After listening to Qiuyue's words, Mr. Jia didn't say anything for a long time. As the saying goes, "Sir should treat each other with admiration for three days, but after only one day, the mother and her mother became distinguished guests in the mansion. This change is too fast, right?

Chen Xu and his son walked towards him, Chen Ying'er was dressed in a coarse cloth. Chen Xu was still dressed in a green suit, but Butler Jia changed from Uncle Jia to a third grandson. He covered his face with his hands to figure out the true meaning of a flattering smile. When his smile was fixed, he placed it directly in front of Chen Xu's mother.

"Ying'er, why didn't you tell me when you were uncomfortable last night? It's also my fault for not considering the problem. Now I have asked someone to arrange a guest room, so I'll take you there." Butler Jia spoke as if the secretary blamed the leader for not having a good rest.

Chen Xu glanced at Butler Jia, and did not feel flattered or ridiculed. He seemed to be calm as if the other party was a completely irrelevant stranger. The most hurtful emotional weapon in the world is not the distinct love and hate, but the indifferent. Butler Jia hit a soft nail, and the smile that was squeezed out froze on his face.

"Sister Qiuyue, please take us there." Chen Xu said to Qiuyue.

"You...just call me Qiuyue," Qiuyue looked a little embarrassed. She walked to Chen Ying'er without any pretentiousness and held her arm, "Madam, I will help you."

Chen Ying'er's restraint disappeared intovisibility with her smile like autumn moon and spring breeze.

What's going on?

Butler Jia opened his mouth again. With Qiuyue's status in the mansion, she needed to please a woman like Chen Ying'er? He glanced at Chen Xu and suddenly realized that Chen Xu could make the eldest lady Qingmi. To put it simply, he is a "potential stock". He was like helping him before he became famous. When he jumped on the dragon gate, he would never forget this kindness? Prepare for the future. This is called emotional investment.

Thinking about this, Mr. Jia was impressed by Qiuyue. No wonder he could become the old lady's favorite maid.

"Ying'er, you can live in the mansion with peace of mind. Just talk about what you need, don't treat my uncle as an outsider."

There are thousands of servants in the Duke's Mansion, and there are only a few in charge of the business. The fierce competition can be imagined. It is necessary for Mr. Jia to stand out, and the most important thing is that he can correct his mistakes, especially if he can pull his face down.

"Your father was an official in the capital, and I often hug you," flattering to the highest level makes people feel uncomfortable without feeling numb. "I remember you were still a little girl at that time, wearing two small buns..."

Chen Ying'er's memory of the capital was vague. She couldn't even remember where her home was. When she heard Butler Jia talk about the old things, she thought that her parents had already passed away, and things were neither humans nor humans. She was filled with emotion, and tears faintly appeared in her eyes.

"Your father is the person I respect the most, I never thought of him...ah..."

Butler Jia also cried with her, but I don’t know how much false he was, so Chen Xu was too lazy to pay attention to him.

Qiuyue really didn't know that Chen Ying'er was the daughter of an official family, but she didn't think about too much utilitarianism. She took out her own handkerchief and gently wiped away the tears falling from the corners of Chen Ying'er's eyes. Chen Xu heard Qiuyue comfort her mother with a warm speech, and he felt happy that her mother should really have a maid. As for Butler Jia, he only hated that she was not a woman and could not make such intimate actions. However, men had the advantage of men. He looked at Chen Xu and said, "Xiao Xu, when I saw you at first, I knew you were not a mediocre child."

Chen Xu: "..."

Mr. Jia took Chen Xu and others through a round hole door, and turned left along the Baishi Road to the room arranged for him. The guest room was divided into two insides and outside. The room was a study room, and facing east, next to the courtyard was a row of bright corner windows, with desks and chairs placed under the window. Famous calligraphy and paintings hung on the walls of the windows. Along the wall were coffee tables, chairs, bookshelfs, etc., and facing north, there were a row of bright corner windows. When you opened the window, you could see the blooming autumn chrysanthemums in the courtyard. A wooden bed was placed against the wall. Chen Xu touched the bed, and there was no trace of dust.

The inner room is a bedroom, with curtains hanging around the antique wooden bed, and dressing tables and other items placed at the end of the bed. A screen is separated from the room, and behind the screen are daily living items such as bathtubs.

"Ying'er, is this room still satisfactory?" asked Mr. Jia.

Chen Ying'er touched the brocade quilt on the bed. She could actually enjoy the treatment that the Zhou Mansion had never enjoyed in the Duke's Mansion. She had the illusion that she was unreal and was still immersed in her sleep at this time. Otherwise, how could her son be so capable?

Housekeeper Jia and Qiuyue left one after another. Chen Xu sat by the bed and looked at her sleeping mother and the tears at the corners of her eyes, and felt a lot of emotion. Every girl had a dream in her childhood, dreaming of the prince charming in her heart, and her mother was no exception. But her dream was too short and she was crushed by the cruel reality before she even fell into her dream. The reason was that her son was born prematurely.

Chen Xu thought about this question. There may be multiple factors in premature birth. He never believed the fact that the mother, who was recognized by the Zhou family, had a secret fetus before getting married. It doesn’t matter whether Chen Xu recognizes the man in the Zhou family as his father. The key is his mother. Do you really want his mother to be a widow?

Chen Xu said that he wanted those people in the Zhou family to crawl at their mother's feet. Meeting Yang Yunrui was just taking the first step towards his goal. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but touch Qin Mengyao's jade bracelet...

In the residence of Ling Yuehua of the Duke's Mansion, Yang Yunrui sat on a bamboo chair in the side hall. In front of him were four followers who had fought with Chen Xu.

"Hui Fan, you were the first to fight Chen Xu. What do you think of his kung fu?"

Yang Yunrui's four followers were orphans adopted by the Yang family. They were all named Yang's surname, with more distinctive names, namely Huifan, Huibing, Huimian and Huicai.

"Young Master, his boxing skills are very... very strange," Hui Fan recalled the scene of the fight at that time. "Young Master, you have taught us that if you have the heart, he will definitely not be able to fight back. But Chen Xu's seemingly light slap, and he only felt a great force breaking my strength, and then he stood up."

"Where are you?" Yang Yunrui looked at Hui Bing and asked.

"He took action very quickly, and we didn't have time to react, but he didn't seem to have much strength. He used skillful energy to fight us, and there was also," Hui Bing said with some difficulty, "He seemed to show mercy."

Hui Bing and the other four were trained by Yang Yunrui. Even if they faced second- and third-rate masters in the world, they still had the power to fight. Today, they had to show mercy by a servant without strength, which was embarrassing to say it.

"The young ones feel this way."

"He is so kind? His moves against the young master were fatal, leaving no room for anything." Huicai didn't agree with Huimian's words very much.

"He did show mercy and fight with me. Although he had a killer move, he had no intention of killing." After a pause, Yang Yunrui continued, "If it weren't for this, the one who fell out of the door would be a corpse." Yang Yunrui's words were full of arrogance, but the strangeness in his heart did not weaken at all.

Chen Xu's skillful moves are definitely not just starting to practice martial arts. If he can reach such a state, how could he not know the truth that whether he practices martial arts or not, and that he will be empty until he is old? Also, his skill of using softness to overcome hardness is whether he is a sudden enlightenment or has a complete system? If it is the latter, he is even qualified to establish a sect.
Chapter completed!