As soon as the old servant finished speaking, he heard a casual and lazy laughter: "I came uninvited, my aunt and cousin Ziheng will not welcome me, right?!"
At the door of the guest house, a man dressed in brocade came looking elegantly. He was none other than Prince Ding Murong Ting.
Murong Ting is two years younger than Murong Yu. He has just turned twenty this year, but his reputation is no less than that of Murong Yu.
The difference is that Murong Yu's reputation is based on his military exploits, political achievements, and cold-faced and ruthless changes.
But Murong Ting's reputation was due to his wanderings, which had no lower limit.
He once rented the Guose Tianxiang House for a whole month and brought his friends there to play and have fun.
He also asked the painter to watch and record those pictures of the reverse spring scenery, which shocked the world and provoked criticism from the Qingliu scribes.
He has done a lot of shocking things like this, and he always manages to pull off some tricks every time.
But he happened to have a handsome face that made people and gods angry. The women in the capital, in addition to those in the palace, were attracted to him, and even some of the noble ladies in the boudoir were also secretly attracted to him.
At this time, he was wearing a white splendid dress with gold trim, the jade belt was loose, the collar of the dress was slightly open, a pair of peach blossom eyes were half-squinted, and he had slightly hooked thin lips.
Ming Wuyou thought to himself: This is not a fake scum, this is a real beast.
The first moment after entering the courtyard, Murong Ting's eyes fell on Ming Wuyou casually, with interest and consideration in his eyes.
"Miss Ming?" The eyebrows were raised slightly, and the smile on Murong Ting's lips became even lazier: "Nice to meet you."
Princess Anping frowned slightly, "Why did Ting'er come here when she had time? Didn't she go to the south of the Yangtze River to play?"
"Jiangnan is boring." Murong Ting walked forward with a smile and sat down in the chair spontaneously, "It's still fun in the capital. Auntie, cousin Ziheng, please stop standing still and take a seat."
Everyone:......
Everyone was speechless at Murong Ting's familiar interruption.
But it was not easy to drive them away, so they all sat back, but there was a tacit understanding. The Yun family members sat on one side, and Murong Ting was alone opposite them.
Murong Ting laughed loudly and said: "You are so far away, do you think I am poisonous?"
Yun Ziyuan said "Of course" rolled in his throat many times, but he didn't say it and looked away coldly.
"How is that possible?" Yun Ziheng smiled slightly. He was also dressed in white, but he looked like a handsome young man, unparalleled in the world. "We just want to get closer to Wuyou and talk about ourselves."
Murong Ting smiled: "Ah, is that so? I actually want to get closer to Miss Ming and have a chat."
The people at the table had different expressions.
Especially Yun Ziyuan, after being stiff for a moment, he suddenly stood up and said coldly: "Prince Ding, please respect yourself!"
My sister, of course, couldn't tolerate the ridicule of this dirty guy who was wearing a lot of makeup.
Murong Ting raised his eyebrows again and said with a smile without anger: "Okay."
You have to keep eating.
Yun Ziyuan stared at Murong Ting defensively, fearing that if he looked at Ming Wuyou one more time, he would have some evil intentions to seduce him.
Although my sister is very smart, it is definitely impossible for her to fall in love with a libertine like Murong Ting.
But Murong Ting's reputation is too bad. If he comes to pester Ming Wuyou and spreads some rumors outside, wouldn't it ruin Ming Wuyou's reputation?
Sixteen-year-old Ming Wuyou will soon recognize his ancestors and join the Yun family. He has a bright future, and of course he cannot let Murong Ting ruin it.
Yun Zichen was very shy and rarely spoke while sitting there, only occasionally looking at Murong Ting.
Princess Anping was disturbed by Yun Zimo's incident and sighed several times, but she had no time to pay attention to Murong Ting.
Yun Ziheng chatted with Murong Ting word by word, talking about the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River.
Only Ming Wuyou was eating seriously.
Murong Ting said: "Miss Ming——"
Yun Ziyuan suddenly felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy, when he heard Murong Ting ask again: "What do you think of this meal?"
"It's okay." Ming Wuyou replied coldly.
Murong Ting said: "You seem to dislike me very much?"
Ming Wuyou pursed his lips and looked at him.
Thinking of his past life, Murong Ting watched the rebellion from the other side of the river - Murong Yu was good to this younger brother.
Yuan Hao was also very kind to his uncle, and there was never a shortage of fiefs and rewards.
But at the critical moment, he chose to sit back and watch, pretending to be deaf and dumb, as the traitors captured the capital.
Such a person makes it impossible for Ming Wuyou to be friendly at all.
Yun Ziyuan sneered coldly: "Who would like you like this?!"
The smile on Murong Ting's face paused slightly, and then he slowly pulled out a bigger smile, "A girl who likes me doesn't have to go around the capital three times, but at least one. My joy is Ziyuan, you can't understand it.
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Yun Ziyuan scoffed and turned away and ignored him.
Murong Ting was too lazy to argue with Yun Ziyuan, and looked at Ming Wuyou again intentionally or unintentionally, his peach blossom eyes were shining with lightning.
However, Ming Wuyou seemed to not be able to see it. He lowered his head to eat and talked to Princess Anping beside him.
Murong Ting said nothing more during this meal.
Yun Ziyuan stared at him throughout the meal but didn't eat anything.
When the banquet was over and about to go back, Murong Ting said with a smile: "I heard that Miss Ming's place is very close to my palace. How about I be the flower protector?"
"No need!" Yun Ziyuan grabbed his sword, "I'll give it to my sister."
"Me too." Yun Zichen also caught up.
Murong Ting raised his eyebrows: "Are you guarding against thieves?"
"It's good that you have such self-awareness!" Yun Ziyuan blocked Ming Wuyou behind him, fearing that Murong Ting would take another look.
Murong Ting said lazily: "Good intentions are not rewarded, I am gone!"
Yun Ziyuan and Yun Zichen ordered their own soldiers and guards, and escorted Ming Wuyou all the way to the front of the Ming family's house.
Ming Wuyou blessed the two of them: "Thank you two brothers for sending Wuyou back. It's getting late, you should go back early."
"Yeah." Yun Ziyuan said: "That Prince Ding is not a good person. My sister should avoid him when she sees him in the future."
"Okay." Ming Wuyou responded.
Yun Ziyuan nodded and got on the horse, pulled the reins, and together with Yun Zichen, quickly disappeared around the corner of the street.
Ming Wuyou then turned around and walked in.
Caiyue followed and said, "His Royal Highness Prince Ding is actually quite good-looking."
Most of the time, people are more tolerant of good-looking people. Caiyue was like this at this time, and said in surprise: "What happened to him that made the young master of the Yun family dislike him so much?"
Ming Wuyou said nothing.
Caiyue followed closely and asked, "Don't you like him too, Miss?"
Ming Wuyou still didn't answer, so Caiyue grabbed Ming Wuyou's arm and shook it gently: "Miss, this slave is talking to you!"
Ming Wuyou was about to speak when he suddenly remembered a chuckle in the dark night: "Your young lady is missing me and has no time to pay attention to you!"