Prince Abandoned Concubine: Broth Ji Jiu'er

Chapter 19: The Young Man Who Is Invincibly Wealthy (1)

Die Luo glanced at Jiu'er, and continued, "The fire was not put out until this morning. A large area was completely dark, and the cry for help was gone. Those officers and soldiers went in and carried the charred corpses into it. In and out, and the next thing you see is the kid who didn't burn."

The three children squatted beside Die Luo without blinking their eyes.

"That child was standing in the ruins wet all over. He just stood there motionless. Later, the officers and soldiers carried him back to the Yamen." Die Luo finished gossiping, clapped her hands after eating the pastries, and asked mysteriously to the two girls who were paying attention. Said, "Do you want to know what this kid's name is?"

Jiu'er nodded like pounding garlic.

"Young Master Ce."

Young Master Ce, Young Master Young Master, Jiu'er didn't know until a long time later that it was the imperial surname of the Xijun Dynasty, the largest country in the world, so Die Luo was so mysterious when he mentioned it.

The only boy who survived the fire was only 12 years old. When he was carried into the Yamen, no matter what the officers and soldiers asked him, he refused to speak. The doctors thought he was too scared by the fire to speak, so the officers and soldiers had to let him die .

Just when everyone thought he would not live long, a shocking news came from Shangyang City. It was said that Mr. Ce's parents buried all their life savings in the ground without being burned. It was an inexhaustible treasure. Inexhaustible, rich as an enemy...

"Auspicious son!"

Jiao Didi's neat voice sounded in the daughter's building. Jiu'er and Yunsu looked at each other and smiled while holding the dishes. They knew that the son Ce, the golden mountain, came to patronize the daughter's building again. He had countless money without his parents. The young man went to gambling houses and brothels every day, and he was bold and bold, becoming a momentary..."good story" in Shangyang City.

In Ji Jiu'er's own words, Gongzi Ce's banknotes are like straw paper in a latrine, he even has to fold several of them to wipe his butt, but she is not even qualified to take a look at them.

(End of this chapter)