"It's okay." Ming Wuyou said warmly, "You're still young, so it's inevitable that you'll be confused by some people and things, so you need more control from your elders."
Everyone in the capital knew that Bai Di was obsessed with Prince Ding, but Prince Ding was a libertine and was not a good candidate for his son-in-law.
And vaguely, Ming Wuyou seemed to have heard that Prince Ding Murong Ting was originally a promising young man with a good reputation, but suddenly he became like that. The person he liked married someone else, and his feelings were uncontrollable.
I wonder who Murong Ting likes?
…
From that day on, Ming Wuyou went to the Regent's Mansion every day whenever he was free, just as Aunt Bai said.
When Murong Yu saw Ming Wuyou, he was like a child seeing his teacher.
For example, I originally ate very quickly and in a hurry, but when I saw Ming Wuyou coming, I immediately slowed down. That slightly clumsy and stiff reaction became cute in Ming Wuyou's eyes.
She couldn't help but get closer to Murong Yu, "You're disobedient again. Do you have to have me keep an eye on you before you do what I say?"
Murong Yu thought seriously for a moment, "Maybe."
He just likes her to spend more time by his side, and he is willing to let him chew her meal a hundred times.
"Well, that's it." Ming Wuyou also thought about it seriously, "Would you be happier if I fed you?"
Murong Yu's expression was complicated, and his eyebrows couldn't help but become tangled.
"Are you really thinking about it?" Ming Wuyou chuckled: "Your Majesty the Regent, is it really okay for you to live like this and not be able to take care of yourself?"
"..." Murong Yu was silent for a while, with a faint dark red on his cheeks.
Yes, a grown man needs to be watched while eating.
Ming Wuyou said that he could feed him, but he secretly thought that this was also good?
What a bizarre idea!
"Huh?" Ming Wuyou's hand touched Murong Yu's face, "What is this?"
Murong Yu was embarrassed and immediately put down the bowl, put his hands on Ming Wuyou's waist and hugged her, "Nothing."
"Okay, nothing." Ming Wuyou smiled and leaned on his shoulder, saying this, but his face was not honest and he rubbed against the large dark red on Murong Yu's cheek, and then rubbed it again.
This action made Murong Yu more and more depressed.
But I feel that this depression is different from the suffocating and uncomfortable feeling I had before.
He felt sour and sweet in his heart, he was very pleased with her teasing him, and he actually felt a little playful.
"Do you like to laugh?" Murong Yu asked in a deep voice, his hand slowly scratching Ming Wuyou's waist, "Smile more, I like to hear it."
Ming Wuyou didn't laugh out loud.
She curled her lips and said, "I'm not itchy, you can't scratch it."
"..."
Murong Yu was silent for a moment, looking at her without embarrassment or embarrassment, rather helpless as he didn't know what to do with her.
He thought he knew Ming Wuyou very well, but at this moment, he suddenly felt that he might not actually know her that well.
At least I don't know much about the itching of her body.
In the end, Ming Wuyou smiled and kissed the tip of his red ear, and laughed.
After being gentle for a while, Ming Wuyou stared at him again and took a nap before leaving.
…
On the way back, Ming Wuyou held his chin and lazily watched the carriages coming and going and the pedestrians hurriedly walking on the street.
Suddenly, a carriage with lanterns from Prince Ding's Palace rushed towards the South City Gate, followed by two teams of fully armed armors.
The posture of those forbidden troops is more accurate to say that they are escorts than escorts.
Ming Wuyou raised his eyebrows: "What's going on?"
"Send Prince Ding to the fiefdom." Leng Yun replied in a low voice from the side.
Ever since Yun Zichen's guarding of Ming Wuyou was inappropriate last time, allowing Murong Ting to take advantage of a loophole in the Zhu family manor, Murong Ting sent Leng Yun over, and followed Ming Wuyou closely for twelve hours.
.
"I remember that Prince Ding's maternal grandfather was the Grand Master of the Song Dynasty, and his mother-in-law, the Imperial Concubine Song, was loved by the Holy Ancestor Emperor, so he did not have to go to the fiefdom."
Leng Yun said: "The Grand Master of the Song Dynasty is indeed a senior figure in the imperial court, and his son is also the Minister of the Ministry of Household Affairs, but this time the corruption case in Jiangzhou has been implicated in the Ministry of Household Affairs."
Ming Wuyou raised his eyebrows again, and he seemed to understand.
The Song family must have been implicated this time, so they did not dare to say anything about Murong Ting being sent to the fiefdom to become a vassal.
As for why Murong Yu insisted on expelling Murong Ting to the fiefdom - Ming Wuyou boldly guessed that it might have something to do with Murong Ting's "molestation" to him last time at the Zhu Family Manor.
Murong Ting was always a hidden danger.
Ming Wuyou once thought about how to remind Murong Yu to be careful. It would be a good idea now.
…
Leng Yun followed Ming Wuyou in and out.
Ming Wuyou spent his days running around the Ming family, Prince Zhan's Mansion, Baishan Hall, and the Prince Regent's Mansion, living a leisurely life.
In order to make the fan in "Army March" exquisite and beautiful, Ming Wuyou specially hired a master to teach him.
Ming Wuyou was originally a smart and smart person with strong hands-on skills. The things he made with such meticulous detail made the master who taught him praise him repeatedly.
It happened that that day Yun Ziheng came for acupuncture and saw it, and joked with a smile: "Good sister, are you making this fan for your eldest brother?"
"This..." Ming Wuyou put away the folding fan, "I made this for someone else."
"I want it too." Yun Ziheng said slowly: "Look, my brother's fan is still from five years ago. Your hands are so skillful, why not help me make one too?!"
Ming Wuyou was a little hesitant.
Yun Ziheng was kind to her, and she already regarded him as an elder brother in her heart.
It was just a fan, and people asked for it. Ming Wuyou naturally found it difficult to refuse, but the Chinese New Year was coming soon, and the shipyard was about to be built, so there were too many trivial matters.
Ming Wuyou thought for a while and said seriously: "Let's wait until after the New Year. Tell me what kind of fans you like, brother, and I will make them for you."
Yun Ziheng smiled: "Okay."
"I want it too!" Yun Zichen just entered the yard, "What do you want to do? Wuyou, by the way, help me make one too!"
Yun Ziheng said lightly: "You don't need it."
"What is it?!" Yun Zichen took a few steps closer: "Brother, you are so unreasonable. How do you know I don't need it even if you don't explain it clearly?"
"You don't even know what it is and you just say you want it. Are you right?"
Yun Zichen glanced at him secretly, ignored him, turned to Ming Wuyou and said, "Sister, what are you talking about?"
"fan."
Ming Wuyou inserted the needle into Yun Ziheng's acupuncture point and glanced at Yun Zichen distractedly: "Does Third Brother also like fans?"
"..." Yun Zichen said silently, "I have never held a fan before!"
He was born as a military general in Prince Zhan's palace. Although all the boys in the family had studied the Four Books and Five Classics since childhood, when traveling in the military, all the young men were surrounded by weapons.
Except for Yun Ziheng, who had to retire from civil service because of his eye disease, he would hold a fan and shake it from time to time.