The slave family is not a disaster

Chapter 113
"Okay, I'll come down now." Ye Anran was about to go downstairs, but Xi Gongmo grabbed the corner of his clothes: "Anran, do you want me to go down and have a look?"

Ye Anran looked back and smiled: "No need, you drink tea here first, if it really comes to a time when I can't solve it, Your Highness Mo will take action again?"

Xi Gongmo nodded, this woman can always be so understanding, which makes people feel at ease, but why doesn't Jue like her?
downstairs
A young man in a gray brocade robe and several servants were clamoring: "Tell your boss to come out, or I will smash this place."

Ye Anran sighed helplessly. A few days ago, she just sent that red aunt of Han Jingxuan, so why is someone coming to smash the teahouse again?Could it be that there is something wrong with the feng shui of my teahouse, did I offend any god?

Just thinking about it, Ye Anran strolled over and said with a smile: "I'm the boss, I don't know why the young master is looking for me?"

Because of her stunning looks, Ye Anran has always been used to wearing a veil in teahouses, so that she looks mysterious and won't cause trouble.

The young man in gray rolled his eyes and said, "You are the boss? Why are you a bitch?"

After finishing speaking, he laughed along with the servants behind him, Ye Anran's face changed, she could not stand those rude people all the time, because Anran was not on the same level as them at all.

Qiniang was not happy, and immediately asked: "What are you talking about? This is our master, if you say such rude words, be careful to flash your tongue."

The young master smirked and said: "What, Qiniang? Your brothel can't keep going, so you ran here to work as a cow and a horse, but I advise you to go back to your old business and come back quickly. Capital? Haha."

"Song Gongzi, please pay attention to your words and deeds." Ye Anran was a little angry, Qiniang was very kind, although she had opened a brothel before, so what, didn't everyone have a past?Is it okay to be insulted like this?
"Hey, what's the matter? Are you still angry? You poor teahouses are not good at all. What kind of tea did you give me? This teahouse of yours is closed." Finally, the son surnamed Song made the point, it turned out that he thought the tea was too bitter.

Ye Anran walked over suspiciously, took a look at his teacup, and said with a helpless smile: "My lord, this bitter ginseng tea you ordered is originally bitter, it is a kind of medicinal material, it can prolong life, and it is good for the body. It's good, we can't blame our tea for being bitter."

"What kind of nonsense is this, I don't believe it!" The young master obviously couldn't forgive anyone.

"Well, if you don't believe me, my lord, you can ask a few doctors to have an appraisal to see if it's what I said?" Ye Anran was helpless at last, and had to ask to be appraised in order to prove her innocence, but she was very concerned about her family's family. Tea has confidence, and of course there will be no mistakes.

"I don't have that time, young master. Do you think you are playing? Toss back and forth. If you want me to hire a doctor, I will invite you. Who do you think you are? Also, you are a woman from other places, right? Who is it?" the young man asked arrogantly.

Ye Anran shook his head, but he should have already guessed in his heart that this young man knew Qiniang, so it should prove that he is also a frequent visitor to the brothel, either rich or expensive, otherwise it would be impossible to speak so loudly.

"Tell you, I am the son of Song Wentai, the servant of the Ministry of Rites, do you know?" the young master clamored to reveal his identity.

Ye Anran was really shocked, not because he was the son of Minister of Rites, nor because his father was a senior official, but... Minister of Rites, why does this official position sound so familiar?
Ye Anran thought about it carefully, and suddenly remembered that there was someone in the palace who kept saying that the servant of the Ministry of Rites was my father all day long. It was none other than Song Siyan, and the young man in front of him also said he was the son of the servant of the Ministry of Rites. Does that mean that there are two servants of the Ministry of Rites in Tianmu Kingdom, or does it mean that the person in front of him is related by blood to Song Siyan?
So Ye Anran tentatively asked: "My lord, what is your relationship with Miss Song Siyan?"

"Song Siyan? How do you know, let me tell you, that's my sister, do you know how powerful my sister is? She is the wife of Lord Ruian Wang Xigong, are you afraid?" The young man was even more proud when he saw Ye Anran had heard of his sister's name. stand up.

After confirming her inner thoughts, Ye Anran felt relieved. No wonder this person is so uneducated. It turns out that he and Song Siyan both came from the same place. It seems that Song Wentai's way of educating children is really incompetent.

"Hehe, the woman of King Rui'an, you are putting gold on your face. We only heard that the princess of King Rui'an is from the Ye family. How could it be your sister? People’s concubine, right?” Xiao Rong couldn’t stand it any longer, seeing this man boasting about his family so much, he really wanted to slap him to death, although he had to admit that Xiao Rong really hated Song Siyan to the bone, so he involved to this man.

"You... What nonsense are you talking about? What about the Ye family woman? She is not an unfavored princess, just a laughing stock. Everyone in Bianjing knows that although my sister has no status, she is extremely favored. Sooner or later." The young man said forcefully.

Facing such a person, Ye Anran really didn't want to entangle her anymore, so she said with a smile: "Mr. Song, how about this? Let's treat this matter today as a misunderstanding. We won't charge you for the tea, just treat it as if I invited you to drink." How about tea?"

Ye Anran thought simply, turning major issues into trivial ones, but he didn't want to, Mr. Song was anxious: "Ugly woman, who told you to invite me to drink tea, are you qualified? Tell you, I am not short of money. I just want your teahouse to fail to open, not for anything else, but because you don't like it, what's wrong?"

Hearing this, Ye Anran wanted to laugh helplessly. Since she was a child, it was the first time she heard someone calling her ugly, but it was really fresh. Maybe Mr. Song thought she was ugly because she was wearing a veil. I didn't dare to show my true colors, that's why I said so.

Seeing the man swearing at each other, Xi Gongmo upstairs had a gloomy expression, and couldn't help but want to go downstairs, but suddenly heard a folding fan flying into the door, and hit Mr. Song on the head forcefully.

"Hey, what is it?" Mr. Song scratched his head and screamed.

"Song Baochuan, you scum, you dare to make trouble here, you don't want to live anymore, do you?" said Xi Gongjin, who was dressed in a blue brocade robe, striding in.

Xi Gongjin hadn't come since she was drunk last time, but she didn't expect that as soon as she came here today, someone would find fault with her and even insult Ye Anran.

Xi Gongjin respected this sister-in-law very much, so when he heard that this person was so rude, he flew in a folding fan to teach this scum before he arrived.

"Who are you? To treat this young master like this, my father will not let you go." Mr. Song obviously didn't know who he was facing, and he even talked about his father as a pretense.

"Hey, do you want to compete with your father? Then you must lose. In Tianmu Kingdom, no one can compare with me." Xi Gongjin laughed jokingly. Xi Gongjin knew this kid and knew his identity. , because in Bianjing, he is almost notorious.

"Who is your father? Is it better than my father? Let's hear it." Obviously, Song Baochuan refused to accept it.

"You talk first." Nishinomiya Jin became playful now.

"My father is... Wait, why did you tell me to tell me, I just said, who do you think you are?" Song Baochuan realized that he was almost caught, and immediately retorted.

"Song Baochuan, if your father is not as powerful as mine, then you can give me three kowtows here, then crawl out and stop making trouble, okay?" Xi Gongjin laughed.

"If you lose, you also give me three kowtows, and then crawl out, and by the way, this teahouse will also be closed." Song Baochuan also put forward his own conditions.

Before Xi Gongjin agreed, Ye Anran said: "Sure, no problem, as long as you can beat him, if your father is better than his father, then my teahouse will be closed immediately."

Qiniang and Xiaorong both smiled and said nothing, waiting to see a good show... Upstairs, Xi Gongmo shook her head helplessly, and sighed that Xi Gongjin was always such a spoof, this time even An Ran joined the ranks of the whole group.

Upon hearing that, Mr. Song immediately patted the table and shouted, "Deal, whoever made a mistake is the grandson."

"Haha, yes, then tell me, who is your father?" Xi Gongjin was amused by Song Baochuan's stupid behavior, and then asked with a smile.

"Tell you, don't be afraid to tell me, my father is the famous Minister of Rites Song Wentai." Song Baochuan said triumphantly.

"Oh, indeed, the official position is not small, Minister of Rites." Nishinomiya Jin nodded frequently pretending to be surprised.

"What? I'm scared. If you admit defeat now, you can save one knock." Song Baochuan pointed at Xi Gongjin arrogantly.

"I'm really a little scared." Nishinomiya Nishiki said slowly, putting away his smile.

Song Baochuan laughed loudly: "Haha, I knew you would be afraid, now you are afraid, it's too late, please kowtow to this young master obediently."

"Don't worry, I haven't finished talking yet, I'm afraid I'm afraid you'll be scared when I finish speaking later." Nishinomiya Jin smiled mysteriously.

"Impossible, stop bragging, tell me quickly, who is your father?" At this time, Song Baochuan was also a little curious about who the father of the man in front of him was, wouldn't it be the son of a general?

While Song Baochuan was guessing, Xigong Jin had already said leisurely, "Then listen carefully, my father's name is Xigong Haoyu."

"Xigong Haoyu? This name sounds familiar, who is it?" Song Baochuan was at a loss for a while.

At this time, a servant behind him said tremblingly: "Master, this name... seems to belong to the late emperor."

"Fart, nonsense, how could it be the first emperor, the first emperor is clearly called Emperor Zetian Haoyu." Song Baochuan cursed angrily.

"Young...Master, what you are talking about is a title. The late emperor's name is indeed Xigong Haoyu, and Xigong belongs to the royal family." The boy was not stupid, so he explained.

Song Baochuan immediately felt his head buzzing, yes, how could he forget this point, in Tianmu Kingdom, Xigong is the surname of the royal family, so if Xigong Haoyu is his father, then... who is the prince in front of him?Or... if you're unlucky, it might be the emperor?
Thinking of this, Song Baochuan didn't dare to think anymore, but asked in disbelief: "You...you are the son of the late emperor? Then you...who are you?"

Now that he was smarter, he didn't directly ask who Nishinomiya Jin was, but what son was he?

"I'm not talented, but I'm ranked fifth. Wuheng Wang is my title." Xi Gongjin said word by word.

"Are you really Xi Gongjin? I don't believe it, you're lying." Song Baochuan seemed to be struggling for the last time.

Until Xi Gongjin took out the prince's royal token, everyone in the teahouse immediately knelt down to pay their respects, shouting: "My lord, thousand years old, thousand years old."

Song Baochuan was dumbfounded, took a few steps back, and knocked down several teacups abruptly, but he didn't realize it.

(End of this chapter)