Eighth Sister was more beautiful than he had imagined. She was peerless and beautiful.
"Prince, Eighth Miss and the others are here!”Sword Nine took the lead to welcome Zhao Xuan.
Zhao Xuan nodded. Seeing that Jian Jiu wanted to say something but hesitated, he asked,""Is there anything else?"
Sword Nine stepped forward and whispered into Zhao Xuan's ear about the conflict with the Shi family.
Then, Zhao Xuan looked at Yang Bamei and smiled.""Everyone has come from afar from the border. You must have had a hard time traveling all the way! My father ordered me to wait here. I wonder how Old She is doing?”
"Aiya, aren't you guys annoying? You're still so polite when you meet. Your name is Zhao Xuan, right? She's Yang Bamei, your fiancée! You are Eighth Sister's fiancé, and you will be the son-in-law of the Yang Family in the future! I'm Yang Paifeng, the fire girl of the Yang family. Behind me are the people of our Yang family."
Yang Paifeng saw Zhao Xuan and Yang Bamei introducing themselves to each other and couldn't help but expose this thin layer of window paper.
"Exhausting!" Eighth Sister called out to Yang Paifeng coquettishly, her face blushing.
Yang Bamei was naturally the one who felt awkward. As for Zhao Xuan, he was only thinking about how to start the match.
Now that Yang Paifeng had broken through this layer of window paper, Zhao Xuan was too lazy to maintain it.
"Yes, what Paifeng said is right. We're all family, so there's no need to be so polite! Let's go, Eighth Sister, let's enter the city first!”Zhao Xuan said naturally.
After that, Zhao Xuan mounted his warhorse. Looking at his handsome warhorse, Yang Bamei and the others had a hint of envy in their eyes.
For warriors on the battlefield, what they liked the most was a batch of good warhorses. To them, they were undoubtedly their closest comrades.
"Wow, Zhao Xuan, did you bring these black armored knights? What kind of horses were they riding? So big?" Yang Paifeng didn't care about that and directly asked Zhao Xuan.
In fact, improving horse breeds was not as easy as one might imagine. Without decades of screening, it was difficult for mixed-blood horses to achieve the common advantages of all horse breeds.
Only someone like Zhao Xuan, who had a salted fish system, had forcefully used a cheat to create the best horse breed and then bred it from generation to generation. This was how these high-quality Frisian horse mixed-blood descendants were bred.
"Exhausting!"
In this day and age, asking for a BMW from anyone was like asking for a BMW from anyone in the future.
This was already quite uncultured behavior, especially when the two families were relatives. It was no wonder that Yang Bamei was angry.
These high-quality warhorses could not be raised by simply eating grass by the river. Their feed had to be carefully prepared. The cost was probably higher than the daily cost of eating for an ordinary family.
In ancient times, it was very common for people to be inferior to horses.
"It's okay. I'm willing to eat less in the future. Let Ma eat more. I'll definitely feed it!”Yang Paifeng said indifferently.
Zhao Xuan burst into laughter, and Yang Bamei also chuckled.
However, the Yang Family was a pure family of generals. They didn't have any other businesses and basically relied on the salary and rewards of the Great Song to survive.
However, Zhao Xuan had already considered all of this.
Zhao Xuan had already sent people from the Eighth Prince's Mansion to the Skywave Mansion to clean up the place inside and outside. Then, he left some servants to serve Yang Bamei and the others.
"Eighth Sister, you guys settle down at home first. I'll go back to see my father. In the afternoon, I'll come back and bring you guys around Bianliang City!”
"Then I'll have to trouble Your Highness!" Yang Bamei nodded and said softly.
Although the two of them were engaged, Yang Bamei still had to keep a distance before they got married.
Zhao Xuan nodded with a smile, then turned around and left.
After Zhao Xuan left, Yang Bamei looked at the old butler of the Yang family who stayed in the Heavenly Wave Prefecture.""Uncle Yang, who are these people?"
"It was sent by His Royal Highness. A few days ago, this old servant heard that you were coming back and was worried about how to take care of the house. His Royal Highness sent someone over. Not only did he clean up the house, but he also specially left a maid for you!”
"Oh right, His Highness also sent two horses. They are in the stable in the backyard. He said that they are gifts for Eighth Miss and Paifeng!”
"Is that so? I want to take a look?" When Yang Paifeng heard this, he immediately ran away excitedly.
Although Yang Bamei was also very tempted, she still endured it. Then, she brought her things back to her room.
There were already two maids waiting at the door of the room. When Eighth Sister arrived, they opened the door.
Although Eighth Sister was not used to it, she still accepted it. However, after entering, she was instantly attracted by the paintings on the wall.
It was a three-dimensional painting that was completely different from the Song Dynasty. Looking at the things inside, it was as if they really existed on the wall.
"Could this be the painting of the legendary Art Saint who swept the Great Song?”Yang Bamei pointed at the 3D drawing on the wall and asked in shock.
Back then, a wealthy family was celebrating his birthday in the border town. One of his descendants presented this painting, saying that he wanted to buy it from Bianliang City. The identity of the painter was secret and unknown. Only a few works were circulated in Bianliang City, causing the aristocratic families to fight for it. The person was also honored as the Art Saint.
Because this kind of painting was not only lifelike, but also a brand new method of painting. It was completely different from the past dynasties. Many famous painters wanted to imitate it, but they could not draw at all. Therefore, the name of "Art Saint" began to spread widely.
If a painting was hard to come by, then there were at least six or seven paintings hanging in this house.
Seeing Yang Bamei's shock, the maid beside her could not help but purse her lips and snicker.
"Eighth Miss, this Art Saint is our prince. These paintings are just his doodles!”A maid could not help but explain to Yang Bamei. Her words were filled with pride.
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