Nian Huajiao: The cold-faced treacherous minister spoiled her unconditionally after breaking his vow

She said distressedly: "Uncle, this is not our fault. It's because those people are too vicious."

"Only if we take good care of ourselves can we send them to hell one by one and never let them get out of this situation."

Wu Yang stared ahead with his eyes bloodshot.

Without the Wu family, there would be no Wu Yang.

If this is true, there are some things he must do as soon as possible...

He withdrew his gaze and looked at Jiang Luo with gentle eyes: "Yaoyao is right, Third Uncle will listen to you. If someone really wants to attack the Wu family, Third Uncle will kill him with his own hands." But his words were extremely sharp.

Jiang Luo nodded heavily.

She asked again: "How long will Third Uncle stay in Yongjing?"

"Three days at most. Before I left, your uncle repeatedly told me to bring back your current situation and important matters as soon as possible so that our family could prepare."

Jiang Luo felt warm in her heart, she thought so too.

It’s not that she didn’t want her third uncle to stay a few more days, but the matter was urgent and there were too many preparations to make.

The Wu family now has extensive roots in Jiangnan, with shops spread throughout the Dayong Dynasty.

If you want to investigate, you have to investigate thoroughly.

Better to uproot it.

All this takes time.

She thought for a moment and said, "When the third uncle returns, tell the two uncles to start collecting grain from now on. Collect as much grain as possible without affecting the price of grain."

"What does Yaoyao mean? Why buy so much food?" Wu Yang was a little confused.

It wasn't because of the money.

The thing the Wu family has the most is money.

As long as it could make Yaoyao happy, he would not hesitate to buy food or even throw it away.

He just simply couldn't figure it out.

Today is a time of peace and prosperity, Dayong is prosperous and stable, and the people live and work in peace and contentment.

There is no news from the border that Dayong will go to war...

Yaoyao, what does this mean?

"Third uncle, just pass on the message. Yaoyao will let me know when it's useful."

She didn't want to say more.

She was afraid that she would be punished by God if she revealed the secret.

If that's the case, she will have to bear the consequences alone.

If she remembered correctly, it was the first winter when she returned to the Duke's Mansion in her previous life.

Heavy snowfall in Sichuan for several days killed almost 90% of the crops and caused many avalanches.

The people in Shu were poorly clothed and hungry, and the cold winter froze countless people to death.

Countless people left their homes.

The refugees who had drifted to Yongjing City were all so emaciated that they didn't even have the strength to walk.

Now that she knew everything, if she could help out in this new life, it would be a way of thanking God for having mercy on her.

Besides that, she also wanted to do something for the Wu family...

Wu Yang nodded thoughtfully and replied lovingly, "In that case, Third Uncle will listen to Yaoyao."

Jiang Luo looked at his third uncle in front of him and smiled.

She was really happy at this moment.

There is a sense of relief and joy as if the clouds have finally cleared and the moon is visible.

It was a feeling she had never experienced in her previous life.

It’s nice to have someone love you.

At this time, three more people came into the courtyard.

It was Zhu Qing, the servant beside Wu Yang, who came over with two people dressed as maids.

"Third Master, the people are here." He said respectfully.

The two men knelt down and kowtowed.

Zhu Qing knelt down in front of Jiang Luo, put his hand to his forehead and said, "I am Zhu Qing, and I am here to meet my cousin."

"Get up." Jiang Luo raised his hand with a smile.

Wu Yang pointed at the two people kneeling on the ground, turned to Jiang Luo and said, "The person you asked for in the letter, your uncle has brought you."

"My servant Wangyou greets the young lady, and my servant Nanxing greets the young lady." The two said in unison.

Zhu Qing also hurriedly took out the death contract between the two from his sleeve and handed it to Jiang Luo.

The so-called death contract means that you are a member of the master's family while alive and a ghost of the master's family after death.

"Both of them are born in the Wu family. Their families have been in the Wu mansion for generations. They are the most loyal and reliable people." Wu Yang introduced slowly.

Jiang Luo looked at the indenture in his hand and nodded.

Having someone on your side makes some things much easier to do.

Wu Yang added: "This Nanxing is a martial arts expert. He was originally trained by your uncle specifically for you to protect you in the dark. Now he is really useful."

A few years ago, he even laughed at his elder brother for this matter.

They laughed at him for only daring to secretly keep a woman in Jiangnan for free, but not daring to send her to Yaoyao.

Now he feels that his elder brother is more far-sighted.

I never thought that one day it would be useful.

"I, your servant Nanxing, swear to protect the young lady with my life and will never let her fall into danger." The maid named Nanxing stared at Jiang Luo and said loudly.

She was half a head taller than Wangyou who was standing next to her. She spoke with full energy and it was obvious that she was a martial artist.

"Third Master, I'm still here!" Wangyou said.

The group traveled thousands of miles, and all the headaches and fevers they had along the way were treated and prescribed by Doctor Wangyou.

Besides, Wu Yang is not as strict as Wu Song and Wu Bai.

After spending some time together, the two were no longer as reserved as when they first arrived.

"By the way, there's also Wangyou. Your second uncle spent a lot of money to place her with Doctor Bai to learn medical skills. I'll keep her with you in the future just in case." Wu Yang said with a hint of meaning.

How could Jiang Luo not understand what he meant.

She looked at the two of them and said, "Yaoyao has caused trouble for the uncles."

Then he raised his hand to the two of them and said, "Get up. You came to Yongjing from Jiangnan, which you have known since childhood, all for me. From now on, I will be the master and you will be the servants. Only when I am well will you be well."

The two of them hurriedly replied: "Yes, we will serve you well and be loyal to you in the future."

Wu Yang waved his hand, and Zhu Qing led the two of them to retreat.

He looked at the imposing little girl and felt much more at ease.

I can't stay in Yongjing for long this time. Seeing that the little girl has the ability to protect herself is more important than anything else.

Now with the help of these two people, we are even more powerful.

Although their relatives are far away in the south of the Yangtze River, they can put their worries to rest to some extent.

After the three of them left, Jiang Luo hesitated and said, "Third Uncle, I have one more thing to ask of you."

"Yaoyao, just say it. As long as your third uncle can do it, I will agree to anything you want." Wu Yang waved his hand and replied proudly.

Jiang Luo blushed a little, but still walked up to him and whispered...

Wu Yang looked at her strangely: "Yaoyao, are you sure you want to do this?"

Jiang Luo nodded firmly and said, "Uncle, just tell me whether you will help Yaoyao or not?"

"Help, help, help... Leave it to me." He replied somewhat uncomfortably.

After explaining the important things, Wu Yang took Jiang Luo to the house to see the gifts that the Wu family had carefully prepared for her...

In the Jinyiwei dungeon, Lord Lu, the Jinyiwei commander who had been recuperating from illness for more than a month, finally took up duty today.

There was not a single ray of light in the dark dungeon.

Only by relying on the candles burning on the wall all day long can we get a general idea of ​​its appearance.

After a whole day of cleaning, the place was still filled with the strong smell of blood and the pungent smell of burnt flesh.

"Ah~" a scream rang out.

"Tell me, is it him?" Chen Fei pointed at Qin Yu fiercely and tortured the man on the rack.