As a genius, I am the weakest in my family?

After returning from Xibohou Mansion, Chen A'man dawdled for a long time.

Seeing that it was getting darker, he gritted his teeth and walked towards the Wu'an Marquis Mansion not far away.

As one of the eighteen princes of the Tang Dynasty, his steps were somewhat heavy when he asked his old brother to borrow money to open a brothel.

Inside the gate, Chen Zhian touched the storage ring that he had just warmed up in his hand, and silently cheered for Chen Aman!

What's face?

For the money, not shabby!

After seeing his father off and chatting with his younger sister Chen Zhidong for a while, Chen Zhian walked happily back to his study.

He couldn't wait to dig out Wei Laosan's belongings.

When Chen Zhian learned that Wei Lao San had entered the Xiantian realm, his surprise was genuine. After all...

This storage ring requires vital energy to open.

With the background of the Hejian Wei family, once Wei Lao San becomes a practitioner of the innate realm, the things in his storage ring will certainly not be shabby.

As a brother, isn’t Wei Laosan’s storage ring his storage ring?

To mobilize the Qi and blood in his body, Chen Zhian twisted the storage ring with his hand, and the blood and Qi were transformed into vital energy lingering at his fingertips.

After a while, I heard a slight sound like the tearing of straw paper...

"Hey, it's done!"

Chen Zhian rubbed his hands, then turned his wrist, and an exquisite small box appeared out of thin air on the table.

Open the box.

A faint fragrance wafts into the air.

Everywhere you look, you'll see colorful flowers...

Chen Zhian was stunned.

Pick up a piece and examine it carefully.

If nothing unexpected happens...

This is the underwear of Li Lanqing, the most beautiful lady in Chang'an City. Why are you so sure?

Because the original owner had peeled off...

I picked up another one, it was Xiaoxue’s.

Still not giving up, he picked up another one, which was a small water droplet.

After a long time...

Chen Zhian slumped in his chair.

The whole study was filled with familiar smells.

really!

Birds of a feather flock together!

The reason why Wei Laosan and the original owner can get along well with each other, apart from a little bit of ill intentions, is probably because they really have the same bad taste.

Chen Zhian thought of another close friend, put his underwear back into the box, quietly took out his pen, ink, paper and inkstone and began to write a letter.

"Dear Cheng'an: I got a great treasure. See you at Qinglefang tomorrow at noon!"

After sealing the letter, Chen Zhian called Chen Zheng and asked him to make sure to deliver it to the Third Prince's residence overnight and hand it to Li Chengan personally.

Chen Zheng was filled with joy. He patted his chest and promised to complete the task, then ran out.

Ever since the young master was locked up in jail for a night, he hasn't been very close to them since he came back. You know, they were inseparable before.

When visiting brothels, the young master ate meat, and the two brothers could at least have some soup.

Today I accidentally heard the master sighing that the young master has turned over a new leaf and grown up.

The two brothers were very depressed.

I thought I would part ways with the good sisters in the brothel from now on.

I didn't realize it's not even night yet.

The young master asked him to deliver a letter to the Third Prince.

Isn't that settled?

With the third prince around, I can turn over a new leaf!

Chen Zhian called Chen Yi to the study again. The master and servant chatted for a long time, and Chen Yi left with a sinister smile on his face.

Everyone has his use.

Just like even a torn piece of underwear always has a place to go.

Since you want to open a brothel, you naturally have to use your two lackeys.

They are not good at anything else, but they have rich experience in hanging out with all kinds of people.

Which girls in Chang'an city are the most beautiful? Menqinger.

Moreover, they are the private descendants of the Chenliu Marquis Mansion and have been serving since their great-grandfather's generation. There is absolutely no problem with their loyalty.

Get tomorrow's affairs in order.

Chen Zhian was lying on the desk again, writing furiously, checking for omissions and filling in the gaps, and every word between the lines was about making money.

Outside the study, Chen Ah Man held a few banknotes in his hand, looking at his reflection in the window with a sense of comfort...

My son has really grown up and started to study hard!

.......

Jinke Lane in Chang'an City.

A carriage slowly drove towards the Yang Mansion at the other end of the alley.

In the carriage.

The second son of the Yang family was drunk, and there was a hint of grievance on his face.

He thought he had done his best in setting up the scheme this time. He had the clues connected tightly together and was able to manipulate the Chenliu Marquis' Mansion and the Xibo Marquis' Mansion at his fingertips.

Although the killer did not kill Chen Zhian in the street as planned...

But the result is not unacceptable.

After all, Chen Zhian was sent to the Sky Prison.

As for the fact that the old witch Lady Yu came to the palace to file a complaint at night and tried to smooth things over with His Majesty, in his opinion, this was all unpredictable will of heaven.

The failure of the plan was not war’s fault, but God’s will!

He was not convinced that the Crown Prince had taken his anger out on him before.

I feel very wronged!

So after coming out of the East Palace, he turned around and slipped into Qinglefang, where he had a drink alone.

Thinking about the past scenes of playing with Chen Zhian, Yang Xianxian couldn't help but feel a little irritated. Many thoughts came up and down, and finally turned into a sentence "Once you are in the world, you have no choice!"

"laugh!"

A sneer suddenly rang out in the carriage, the sound as clear as a bell, like an ignorant girl hearing an extremely funny joke.

Listen to this sound.

Yang Xianxian was slightly stunned.

Turned his head suddenly.

In the corner of the carriage, a girl in red was looking at him with a smile.

The two dimples are quite nice.

He didn't remember bringing a girl home tonight!

So......

Who is she?

When did you get on the carriage?

The girl lifted her hair and said, "I heard that you lost a killer?"

Yang Xianxian was silent.

Losing the killer is a pain that he cannot touch today.

If someone else dared to say this in his ear, he would let this guy know what cruelty is.

But this little girl is so cute...

Restraining his anger, Yang Xianxian asked in a deep voice: "Who are you, where are you from, and what do you want to do?"

"Well, who am I?"

The little girl tilted her head and thought for a moment, then suddenly said happily: "I am an unemotional killer. The one you lost was my brother who depended on me for life. I came here to avenge him..."

As the little girl spoke, she pointed her finger, and the vast energy like the ocean instantly submerged Yang Xianxian.

"Pfft!"

Yang Xianxian was struck hard and spat out a mouthful of blood. His brocade clothes were torn into pieces by the surging vital energy and he looked extremely miserable.

"Sorry, I didn't expect you to be so weak!"

The little girl stuck out her tongue, raised her fist and said fiercely: "Don't lose your brother again next time, or someone will die."

suddenly.

She moved her ears slightly, muttered "stinky old man" sullenly, and disappeared instantly.

Yang Xianxian coughed up another mouthful of blood, curled up in the corner, his face full of fear.

The little girl looked no more than fourteen or fifteen years old, but her cultivation had reached an unfathomable depth.

With a casual wave of his finger, the vast sea of vital energy was almost as strong as that of a strong man in the Void Transformation Realm.

even,

In Yang Xianxian's memory, even a strong person in the Void Transformation Realm seemed unable to do it so effortlessly.

If the little girl wanted to kill him, he would probably be a corpse now.

No wonder the killer didn't show up.

Even his sister is so strong, so how could he, as a brother, assassinate a useless person who is not even a cultivator?

Masters are always proud and have their own arrogance.

It's not that I can't kill him, but I don't want to do it...

"Young man, I heard...you lost a killer?"

Just when Yang Xianxian was filled with fear.

A hoarse voice like that of a drake sounded slowly.

Yang Xianxian's body stiffened.

Hearing this familiar question, he suddenly felt that he was in trouble.

He raised his head with difficulty and saw an old man hunched over in the place where the little girl had sat before, looking at him quietly.

After a long silence, Yang Xianxian asked with a smile: "Who...is his relative?"