Chapter 118

[PS: I'm sorry, the two just scolded each other. They came to the door of Jia Yapeng's hotel. It was almost the new year. Chen Liren had a lot to do and left in a car. When Jia Yapeng was about to open two rooms for Zhu Qiushui and himself, Zhu Qiushui suddenly waved his hand and said, "don't open a room for me. I have a house in DIDU!"

"Nonsense, I still have a thousand houses in DIDU! But don't I have to stay in a hotel?" Jia Yapeng shouted.

"You forget I'm from the imperial capital!" Zhu Qiushui turned his eyes and said, "this is my serious home."

Jia Yapeng remembered that when he first met Zhu Qiushui, he happened to be in the imperial capital. She was really from the imperial capital. That's right.

"By the way, do you want to go to my house?" Zhu Qiushui suddenly asked.

"Is this appropriate?" Jia Yapeng was stunned.

"What's wrong? My house is big. You can live in it!" Zhu Qiushui said with a smile. What else can Jia Yapeng say? He called another taxi and went to Zhu Qiushui's house with his luggage.

"Wow, the location of your house is quite impressive!" Jia Yapeng had thousands of houses in the Asian Games Village. He felt very arrogant, but when he stood at the door of Zhu Qiushui's house, he found that Zhu Qiushui's house seemed to be more arrogant.

Because Zhu Qiushui's family actually lives in the alley, and it is still Yangguan alley, which belongs to the core area of the second ring road of the imperial capital.

This location is also a cow's fork. On the left of Yangguan alley is Nanguan Park and on the right is the oil building. Out of the street is the Russian Embassy. Jia Yapeng suddenly understood why Zhu Qiushui had so much fate with Russia.

In other words, the Russian Embassy is the only Embassy in the second ring road of the imperial capital. It's the only one, while the American embassy, the most powerful in the world, went outside the third ring road. There's nothing to say about this status, so our feelings with big brother are still the only one!

What's more, Zhu Qiushui's home is still a unique courtyard. At the root of the Imperial City, Zhu Qiushui enjoys a quadrangle, and it is also a quadrangle in and out. You can't find a palm in a quadrangle like Beijing, except for the Royal Palace and those directly under the government.

Outside the courtyard is the vermilion gate. It can be seen that it has experienced countless years of wind and rain, with mottled traces of years on it. At the gate of the courtyard, there is a simple and antique plaque with the words "Zhu Fu" written on it, which is very powerful.

The iron General of the whole courtyard locked the door and could see that no one had lived in it for a while. This courtyard should be Zhu Qiushui's exclusive yard, which is like a cow and fork.

After the liberation of that year, except for those requisitioned by the government, all quadrangles were basically mixed with residents. Zhu Qiushui's family was able to enjoy a quadrangle alone. This identity and status are intriguing!

"Zhu Qiushui, what does your family do? Is it also a x second generation?" asked Jia Yapeng directly without hiding his curiosity.

"My father was an official and a diplomat, but he became an official after liberation, and he never entered the file, so he is not the second generation!" Zhu Qiushui shook his head. "And the real second generation won't live in hutongs. They usually live in the courtyard!"

"Well, I'm not interested in these. I'm curious. What's the origin of your family? Is it convenient to say?" Jia Yapeng looked at Zhu Qiushui with bright eyes. If Zhu Qiushui's answer was inconvenient, Jia Yapeng estimated that he would be entangled until Zhu Qiushui said it was convenient.

"Just take a closer look at the plaque!" said Zhu Qiushui unhappily, and then opened the dusty door for a long time and entered the big courtyard of her house.

Jia Yapeng was curious and looked around the plaque with bright eyes for a long time. Only then did he find that the words on the plaque seemed to have been changed later. There were another line of words on the plaque.

Although this line of characters has been changed, the original trace is still there. Jia Yapeng almost broke his eyes after reading it for more than ten minutes. Only then did he vaguely recognize that the original plaque should be four characters, which are several big characters of the Marquis of yan'en.

"Yan'en Marquis house? It seems that it should be the Marquis of the Qing Dynasty. It turns out that Zhu Qiushui's ancestors were aristocrats of the Qing Dynasty. It's normal to leave such a small quadrangle!" Jia Yapeng nodded with great enlightenment and understood the origin of Zhu Qiushui.

"Yan'en Hou, this name has some flavor!" Jia Yapeng thought about the name of yan'en Hou again. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that there was something wrong. At this time, an elderly man passed by here. Jia Yapeng hurriedly asked, "old man, do you know which Marquis of yan'en Hou house?"

"Yes, Zhu Ming's descendants, I'm the Marquis of the Qing Dynasty!" the old man smiled, revealing two residual teeth and replied slowly.

"Zhu Ming's descendants? My Marquis of the Qing Dynasty? This is a bit chaotic!" Jia Yapeng was stunned. The old man on one side was interested and explained "Young man, you don't like reading history at first sight. I tell you that the ancestor of yanen Hou's residence is said to be the descendant of the 13th son of emperor Hongwu of Daming. Didn't the Ming Dynasty be destroyed by my Qing Dynasty? But I, the emperor of the Qing Dynasty, was kind and granted Zhu Zhilian, the descendant of his 13th son, as yanen Hou. I went to the Ming Tombs to sacrifice twice a year and retained Zhu Ming's incense ！”

The old man seems to be a descendant of the eight banners. I'm very clear. I heard Jia Yapeng's head hurt. Although he still wanted to tell more about the story and glory of my Qing Dynasty, after Jia Yapeng knew the origin of the Zhu family, he didn't want to talk more. After fooling a few words, he slipped into the Zhu family courtyard and saw Zhu Qiushui standing in the middle of the hall, crossing his waist and looking at himself unhappily.

At this moment, Zhu Qiushui's angry appearance really has the taste of Princess Daming.

"It turns out that your ancestors are the emperor of Daming, and you are still the princess of Daming!" Jia Yapeng said with a smile.

"Fuck off, have you seen Princess Daming who works as a Secretary for others?" Zhu Qiushui glanced at Jia Yapeng and said, "don't listen to the nonsense of the old and young in the alley. Our family has nothing to do with the people in yanen Hou's family. I'm not their descendant and have nothing to do with them!"

"But you are really Zhu!" Jia Yapeng was stunned and said.

"Do those surnamed Zhu have to be the descendants of the spineless bastard Zhu Zhilian? Doesn't Zhu Xi also have a surname Zhu?" Zhu Qiushui said unhappily.

"So you are a descendant of Zhu Xi?"

"No, I'm a descendant of Zhu Hui!" Zhu Qiushui kicked a door with a strong foot, and then angrily said, "my dear boss, have you asked enough?"

"Enough!" Jia Yapeng closed his mouth decisively.