Although Ming Wuyou didn't exchange a few words with Murong Yu, he felt very close to his heart.
After it got dark, Murong Yu led Ming Wuyou downstairs, planning to send her back to Ming's house.
"Uncle Huang!" Yuan Hao stood there at the door of Zhu's restaurant with a very sad expression, "I hate you!"
Murong Yu said expressionlessly: "Tomorrow's homework will be halved."
"Really?!" Yuan Hao's eyes widened instantly, "Uncle Huang, you are so good, I love you to death."
Ming Wuyou laughed.
This kid's face changes so quickly.
Yuan Hao came to Murong Yu's side and said, "Uncle, please send your aunt home. I won't bother you. I'll go back to the palace by myself!"
"Yes." Murong Yu told Leng Feng to protect his safety.
Yuan Hao got on his carriage, his head popped out of the window, and he kept blinking at Ming Wuyou. He waited until the carriage turned around and lost sight of it before giving up.
Murong Yu and Ming Wuyou also got on the carriage: "Let's go."
On the way back, he held Ming Wuyou's hand.
Ming Wuyou asked him about some recent events, and Murong Yu also answered all questions.
The light in the carriage was a little dim, but for some reason, the scar on Murong Yu's brow bone was clearly reflected.
Ming Wuyou suddenly moved forward, knelt and sat there, looking at Murong Yu.
Her fingertips lightly traced the scar, "Is this... a result of the battle?"
"No." Murong Yu subconsciously wanted to dodge, but did not move and said slowly: "When I was a child."
"How small?"
"About four or five years old."
"With such a big scar, the wound must have been very painful at the time." Ming Wuyou's fingertips gently caressed the wound, then he suddenly came forward and kissed the scar.
Murong Yu was slightly startled.
Ming Wuyou kissed that place twice more, "You just said that you will be free in two days. Can I go to your house to see you then?"
"I have been in Beijing for so long, and you have always come to look for me. I have never been to your house."
"……good."
Murong Yu's slender fingers brushed a strand of hair from her forehead, "I will pick you up when the time comes."
Ming Wuyou smiled and nodded. Just as he was about to lower his body and rest on his lap for a while, he saw a woman outside preparing to get into the carriage by the roadside.
The woman's back looks very familiar.
When Ming Wuyou lifted the curtain and looked outside, the carriage had already left.
"It's Fu Rou." Murong Yu also saw the woman.
"I thought I saw it wrong." Ming Wuyou looked a little complicated.
Murong Yu couldn't see that she was unhappy at all, and said directly: "If you don't like her, I will make her disappear."
Ming Wuyou shook his head, "I don't like her, but now I'm a little curious. She came to the capital and wanted to stir up some trouble."
"Then I'll ask Leng Xiao to send you all her messages."
Ming Wuyou asked curiously: "You know about her."
"Um."
Murong Yu nodded lightly.
Fu Rou is a thorn in Ming Wuyou's heart, how could Murong Yu not pay attention to her?
He has been sending people to keep an eye on it.
Ming Wuyou looked at him for a while and suddenly asked: "When I was in Jiangzhou, I heard that someone assassinated Fu Rou... was it you?"
"..."
Murong Yu paused slightly, his expression a bit hard to describe.
Ming Wuyou approached him: "Is it really you?!"
"...Hmm." Murong Yu responded vaguely.
Ming Wuyou laughed out loud, "I mean, at that time, I had been guessing for a long time... You don't have to worry about her, I have plenty of ways to deal with her."
…
Early the next morning, when Aunt Bai came over, she brought all the information about Fu Rou.
"Jiang Xinrou?" After Ming Wuyou looked at it carefully, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, "She is so lucky."
But it is said that after Fu Rou left Jiangzhou with a huge sum of money, she was attacked by water bandits on her way to Beijing. The boat sank and fell into the river.
He was destined to die, but unexpectedly he met the Jiang family who were visiting relatives and was saved.
The Jiang family has been dealing in spices for generations, serving as royal merchants and serving the royal family.
Coincidentally, Mr. and Mrs. Jiang were over fifty and had no children. They saw that Fu Rou was well-behaved, sensible and pitiful. When they saw her, they felt really sorry for her, so they recognized her as their daughter and changed her name to Jiang Xinrou.
Aunt Bai said: "She fell into the water and fell ill that time. She has been taking care of her since she returned to Beijing. Her complexion has gotten better in the past few days, so she started walking around outside."
"The two elders of the Jiang family are very good to her and treat her like their own daughter."
Ming Wuyou sneered, "Pretending to be cute and cute has always been her specialty, so it's not surprising."
"Miss, miss!"
As soon as Ming Wuyou finished speaking, Caiyue trotted in from the outside, "The Princess Zhan is here!"
Ming Wuyou was startled.
"I think I came here to visit the girl. It doesn't matter. Princess Zhan is a very kind person." Aunt Bai comforted her and told Ming Wuyou briefly and quickly about Princess Zhan.
The war king had outstanding achievements and married two wives successively.
The first was his childhood sweetheart, the princess of the British Prince's Palace who was two years older than him and also came from a general family.
Yun Ziheng, Yun Ziyuan, and Yun Zichen were all descended from the princess.
The princess was a heroine, and the title of War King was not given to the War King alone, but to the couple.
It was just that he was jealous of the beauty, and the princess later died on the battlefield in the north.
Emperor Taizu was grateful for Prince War's loyalty to the country, and three years after the death of Princess Ying, he married Prince War to his sister, Princess Anping.
Yun Zimo is the son of King Zhan and Princess Anping.
Although Princess Anping was born into the royal family, she had a gentle temperament and was very good to the King of War and several young masters.
Princess Anping was also very kind to Fu Rou, the "only daughter of the King of War" in her previous life. Later, all the men in the Prince of War's palace died tragically, and Princess Anping died for her love.
Ming Wuyou had never seen her in his previous life, but he had a very good impression of her, so he took Aunt Bai to greet her.
"Wuyou has met the princess!"
When he arrived at the door, Ming Wuyoufu knelt down and was polite and considerate.
Princess Anping is dressed in brocade, and her face is just like her temperament. She is gentle, elegant, and well-maintained. She looks like she is in her early twenties when she is in her thirties.
Yun Zichen who was by her side didn't look like her stepson, but rather like her brother.
"No gift." Princess Anping said with a gentle smile on her face: "I have long said that I would come over to see you, but I have recently caught a cold, and I am afraid that I will give you a chance if I get over it."
"Thank you for your concern, princess." Ming Wuyou asked warmly: "How is the princess's condition recently? Wuyou has some knowledge of Qihuang's art, so why not help the princess take a look."
Aunt Bai on the side said with a smile: "Miss Wuyou is a famous medical fairy in Jiangzhou and has excellent medical skills."
"Yes!" Yun Zichen also said: "Brother's eyes are being treated by my sister. Mother, if you feel unwell, you can feel free to let your sister see you."
Princess Anping chuckled: "Just watch here? Why don't you invite me to come in and sit down?"
Everyone laughed in unison.
This was not a joke, it eased the unfamiliarity of meeting everyone for the first time.
Aunt Bai said: "Princess, please come in quickly." This chapter has been completed!