A large carriage pulled by 12 horses

  Wang's family took a deep breath and asked: "Young lady, may I ask what is your relationship with this young man?"

  The faintly flowing dim light seemed to not only doubt the identity of this young master, but also hinted at whether his appearance in Huayexuan's house represented an unmentionable relationship.

  Xiao Muzi's face turned red with rage: "His mother has nothing to do with these people!"

  Annoying flower boy, how did another one come out to compete with Xiao Mu Mu for favor?

  Dark and piercing eyes glanced over, colliding with the enchanting beauty's unfathomable and demonic gaze in mid-air.

  Ideas spark in all directions.

  Hua Yu Yan seemed to have not seen her son's little movement, and her slender eyebrows flew diagonally: "You mean him? He just came to deliver a carriage for me."

  Is it a horse-drawn carriage?

  Her enchanting purple eyes narrowed into two curved arcs, with a bottomless pit of black at the bottom.

  The little book boy, who was busy pulling out the two hidden needles on his wrist, heard this and rushed up, opening his mouth to argue with Hua Xiuyan: When did my master say he wanted to give you a horse carriage?!

  Wang saw this and secretly rejoiced: It seems that the relationship between these two is nothing special. Otherwise, how would this man's book boy dare to be disrespectful to Hua Yexi?

  "Slow, little dove." A crimson cloak, like a lotus flower in flames, gently covered the small book boy's mouth. His eyebrows, which were too beautiful to be true, slightly raised, and his voice was unexpectedly elegant and refined, just like that of a well-bred young nobleman. This completely mismatched with his demonic appearance and fiery cloak, making one even more suspect of his identity. The voice slowly repeated Hua Xiyan's words, "I am here to deliver the carriage for the young mistress."

  "Your Excellency?!" Little Book Boy exclaimed in surprise.

  Facing all the curious onlookers, a rich and enchanting voice rang out: "I have prepared for the young lady a four-wheeled carriage pulled by twelve spirited horses."

  All around, inside the courtyard, there was a sudden burst of noise.

  As the saying goes, even an emperor's carriage doesn't need more than eight horses. Twelve horses? Who is this person?

  A big crowd of eyeballs almost fell off. Never heard that the waste of Huajia knew the wealthy family. Moreover, it's not just a matter of being rich and wealthy. Dare to drive a carriage with twelve horses in front of the emperor?

  Wang's face was like being struck by lightning, his body swaying back and forth. Immediately afterwards, he turned around with a small servant girl and hastily departed the dilapidated courtyard, jumping into a carriage.

  Must rush back to report!

  Looking at the speed of Wang's escape, Hua Xiyue raised an eyebrow. Perhaps other villagers thought this handsome man was boasting, who would believe that someone really dared to drive a chariot pulled by twelve horses under the emperor? But Wang believed it. Why?

  It seems that even Wang's family or Hua's family dare not guarantee the identity of this mysterious man.

  A fiery red cloak, like a blooming hibiscus standing in her courtyard. Looking up at him like this, the man was truly beautiful, so beautiful that it was excessive and enchanting, making one's blood vessels swell with excitement.

  Especially that slightly hooked nose, narrow and long like a fox's eyes, fiery red lips, and the robe, with those gorgeous embroidered flowers on the crimson satin, no matter how you look at it, it's all sinister.

  "Big sister." The seductive fox eyes met her gaze and narrowed in a friendly manner.

  Like a dog wagging its tail.

  "Faintly withdrawing her gaze: 'Is the carriage ready?'"

  The delicate and honest little book boy had an angry look on his face: My master gave you a horse-drawn carriage, but you didn't even say thank you.

  Huā Yù Yán turned her head, stretched out her hand and patted the back of her son's little brain who was thinking about fighting with a handsome young man: "Tonight, if you dare to get it wrong again that 'the beginning is like jade', from now on, I'll give all the filling of the buns to Nini to eat, and you're only responsible for eating the bun skin."

  Xiao Mugui dares to be angry but not dare to speak, buries his head in the "Three Character Classic" book.

  "My son has to carry books on his back, you prepare your horse carriage and come notify me again." A sentence that sends the guest away.

  How dare you! Xiaoshutong's indignation was overflowing, and he rolled up his sleeves.

  "Slow!" Lord Hu's robe once again covered Xiao Shu Tong's mouth, with a smiling and narrowed eyes that were deep and unfathomable. "Please give me one day to prepare, I will definitely prepare the best carriage for you, young lady."

  "At first, people are like little pigs!" The tender and crisp children's voices echoed loudly in the small courtyard, trying to drown out Hua Mei Nan's voice.

  Knock!

  "Mother!" Complaining.

  "A bun for Nini."

  "Mother!" The little foodie shrieked as if he had encountered the most disastrous event in his life.

  Two scarlet sleeves fluttered up, tracing a leisurely and interesting arc as they slowly walked out of the courtyard. Xiao Shu Tong followed behind, jumping up and down: Master, you can't really follow her will. You can't become her slave.

  The master in front suddenly turned around, and his enchanting purple eyes sparkled under the light.

  Xiao Shu Tong covered her mouth with both hands, barely holding back a deep sense of horror.

  In less than two days, twelve white horses, uniform and neat, were divided into six rows, with reins and carriage shafts connected in between. Finally, at the back was a horse-drawn carriage as big as a mobile house.

  The carriage was too big to enter the narrow village road. Huayexiang took her son, carried the luggage for traveling outside, and walked out of the other courtyard where she had been hiding for six years.

  The villagers gathered around the carriage but didn't dare to get close.

  Walking up to the luxurious carriage, even the fastidious Xiao Mu couldn't help but widen his eyes slightly.

  What an ostentatious carriage, this handsome man must be very rich.

  The handsome young man with a red face proudly asked the mother and son, "Is this carriage I've sent satisfactory to you, young master and miss?"

  "Not bad."

  Boasting won't make you lose hair.

  Xiao Shu Tong jumped off the carriage and handed over the whip in his hand to Hua Xi Yan and her mother.

  Huā Yù Rǎn let her son get on the carriage, then she lightly jumped up herself. With a whip in hand, she pointed at the red-robed handsome young man who was about to follow her onto the carriage, pointing it right at his nose: "Who told you to get on?"

  The enchanting purple eyes stared blankly: As if there wasn't.

  But isn't this the car he gave her?

  "Who allowed you to get on? You dare to get on?" The sole of the shoe went sideways, leaving a footprint on the excessively handsome and charming face of the man.

  The bridge of his nose was kicked right in the middle, and the red-robed beauty's face flew out. Xiao Shu Tong stretched out a hand to hug him, and together with his master, they fell into the mud.

  The little book boy scolded angrily: "This is the car that our family's master gave you, why don't you let my master get on when he wants to!"

  "What's with that?" Seemingly having heard a ridiculous joke, the curved arc of her lips rose slightly, twisting out a hint of coolness that made people tremble at the sight. "Your family's master sending me a carriage is only natural."

  What?

  "Why on earth would our master give you a horse carriage for no reason?!"

  "This is for you to consider. If someone had been lying on the wall of your house for two days, peeking at the women in your family while they were dressing and bathing, would it be enough just to send them away with a warning? If you don't feel grateful this time, next time it won't just be one carriage, I'll have you beaten to death first!" The whip in his hand was raised high, shining like a divine instrument of justice under the sunlight.

  The little book boy closed his eyelids tightly in fright.

  No more idle chatter with these people. With a crack of the whip, the twelve fine horses galloped forth in unison, their majestic formation sending up clouds of dust as they sped away in an instant.

  Coughing, the handsome man with a mouthful of sand and soil slowly lifted up a face full of sand.

  Xiao Shu's heart ached and he cried out: "Master, are you alright?"

  "Chase, must chase."

  "Sir, you want to chase?"

  This black-hearted woman, this ugly hag who is like a tigress.

  The little book boy handed a handkerchief to the handsome man to wipe off the mud on his face.

  Coughing, he finally spat out the lump of soil stuck in his throat. Hua Meihan wiped the sinister corner of his mouth: "Heartless enough, ruthless enough. This kick was well done."

  Xiao Shu Tong foolishly said: Oh no, her master's head is ruined from that kick.

  Digression

  The next chapter is where the big shots make their appearance, (*^__^*)