The four thousand gold of the prime minister's family: Miss Tough is going to get married

Chapter 7 Looking at it, it doesn't look like the Tang Dynasty...

The second thing is to start searching and collecting beautiful men...

And then... Infinitely started lusting...

Yu Xiaoyu followed the butler into the hall. In the spacious hall, there were mahogany chairs, various vases, ancient scrolls, calligraphy and paintings.

Wow, Yu Xiaoyu looked straight.

So many antiques, a hall of [-] square meters...

Rich man.

Senior officials.

Yu Xiaoyu is getting rich!

Yu Xiaoyu swallowed wildly.

The light is shining not far away...

With the background of a princess backing her up, and with so much wealth at her disposal, what kind of handsome man is not easy to be a girl...

The housekeeper gave her a strange look, and said something to the air:
"My lord, Yu Xiaoyu is here."

Shizi?

Is the son a magic horse?
Yu Xiaoyu glanced wildly, but he didn't see anyone in the hall, who was he talking to?

And how did he know that his name was Yu Xiaoyu?

Could it be that the fat man on her upper body is also called Yu Xiaoyu?
Damn, Yu Xiaoyu's name is also in the vegetable market?

Uh...you must change your name when you go back.

The butler left after speaking, leaving Yu Xiaoyu standing alone in such an empty hall.

Yu Xiaoyu felt a little nervous, which dynasty was this eerie place?

Look, it doesn't look like the Tang Dynasty...

If it wasn't for the Tang Dynasty, her waist version would have suffered!

Uh... through the company, they won't throw her into the monster world.

Xiaoyu felt cold all over and trembled in his heart.

I'd better leave quickly, before a goblin jumps out and cooks me up.

Not to mention the cost of time travel, but the benefits are still not reaped, and if it is eaten by monsters, it is really not worthwhile.

The more Yu Xiaoyu thought about it, the worse she was, she turned around and wanted to run away, when she heard someone talking, the voice came from behind the screen.

The voice was so soft and gentle that it was hard to tell whether it was a man or a woman, but it also revealed a hint of indifference and viciousness:

"Brother, is that monster outside the one you picked up from the door last night?"

"Don't ask me, I drank too much yesterday and don't remember anything. I also want to see what the monsters are doing outside?"

This time, it was a baritone without temperature, definitely called cold.

(End of this chapter)