Beneath the Emerald Fan Chapter 2

Bennett Yu is a civil servant, a reserved and deep person, and his Tristan Hua behavior in bed can be divided into two parts: quiet and three parts wild.

This thing is actually similar to barbecue. How raw or cooked depends on the customer's preference.

It was inconvenient to have a splint when doing things, so Tristan Hua took off the bandage beforehand, leaving only his right hand slightly hanging.

He himself didn't take it seriously, but the other party would know how to pity him. After the matter was done, Mr. Yu personally put a bandage on him and wrote a small poem next to the orchid.

Tristan Hua was not interested in poetry. He only liked the fragrant tea on the waiter's table, and drank the top-quality Dahongpao like a cow.

She has no status, no taste, and loves money as much as her life. It is a great skill to have such a gorgeous appearance without making people feel vulgar.

Waiter Yu looked at him and sighed: "I don't know why, but I am the most relaxed and happy when I am with you, and everything is loose."

Tristan Hua turned to look at him, obviously pretending to understand.

"It's really not easy to relax for a moment now. Taifu Han is uncertain, and the emperor has been unable to say a word for three days..." Bennett Yu sighed again, feeling completely meaningless, not expecting Tristan Hua to share his worries. .

After sighing, he took out the banknote and Tristan Hua quickly gestured to say thank you.

He performed this gesture very gracefully, and his feelings were always most sincere when he received his reward.

One evening, another five hundred taels were received, and Tristan Hua's heart suddenly became broad-minded, so he made an exception and took Cedric Hua to Wangjiang Tower for dinner.

Wangjiang Tower is a very high-end place. The food is very expensive and the plates are small. Tristan Hua is still dressed like an onion. He is like a nouveau riche and ordered a table of old dishes.

Cedric Hua's voice was still as loud as ever: "You don't need to make any gestures. I know that rich people order and see their food. I will not fight to the death to finish it this time."

The seat they were sitting on faced the river, which was the best seat in the Wangjiang Tower. Immediately, an elegant scholar next door coughed and expressed dissatisfaction.

Tristan Hua looked up and recognized the man as Jasper Ding, and quickly signaled Cedric Hua to be silent.

"Since we are experiencing people's livelihood and no one is allowed to talk, why bother coming?" Someone else spoke on the side, a few words in a casual tone, with a slightly gravelly voice.

Jasper Ding quickly handed over his hand and said: "How lucky these ordinary people are to be able to look at the moon across the river with King Funing."

As soon as the title of King of Funing Dominic Han came out, the whole place fell into silence, and everyone's breathing became weaker.

Dominic Han looked back at the river, watching the bright moon shining coldly on the river and the dead silence, and just experiencing the people's livelihood in the panic of the whole building.

At this most inappropriate time, Tristan Hua actually spoke up and opened his folding fan with a 'swish' sound.

Dominic Han glanced at him from the corner of his eye, and Jasper Ding liked him and said quickly: "This is Tristan Hua. I remember telling the prince that he is..."

"It's a pile of soft meat that can be put on a weighing plate and sold for a pound of silver." Dominic Han raised the corner of his lips, and then looked back from Tristan Hua: "I'm not interested in this kind of stuff."

Jasper Ding was embarrassed for a while and then said: "What the prince said is absolutely true. What kind of status does the prince have? He works hard for the country and shares the worries of the king..."

"Identity?" Dominic Han took over his words again, with a cold light in his eyes: "Why do you think this identity is very good, is it easy to be the King of Funing? As the saying goes, a husband is also a husband, and accompanying the king is like accompanying a tiger. Come and be the king for a day Give it a try."

Jasper Ding's sweat dropped, and he carefully and cautiously chose a sentence to say: "If you don't say anything else, just say that the prince's talent is remarkable. The moment he spoke just now, he spoke with absolute certainty. I am afraid that no one in the imperial court can match him." "

Before the flattery was finished, there was another sound in the hall, and Tristan Hua actually closed the fan with a "snap" at the most inappropriate time.

"What Mr. Hua means, are you right?" Dominic Han looked back suddenly and saw that he was looking at it with amusement.

Mr. Yian Cong Tristan Hua actually nodded. Not only did he nod, but he also stood up, opened his folding fan, and took two steps forward coolly.

At this time, even Cedric Hua noticed that he was ignorant of current affairs and stamped his feet behind him: "Tell the prince, my master doesn't know how to treat his wife at all, he is mute!"

"A mute may not be able to write." Dominic Han replied kindly and raised his hand in an unknown direction.

Immediately a scud delivered the pen and ink.

Tristan Hua wrote gracefully and with ink in his left hand, he finished writing in just a moment.

Dominic Han brought the paper to his eyes, and when he looked at it, everyone's heartbeats stopped.

After reading it, Dominic Han looked as usual. He just put a slender finger on Tristan Hua's folding fan and lingered on the word "happy" in front of the palace.

"Happiness in front of the palace." He read slowly, each word becoming colder and colder: "Which palace did you accept the joy of, who taught you to be so unrestrained!"

"Hit me!" Dominic Han waved as he stood up to leave: "Hit him until he speaks!"

The piece of paper on the table disappeared immediately and was put into Dominic Han's sleeve.

"Fu Chai is also a husband, and accompanying you is like accompanying a tiger.

If Jun Rui is the king, why use the ladder to cross the wall? "

That's what it says on paper.

The husband who is poor is a king, and the king is a thief. This Tristan Hua's courage is as bold as the sky, and he actually mocked Prince Han for stealing the country and being a thief.

Dominic Han sneered all the way, but he had to admit that he had become interested in the soft meat like an onion.

"Beat him until his legs are broken." Thinking of this, Dominic Han suddenly paused: "I forgot for a moment, beating a mute until he can speak does not mean beating him to death."

Julian Zou is an unknown street vendor in the capital. His only business is selling porridge in the morning.

The time of day that makes his heart beat the loudest is serving porridge to a special guest in the early morning.

This special guest is none other than the famous King of Funing, Dominic Han.

To this day, Julian Zou still clearly remembers the scene of that first encounter: he stared innocently at others as they finished eating, then he collected the bill in a daze, and it took a long time for him to calm down; then he would say something about him to everyone he met. Met a fairy-like person.

I was so excited that whole day, dancing and introducing him, saying that he was a very beautiful, noble and immortal god.

Finally, others couldn't bear it and warned him very carefully that the god in his heart was actually a great evil man named Dominic Han.

So, Julian Zou was stupid all night again, and it wasn't until the next morning that he set up the stall in a daze, saw the beautiful villain again, and heard him say, "Boss, have a bowl of clear porridge." Only then did he realize , he doesn't mind what others say at all. In his mind, Dominic Han is the most beautiful god.

From then on, the fairy-looking bad guy patronized his business almost every day, and it could be said that most of them came rain or shine.

Slowly he also mastered Dominic Han's rules.

Dominic Han has two personal servants who double as bodyguards, one named Ethan Liu and the other named Oliver Liu.

They took turns on duty, one person for a day.

Ethan Liu would sit next to Dominic Han and drink porridge with him, but Oliver Liu would only stand behind Dominic Han and wait.

Dominic Han only ordered clear porridge, which he served with homemade pickles.

The common people who came to eat breakfast at his place gave up their seats one after another when they saw this gentleman coming. Some left wisely, and some found a corner to watch and talk secretly.

Dominic Han never greets people warmly or orders people to avoid him, and eats his breakfast slowly.

When checking out, he will also give more money according to the number of customers he scares away.

Gradually, Julian Zou's customers in the morning decreased a lot, but Dominic Han's money was not less.

The weather was sunny today. He got up early. As soon as he set up the stall, he heard someone ask: "Which porridge here is the cheapest?"

"Porridge." Julian Zou replied casually and caught a glimpse of a man. His clothes were a little shabby, but he looked handsome.

"If it's cheap, get more bowls!"

Julian Zou looked at the sky and saw that it was still early, so he hurriedly asked the man to sit down.

However, the result was beyond his expectation...

"Sir, this little brother has eaten all this... porridge. How about I serve you a bowl of sweet red bean porridge?"

When Dominic Han stood in front of the porridge shop with a livid face, Julian Zou realized what had happened and had no choice but to reply in fear.

Dominic Han waved his hand to indicate that he didn't have to, and sat down in front of the man who had stolen his breakfast. He asked him with a sideways gaze, "You are a foreigner, right? What's your name?"

"He's a foreigner." The man said without raising his head at first, "I'm in Xia Marshall Lin."

"Marshall Lin..." Dominic Han repeated, murmuring in a low voice, looking at him from head to toe: "What a good name. It must be hard to do things outside. Do you usually use your left hand or your right hand?"

Oliver Liu behind him sighed, human life is so worthless, God has no eyes for it. If the master knew the answer, Marshall Lin would definitely not be able to save his hand.

When I took over last night, I heard from Ethan Liu that the master was in a bad mood. Judging from past experience, the more the master likes to pretend to be thoughtful, the more he will become careless.

But it's not good to be stained with blood early in the morning, he thought, and took a small step: "The time for the master to go to court is almost here, and the emperor is still waiting."

Dominic Han glared back at him, returned to the sedan with regret, and deliberately sighed: "Forget it, let's go."

There are times when confidants don't know what they mean. He just asked that question, but it was not to embarrass Marshall Lin.

This man had Qiuhe's martial arts skills and was accustomed to wielding a left-handed sword. This was what he learned from Marshall Lin.

The question just now was just a confirmation.

King Funing's study.

Oliver Liu was sitting on the futon next to the chess table in the corner of the study, concentrating on stacking the chess pieces. One after another, black and white.

His master is a bowl of porridge, and he has not looked bad since the court.

"Your Majesty, there is a man named Julian Zou who is asking to see you. He says he is... delivering porridge to you." Someone announced outside the door.

After a long time, Oliver Liu finally saw his master smiling.

Unexpectedly, the owner of the porridge stall was so caring that he personally delivered the porridge to his door afterwards; and there were actually people willing to report the matter, which showed that he had given his servants a lot of benefits in order to come in.

After Dominic Han asked Julian Zou to come in, he said without waiting for anyone to say, "I don't eat outside except in the morning."

It turned out that Julian Zou, who was very interested, was stunned after hearing this. He was indeed a bad guy who was afraid of being poisoned. It's my fault that what happened in the morning has made me so nervous.

"Boss Porridge, you spent a lot of money to come here, right?" Dominic Han raised his chin and glanced at the porridge, which was still steaming.

"Yeah..." He was so nervous that he couldn't speak. He actually remembered his last name. It was really... his eyes were a little hot.

"Are you willing to stay and be the cook in my house? If you live in the palace, as long as you are responsible for my breakfast, the treatment will be better than before." Dominic Han fiddled with his fingers and made the conditions.

Sitting in the corner, Oliver Liu was inattentive and failed to grasp his center of gravity. The chess pieces he pushed were scattered on the chessboard. Sure enough, he is still so brooding and stingy.

"You can think about it, don't be in a hurry."

Julian Zou clenched his fists and took a step forward. Just as he was about to agree, he suddenly heard a cry from outside the room: "Your Majesty, you have to make the decision for us."

The corners of Dominic Han's mouth slowly raised, forming a beautiful arc, "Boss Porridge, look at what my official residence looks like. Anyone can come and cry whenever they want."

Before Julian Zou could leave, the crying man had already barged in. A fragrant wind drifted in, and the pear blossoms were covered with rain. Unfortunately, it was too much, which was terrifying.

Under Dominic Han's instruction, Julian Zou had the right to watch the show for free.

Boss Zou listened for a long time before he realized that those who came were a group of official prostitutes. Officials and prostitutes can come to Fu'an Prince's Mansion. Prince Dominic Han is really informal.

His mouth was half open, trying to digest what he heard.

What three-two-one motto, what private prostitutes are favored...

It's cloudy and foggy, and I don't know what to say.

"You have already filed a lawsuit against him." Dominic Han yawned impatiently: "You have already filed a lawsuit against him at least twice this year."

"Your Majesty, every year our hospital in Jiuchong distributes invitations, and there are many adults who show their appreciation, but this year..."

"That's enough! The brothel has both men and women, but it's not as beautiful as his? Then it should be closed down."

"Your Majesty, actually our embarrassment is only a minor one. I just can't stand it. His Tristan Hua relies on his charming skills to spread the word and spreads it everywhere. What can I say..."

"What can a mute who can't speak preach everywhere?" Dominic Han laughed.

Guan Zhang was originally proud of himself, but now he finally heard the sarcasm in Dominic Han's words and fell silent for a moment.

"But Your Majesty, it is precisely because he is mute that he knows a lot of things that he shouldn't know." Someone interjected something that shouldn't be said.

Dominic Han narrowed his eyes and made a decision. Anyway, I have nothing to do for fun, so this is the perfect place for surgery.

Tristan Hua, privately advocate, let’s play with him today.

"Flowing clouds prepare horses."