A crack was opened in the courtyard gate, and the butler immediately handed over the post. Li Qiao took it over and looked at it without looking at it, and said, "Please, please, madam!"

Li Qiao said to the butler again: "Please go to the underworld tree to enjoy the cool air and drink."

"Your family has such a big rule. Although I am a slave, can't even enter the living room?"

Li Qiao smiled and said, "It's because you won't let you in. There's really no place to stay in the hall. Don't the servants from other families sit there."

Following Li Qiao's fingers, I saw many people under the sycamore tree, sitting in groups of three or three in a bunch of whispers, and some people greeted him, "Old Wu, come and sit down!"

The housekeeper said to Lu: "That is Manager Chen from Zheng Shilang's family."

Lu nodded and said, "You go too!"

After she said that, she was led by Li Qiao to the living room. Before she could enter the door, she heard a woman scolding: "...What a kind elder, Xiang Gong was during his lifetime. The king respected all officials and respected him. He worked diligently to recommend countless talents to the court...

Yan Gong's wonderful paintings are famous all over the world. They are either imperial and royal family or capable ministers. It is hard to find money for ordinary people. Since you have obtained the true teachings of Yan Gong, you should inherit his will and serve the king. How can you be willing to fall and paint all the vulgar and dirty works for the playboy to have fun..."

Lu had already walked to the door and could see clearly the situation in the hall. He saw more than ten noble ladies kneeling on the cushion, all of whom were full of resentment, looking at the handsome young man in the middle.

A middle-aged lady wearing gold and jade kept accusing the young man. Lu recognized that the woman was the wife of the Zong Xianggong family. A woman sitting by the door looked up at Lu and said softly: "Isn't this Sister Lu? Just sit next to me, hurry up and bring another cushion!"

Zhang Buer, who was serving in the room, quickly handed over a cushion. Lu sat down next to the woman, "Why is Mrs. Pei coming?"

Pei covered his mouth and smiled, "I'm afraid it's the same reason as Sister Lu. Sister Lu shouldn't speak out, as my husband's wife teaches this young boy a lesson for us."

"The Palace of the King" became popular in Luoyang as soon as it was born. There were people who tasted and discussed it in the brothels, Chuguans, restaurants and inns and even the Taixue Yamen. For a time, paper in Luoyang was expensive, and the playboys in charge of distribution were urging goods while placing orders.

Yan Wei was also a little secretly proud, thinking that after completing this batch of orders, he would surely gain a large number of fans. Even if he was not a popular girl, he would have to be a popular girl. Who would have thought that the first wave of people came to him was a group of middle-aged aunts and all black fans.

Facing the chattering woman, Yan Wei listened quietly, and after the woman finished speaking, he said: "Mrs. Zong misunderstood. When his grandfather was still alive, he told his children and grandchildren to concentrate on the classics and history and not learn painting. Xiaoke's painting skills were self-taught, and he could not compare with his grandfather, nor would he insult his reputation.

The album I painted is indeed not as elegant as the house. It is because my family is in trouble and I just need to make some money and household registration to support my family. If it is stained by your wives, please forgive me!"

The husband's wife said again: "Young man wants to support her family. She understands it naturally, but you shouldn't bewitch men and devour the concubines! The Princess Yong respects and raises her youngest, and even the concubines can treat her as her own. How virtuous is it? But King Yong turns a blind eye to her hard work, protects those little foxes all day long, and even goes outside to steal the peasant girl. What do you think this is true!"

When the other women heard this, they immediately became excited and agreed. They really couldn't blame them for being arrogant. These women were old and old. Most of the husbands in the family had concubines and were not favored much. Their status as a family was their last reliance and pride.

If a man read Yan Wei's album and learned well at home, unfortunately they will naturally be them. This is also the main reason why they came here to denounce Yan Wei.

Yan Wei could avoid it because he was afraid that these women would not have an outlet to vent their vent, so he brought the servants to burn the workshop that had just been placed in the next yard.

Fortunately, the aunts in the Tang Dynasty were quite reasonable. After a few days, Yan Wei was able to deal with it calmly. He stood up and bowed, saying, "The plot in the painting does violate public order and good customs, which is a minor mistake. I'll apologize to your wives."

Seeing that Yan Wei was very sincere, the noble ladies' anger immediately disappeared. Mrs. Zong sighed and said, "This hot day, why don't we think it's hard for the young master to come to Zhangshanfang? Since you have already realized your mistakes and corrected it!"

Yan Wei asked back: "How to correct me?"

Lu saw the opportunity and said, "I have stopped the transaction and will not be allowed to sell it again in the future. We can still spend less money at home."

Yan Wei shook his head and smiled, "This lady doesn't know anything. I am only responsible for drawing and selling other people. Besides, this business is not all Xiaoke. Xiaoke is only responsible for managing it. Please give me a clear understanding."

Lu whispered to the woman next to her, "Who is selling it? Whose business is it?"

Mrs. Pei shook Lu's ear and replied, "I don't know anything else, I only know that your nephew is selling it. As for the boss, I heard that it is Princess Taiping, and this kid is a visitor to the princess's mansion!"

Mrs. Pei deliberately bit the word "guest" heavily, and Lu immediately understood. She turned her head to look at Yan Wei, who looked handsome, swallowed and muttered: "With a guest who can make money and be handsome like this, Princess Taiping is really enviable."

Mrs. Zong's tone immediately softened a little, "We don't dare to delay the young man's business, but after such a long time, the world will surely decline, which may cause the saint to be furious."

"Mrs. Even if I stop this transaction now, it is useless. Now the album has been sold and my husbands have already read it. I have a better idea here!"

"Young Master Yan just say it, listen carefully."

"Why would I draw another picture album and continue the story of King Yong, so that those spectators can know the disadvantages of favoring concubines and destroying the legitimate wife. This will suit the wives' wishes?"

The ladies were stunned and then cheered. Mrs. Zong raised her thumb and praised: "Young Master Yan is such a wonderful person. No wonder she can get the princess's blue eyes, so she can do what the young master said!"

Another woman said, "There are those little bitches, young master, don't let them have a good ending."

"Yes, yes, if the young master can do this, he will buy dozens of books and give them to the younger generations, and teach them how to be a human being!"

...

After receiving a satisfactory reply, the women immediately became much more kind. Some were afraid that Yan Wei would repent and even paid a deposit in person. Some people even asked Yan Wei if he was married and wanted to be a matchmaker to say he was married.

When the women left, Yuchi Ming got out of the inner room, "Jiulang, I really admire you this time. You can live with so many old women nagging you. When I was in Chang'an, my mother was as big as a fight."

"This is nothing!" Yan Wei fought wits and courage with the aunt who danced square dance in the later generations in order to play a ball.

"By the way, the wife of Zong seemed to like you very much, and she also mentioned her niece in her parents' family. Why did you deliberately fool her? You know that Mr. Zong's mother is a sister of the saint."

Yan Wei shook his head and said, "Not to mention Mrs. Zong's niece, I will not marry even the princess. In short, I will never get married in this life."

Yuchi Ming asked in surprise: "Why!"

"Well, women will affect my speed of drawing my sword."
Chapter completed!