Traveling back in time to ancient times, Xu Qing became the eldest son of the family, but he kept seeking death on the road. "I don't want to inherit the family business. It would be great to be a playboy, visiting brothels and drinking and drinking."
"You! You! You traitor."
"Dad, eh! Don't hit me, so I can sell the position of head of the family to my second brother, and just give me 20,000 taels a month. If it doesn't work out, I will become an official. I have the power and you have the money. Let's be local emperors." Xu Qing ran wildly in the courtyard with her head in her arms.
"You traitor, stop."
"Ah!" . .
Good
Good, Good night.