Yuan Qingling was also very pleased after listening, but then smiled and said: "I think the Fourth Master will be very happy when he knows."
"I'll tell him when I go back, let him envy him, how good our son is." The fifth said happily.
However, after a pause, the old fifth was a little depressed, "Such a genius should stay by his side to assist in the affairs of the court. I don't really want to let him do business with the Fourth Master in the future."
"Yuanyuan likes it herself, he likes doing business since he was a kid." Yuan Qingling said.
"That's true." The old fifth thought of the glutinous rice balls when he was a child, and he dared to help other children write homework to make money. How much he likes to do business
Yuan Qingling was a little bit puzzled, and walked with him and asked: "You said, why didn't the fourth master give his own business to his children? I have to find our family Yuanyuan as the successor. Such a big business earns money every year. How much is it? Even if he only gives Yuanyuan 10%, that's a lot of money."
Yu Wenhao took her hand and whispered: "When it comes to doing business, the Fourth Master is the first person in our Northern Tang Dynasty, but not everyone has talent, such a big business, not anyone. They can all take over. If it weren't for a genius like Yuanyuan in our house, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to take it."
Yuan Qingling nodded, "You also make sense."
"Furthermore, parents love their children, in fact, they are all the same. He was originally a son in his later years. Can he always support his children? No, if he can't, if he can't, how many people covet him if he leaves half of his wealth? One generation can keep it. What about the second generation? The third generation? It's better to hand it over and save them enough money so that they can be safe and prosperous for a lifetime."
Yuan Qingling slapped him with a smile, "Do you dare to say that my master has a son in his later years? Does he know he can't be anxious with you?"
"His enchanting appearance, whether he is old or young, is the same. Have you seen him all these years old?"
"I can't say that I've never been old, but I'm old a little slower." Yuan Qingling said.
Si Ye is really a wonderful flower in Northern Tang Dynasty. I haven't seen him take care of his appearance, but he just doesn't look old.
People in their 40s and 50s look just like those in their 30s. Moreover, in recent years, they have found that he is more and more attractive, a kind of calmness and gentleness that has been polished gradually after experiencing the world.
"Lao Yuan, do you think he had a facelift or is it for other reasons?" Yu Wenhao asked with interest.
Yuan Qingling said: "It's definitely not a skin lift. We don't have any medical and aesthetic institutions that can lift skins."
"Then, like me, there are ice worms in my body?" Yu Wenhao is also very satisfied with his appearance now. When a person reaches a certain age, he hopes that he can stay young forever.
This is true even for people who do not love beauty.
Of course, what he pays more attention to is that his body is not old, his heart is not old, but his appearance is second.
Yuan Qingling felt that after returning home, she could really study the appearance of the Fourth Master.
She thinks that Si Ye is really not old, but slowly, and there is a feeling of pretending to be old. Sometimes he sees his skin is particularly good, but sometimes he sees his skin is very bad, as if he has applied a layer to his face. Marl.
He will wear some darker clothes in recent years, which is suitable for his age, but not suitable for his appearance.
The Fourth Master never expected that the couple thousands of miles away would study his appearance.
However, he held Erha and sneezed a few times, as if to suggest someone was calculating him.
"Punma, today Bai Xiangzhai's shopkeeper sent me a bunch of corals. Come and help me see how to match them?" The princess was hanging beads in her hand on the corridor, looking at him sadly.
"Red coral and brocade are very good." The fourth master got up, looked back at the princess, and walked in tenderly.
"Why is the nose red?" the princess asked, looking at him.
"Someone is saying bad things about me." Fourth Master said idlely.
"Who?"
Fourth Master took her hand in, "I don't know, there are too many enemies."