My husband, please respect yourself. The princess is here to grab the bride.

As the young master of the Silver Hook Casino,

A martial arts master above the third rank!

He has inherited 70% of his father's skills in iron painting and silver hook painting!

He Xiaofeng has always been proud.

There are only a handful of people in Xiling City who can pat him on the shoulder!

But now, the driver just casually patted him on the shoulder and asked if he needed a doorman...

He Xiaofeng felt a little uncomfortable.

He took Zhao Xiaoshu to the guest room next door.

"I'm enough to be the doorman. Aren't you Bai... Master Bai's coachman?"

"I'll guard the gate of the Princess's Mansion, and you'll set up the young master's carriage. We each do our own thing. Isn't this a good idea?"

Zhao Xiaoshu sat down carefully, looked at the exquisite furnishings in the guest room, and envy flashed in his eyes again.

"You're still a better porter."

"Look here, how comfortable this chair is. Is it inlaid with gold?"

Zhao Xiaoshu reached out and touched it carefully. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, these cushions are soft. These porcelains... I'm afraid they are royal tributes fired in the Ding kiln..."

He swallowed his saliva, looked up at He Xiaofeng, and suddenly stood up. He stretched out his hand to straighten He Xiaofeng's collar, touched the material, and his wretched eyes gleamed:

"From the young master?"

"This material probably costs ten taels of silver per piece!"

"Look at the craftsmanship...it fits so perfectly, I guess a tailor came to your house and made it just for you, right?"

"I say, what's the doorman?"

He Xiaofeng is in a terrible state!

"Call me Mr. He!"

Zhao Xiaoshu immediately laughed, patted He Xiaofeng on the shoulder, and said slyly:

"It seems you've been working as a doorman at the Princess's Mansion for some time now. Life here is so comfortable that you've forgotten your former poverty, right?"

"this is not your fault!"

"If I stayed here longer, I would think I was a young master too."

"But I'm more sober than you. I definitely wouldn't dare to pretend to be a young master in this place... After all, there really are young masters here!"

"But if I go back to the village, well, I'll wear your clothes and strut around the village like a stuntman. What's that called?"

"It seems to be called Returning Home in Glory... Yes, it is Returning Home in Glory!"

"Those people in the village are so ignorant. Seeing how I behave, I'm afraid they'll call me Young Master Zhao..."

Zhao Xiaoshu waved his hand: "It's just the two of us here, stop pretending. Don't look at me mending my clothes now, I might be dressed better than you one day."

"I won't look down on you!"

"Why should the coachman trouble the porter?"

He Xiaofeng was dumbfounded: "...No,"

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about,"

Zhao Xiaoshu sat down at the tea table again. "We all work for the Young Master and the Fourth Young Master. The Young Master is very generous, and the Fourth Young Master... is very loyal."

"Come, come, come, He, come and sit down."

"You look younger than me. You haven't been in the sun for a long time since you've been working as a doorman, so you look fairer than me."

"From now on, you can call me Brother Xiaoshu, and I will call you...what's your name?"

"...My name is He Xiaofeng."

"Oh, we both have a nickname, so I'll call you Brother Feng."

"Brother Feng, can you make a pot of tea for me to try?"

He Xiaofeng swallowed his saliva and looked at the wretched guy sitting opposite him. He suddenly found that he had no way to prove that he was really the young master of the He family.

Well, I'm really a concierge now!

He Xiaofeng really made a pot of tea.

"Zhao carriage,"

"Call Brother Xiaoshu!"

"I say, Zhao Mache, who asked you to deliver a letter to Master Bai?"

"Shh...!"

Zhao Xiaoshu put his fingers in front of his mouth, looked around, stood up, ran to close the door.

He Xiaofeng was surprised. How could this matter be so mysterious?

Zhao Xiaoshu returned to the tea table and sat down, leaning over and whispering:

"Brother Feng, this matter is known to you and me, and we must not let it get out, otherwise neither of us will be in trouble!"

He Xiaofeng was shocked and thought, this is not the emperor's edict. I just asked who sent the letter to Bai Shaoqiu.

"Our young master is the son-in-law of the prince's mansion and the husband of Princess Changying. Is that correct?"

He Xiaofeng nodded.

"Let me tell you, our young master..."

Zhao Xiaoshu looked around again and his voice became even lower. This made He Xiaofeng feel a little nervous.

"What happened to the young master?"

"Hey, man,"

Zhao Xiaoshu smiled that obscene smile again: "Young Master has a lover outside!"

He Xiaofeng's eyes widened immediately: "...How is this possible? He doesn't want to live anymore?"

"Shh... That's why I told you that this must not be spread!"

He Xiaofeng also leaned over, and their heads almost touched each other.

"The person who wrote the letter is the young master's lover?"

"Isn't it?"

"That girl asked me to deliver this letter to the young master... She knew about the attack on the young master, and expressed her worry and longing in this letter!"

He Xiaofeng swallowed again: "What's the girl's name?"

"Lazy...we all call her Miss Lazy, she's so pretty!"

Zhao Xiaoshu winked at He Xiaofeng and said, "Young Master is so lucky. Miss Lazy is like a fairy from heaven!"

He Xiaofeng: "...How do you know this lazy girl?"

"Hey, everyone in our village is tenant of that lazy girl. I heard that this lazy girl has countless good fields at home!"

"Mr. Bai is so lucky!"

"The one inside this house is the princess of a royal palace. The one outside this house is the daughter of a wealthy landowner."

"What's this called?"

"This is what it means to have power, wealth, and land!"

Zhao Xiaoshu knocked on the table and said, "May you be blessed with great fortune!"

"You serve as the young master's doorman, and I will drive him. The maids in this mansion are all very smart... I say, if you serve the young master well, maybe we can even marry one to warm our bed."

"The water is boiling, put in the tea!"

He Xiaofeng was a little puzzled.

Zhao Xiaoshu's words and expression didn't sound fake.

Is Bai Shaoqiu so brave?

If the palace knew about this, how could Bai Shaoqiu survive?

Besides, Princess Changying is already a beauty and has excellent martial arts skills. How dare Bai Shaoqiu go out hunting for food?

You are so brave!

Zhao Xiaoshu looked at He Xiaofeng's face full of doubts, and whispered mysteriously:

"Don't believe it? It doesn't matter if you don't believe it. When the young master's injury is healed, I will say a few good words for you in front of the young master. Maybe the young master will take you to Miss Lazy's home."

He Xiaofeng had no choice but to believe it.

He was more curious about this than about Bai Shaoqiu's martial arts training!

He poured tea and handed a cup to Zhao Xiaoshu very politely:

"Um...Brother Xiaoshu, don't forget this!"

Zhao Xiaoshu took the teacup and patted his chest, "Don't worry, I'll leave this to you, Brother Xiaoshu."

He had just blown on the tea in the cup when the door creaked open.

Bai Shaoqiu walked in with a cane.

Zhao Xiaoshu quickly put down the teacup, stood up, and rushed to Bai Shaoqiu in a few steps, reaching out to support Bai Shaoqiu:

"Master, your legs are not convenient. Just call me and I will come to you immediately. How can I let you walk?"

Bai Shaoqiu looked at Zhao Xiaoshu, "Where's the letter?"

"Come, come, let me help the young master sit down first."

As He Xiaofeng was looking at him in shock, Zhao Xiaoshu walked over slowly, supporting Bai Shaoqiu.

Bai Shaoqiu sat down, and Zhao Xiaoshu took out a letter from his arms and handed it respectfully to Bai Shaoqiu.

Smiling charmingly:

"Master, rest assured and recover from your injuries. I will carry you on my back while you're at home. If you need to go out, I will be more careful when driving the carriage!"