Mo Hanqing said coldly to the guard, "Let him go to the study and wait for me." Then he stood up and said to the other people: "You guys eat slowly, I'll go see Mr. Gu first. "
"Hey, no, we come here to see you early every morning, and you just send us away like this?" Ye Chengan couldn't help but ask Mo Hanqing.
"You come to my Prince Jing'an Mansion every day for breakfast, what else are you dissatisfied with?" Mo Hanqing glanced at him dangerously, and went out without waiting for his reply.
Ye Chengan touched his nose awkwardly and turned to look at Mo Xiuzhu.
Mo Xiuzhu glanced at him, but continued to turn his head and looked at Ye Qiqi, who was sitting next to him and enjoying his meal.
"Little brother." Mo Xiuzhu called her with a smile while she was picking up vegetables.
"Huh?" Ye Qiqi turned around, glanced at Mo Xiuzhu, and suddenly remembered that the third prince seemed to have a surname of Mo. Maybe he was the one who went to Feihe Villa back then.
"You have a good relationship with our King Jing'an..." Mo Xiuzhu rolled his eyes and asked meaningfully: "Do you have a good relationship?"
Ye Qiqi was stunned for a moment, then quickly swallowed the food in his mouth, curled his lips and said: "Whoever has a good relationship with him, I obviously have a bad relationship with him."
"Then why do you want to be his personal guard?" Mo Xiuzhu looked at her with a puzzled expression and said: "With your ability, it should be quite easy to find a job to make a living in this capital. Bar."
Ye Qiqi was silent for a moment, and then replied in a weak voice: "I owe him money."
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As soon as she said these words, the three people present were stunned.
These days, I have seen creditors behaving aggressively and aggressively asking debtors for money, but I have never seen people who owe money be more aggressive than creditors...
Murong Hongyu hesitated for a moment, then continued to ask her: "I wonder how much money this young hero owes Prince Jing'an?"
"Five hundred taels." Ye Qiqi replied somewhat depressedly.
Five hundred taels
The three people suddenly looked at each other.
They all came from wealthy backgrounds and had been wearing gold and silver since they were young. They had never been short of money. In their eyes, a mere five hundred taels was just a few meals. But now, this young man actually buried himself for five hundred taels of silver. Because of his great talent, he volunteered to stay in Prince Jing'an's Mansion as a small guard.
You know, the martial arts champion who was defeated by her that day found a good position in the Ministry of War, with thirty taels of silver per month, three hundred and sixty taels a year. If it were the young man in front of her, if he worked hard, it would be about a year. The more you can pay off your debt.
However, since she is willing to be Mo Hanqing's personal guard, then her monthly salary should be much higher than that of the top martial arts scholar, right
Thinking of this, Ye Chengan couldn't help but ask Ye Qiqi: "Young hero, do you know how much monthly salary our King Jing'an gives you?"
"Five taels." Ye Qiqi curled her lips and replied somewhat gloomily.
Only five taels!
Ye Chengan's eyes widened and he looked at her with an expression of disbelief.
"But later, under my threat, it was increased to ten taels." Ye Qiqi sighed longly and said sadly: "Even so, it will take me nearly five years to pay it off. This money..."
Beast! This is simply a beast! !