendly friends!

It was just past nine o'clock the next morning, and it was just dawning outside. The servants got up early and got busy.

"Sir, it's time to get up!"

"Stop making noise and let me sleep for a while~"

Yuan Wenshao was sleeping soundly on the bed. He went to bed late yesterday to sort out his memories, so he subconsciously replied when he was woken up, and then continued to sleep soundly under the quilt.

"Oh, Master, you really can't sleep anymore. You will miss the time to pay your respects to the Lord and Madam, and you will be punished to kneel in the ancestral hall again~"

Hearing the words of maid Chunhe, it was also subconscious in his heart that Yuan Wenshao could only open his eyes helplessly.

He stood up and sat on the chair like a doll, letting the maid help him change his clothes and comb his hair. After the combing was completed, it was already bright. After all this trouble, he felt energetic and walked toward the main courtyard with his entourage.

Of course, it's just a formality. His mother, Mrs. Yuan, doesn't want to see him, so he can't even enter the Cheng'an residence. But you still have to go there, otherwise it would be unfilial.

"Mommy, if you'd like to excuse me, I'll come over to say hello to my father and mother!"

"Madam, I felt unwell yesterday. Brother Shao, please come back~"

All the procedures are very skillful, and this counts as Yuan Wenshao coming to say hello. As for whether his father is there or not, it doesn't matter at all. Of course, the cheap dad, Uncle Yuan, is 99% sure to be around.

After returning home, I had a leisurely breakfast and began to exercise in the courtyard. In fact, as a noble earl, there should be a martial arts training ground in the mansion.

For example, the original Earl's Mansion covered an area of ​​nearly 90 acres, with a large martial arts training ground that could be used for horse racing. However, the ancestors failed to live up to their expectations, and this first-class mansion was suddenly lost.

So I could only wrong Young Master Yuan and make random gestures of "huhuhahaha" in the yard. This method would not work on the battlefield of cold weapons, but it was definitely enough to deal with the local gangsters in the Wucheng Army and Horses Division.

He made a few gestures to stretch his muscles, then he carried a bag and did squats, while chatting with the Chang Sui next to him.

"Rongbao, when I take office in a few days, you can come with me. Then the young master will find a career for you, and you can also find a wife~"

"Hee hee hee!"

He must find a wife for himself. The 19-year-old Rongbao actually scratched his head and felt shy.

After realizing it, he quickly expressed his loyalty: "Sir, when I was young, I swore in front of the old lady that I would stay by your side for the rest of my life. I don't want any future~"

"Hoo~" Yuan Wenshao was wearing a blue outfit and was panting from exhaustion as he carried the bag up and down.

"Jing... You're just talking nonsense. Only when you have the ability can you help me better. Let's settle this matter for now. But I have to get ahead of myself later, otherwise it's all empty talk!"

After saying that, he threw the bag aside. Because it was full of gravel, it made a crisp sound.

"Oh!"

After that, he held up the stone lock for a while, and then used a knife to chop it randomly for hundreds of times. Time passed like this little by little.

"Come on, let's continue sparring!"

"Hey!" Yuan Wenshao had learned mixed martial arts several times before, so he took advantage of his unpreparedness and knocked him down with one grapple.

Rong Bao stood up, rubbed his left shoulder, and said with a grimace: "Sir, where did you learn this move?"

"If you win, I'll tell you!"

"Whoever is afraid of whom? Just take a punch from me!"

There were two long followers in the courtyard, and the other one was doing chores sweeping the floor. He looked at the two people fighting in the center of the courtyard with envious eyes.

After practicing with the chief for about three quarters of an hour, Yuan Wenshao was exhausted, so he took the handkerchief handed over by the maid and wiped his sweat.

Breathing heavily, he ordered: "Rongbao, go back to the village and see if any of my grandfather's servants are still alive now!"

"We have been practicing randomly all day long. In the final analysis, it doesn't matter. We still need to find someone to guide us~" "Okay, sir, I'll do it right away!" Rong Bao bowed and saluted.

When I came outside, I patted the dust off my body, and was about to go back to my room to change my clothes, but when I turned a corner, before I could even enter the house, someone tugged my ears.

The man who did it was probably in his 40s. Although he was not much older than Mrs. Yuan, he looked much older.

This person was Yuan Wenshao's nanny Liu. She didn't dare to say anything in front of her mother Rongbao, but the expression on her face looked very aggrieved.

"Mom, what are you doing?"

"You brat, you actually dare to attack the young master. Can't you let him hit you twice, you're so thick-skinned?"

"The old lady was kind to our family back then, and you swore an oath in front of her. I didn't believe it when I heard it from the maid a few days ago, but I finally saw it with my own eyes~"

In ancient times, order was emphasized, so in her opinion, her son's behavior just now was a violation of the following and was treasonous, so it was a punishment to directly slap him in the face.

"Mom, it's the young master who asked..."

"You little bastard, you actually know how to talk back. Then you can't fight Brother Shao. If I find out again, let's see how I deal with you~"

While Grandma Liu was training her son, Yuan Wenshao was already taking a bath and was sweating all over from exercising.

"Crash!" Looking at the maid pouring water into the bathtub, she was a little ready to move. Which cadre can withstand such a test?

Seeing that she wanted to wipe his back, he quickly stopped her and said: "Chun...Chunhe, no need for now, go and pour me a cup of herbal tea!"

"Okay, sir, but it's too cold and it's not good for your stomach. Why don't I give you a warm drink?"

"Okay~"

After the little maid went out to pour tea, Yuan Wenshao leaned back and closed his eyes. The expression on his face looked like he was enjoying himself. Apart from the fact that there was no Internet, this day was not very comfortable...

After taking a shower, I changed into a silver outfit and had lunch leisurely in the house. An unpretentious morning passed like this.

Just as he was about to go back to the house to sleep for a while, he heard another senior officer coming in and bowing to Ping An.

"Master Qi, Master Zhang, Master Xu, and Master Zhao are here!"

"Brother Shao, what have you been doing these days? Are you hiding your beauty in the golden house when you don't come out to play with your brothers?"

Everyone was still in the yard, and the teasing voices had already reached the house, and then they saw three of their (original) best friends walking in.

As the saying goes, a fish looks for a fish or a shrimp looks for a shrimp. There is always a small circle, so these guys also have a good background, and they are all descendants of noble families.

But then again, to be able to become good friends with the second son of a down-and-out Earl's family, it was either that the family was in decline, or that he was also unpopular with his parents.

For example, Zhang Jingchang, who just spoke, has oily hair and a pink face. Although his father is a British father, he is the product of his father-in-law's drunken and sexual promiscuity. So he is like a transparent person in the house, and his life is not as comfortable as his own.

There is also Xu Pengju who is closest to the door. His father is the contemporary Yongyi Marquis, that is, Mrs. Sheng’s natal family, but the two families have almost no contact with each other. Yongyi Marquis made great achievements in the war back then.

No matter how powerful he is, he is still the kind to go to the imperial palace, but his descendants have failed to live up to his expectations, and now they are almost excluded from the top authority circle, and they are living in that empty position.

And this kid, just like me, is also the middle child in the family who is not loved by his parents.

Zhao Wenyuan is sitting on a chair eating cakes. He is the youngest among the four, and also the happiest one. He has thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a powerful look. He is only 15 years old and is covered in muscles.

He was determined to take back the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun, but his father, Uncle Yongping, was a single person and would not let him join the army at all.

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(End of this chapter)