"Give me back the money?" Murong Yu didn't even look at the list, and said proudly: "If you like, just send someone to collect according to the list, and I will make up for it."
"That won't work!"
Ming Wuyou frowned and said, "It's something I like, so how can I ask you to help me make up the money?"
Princess Liyang has been running rampant in the capital for many years, and Murong Yu always did not attack her, but he did it after Princess Liyang caused a big fight in the palace.
How could Ming Wuyou not have thought that there was an element of Murong Yu standing up for himself in this.
However, Murong Yu did not come forward to deal with Princess Liyang at Prince Zhan's Mansion. Instead, he waited for Princess Liyang to leave and invited her to the Ministry of War.
Ming Wuyou guessed that he wanted Princess Liyang to resent his regent, rather than Ming Wuyou who had gone to war with the palace.
Ming Wuyou was surprised and happy that Murong Yu considered everything for her in this way.
How can I still lie down and let him pet me?
She Ming Wuyou has never been a soft-hearted girl.
Ming Wuyou said: "You helped me build the shipyard, gave me the Baishantang shop, and helped me do many things. I don't want to rely on you for everything."
"It's not like I don't have money."
"Is that okay?" Ming Wuyou pulled his loose sleeves and swayed them gently. That movement, the expression on Murong Yu's face and the tone of his words were a bit coquettish.
"Let me spend a little money. I haven't spent much money since I came to the capital. You arranged everything for me."
"..."
Murong Yu's heart skipped a beat. Her gesture was really helpful.
With a backhand push, he brought Ming Wuyou into his arms, "Okay, I'll listen to you."
"You're so kind!" Ming Wuyou praised him without hesitation, "I'll eat with you."
The dinner was prepared by Aunt Bai herself.
Ming Wuyou accompanied him while watching.
Because she was by his side, Murong Yu recognized her identity and chewed a mouthful of rice twenty times, eating very slowly.
After the meal, the two talked for a while, and Ming Wuyou got up and wanted to leave.
Murong Yu's hand subconsciously reached out and grabbed her wrist, with a hint of reluctance in his eyes.
Being with her, even if he doesn't do anything or say anything, just being in the same space is a very pleasant thing for him.
He has been a little busy recently and hasn't spent any good time with her for several days.
He wished he could be with her all the time, never leaving her for a second.
The strong and undisguised attachment in his eyes made Ming Wuyou's heart tingle: "Don't look at me like this, I won't be able to bear it."
She and him are now like a man and woman in love.
She also wished she could stay by his side all the time.
But she still has to take care of her grandfather and other things.
"Yes." Murong Yu responded, sighing in his heart, "Then I'll give it to you."
"Farewell." Ming Wuyou squeezed his fingers, "It's already late. If you send me back, more than half an hour will pass. You'll have to get up and go to court before midnight."
After going back and forth like this, I couldn't sleep more than three hours a night.
Originally, she had left Murong Yu in her Wuyou Pavilion several times, but she found that the more time was wasted——
He always got up in the middle of the night and returned to the Regent's Palace to change clothes and go to court.
Although he was reluctant to be separated from her, he cherished her reputation and never let anyone notice her coming or going.
It will take more time and more thought.
She doesn't like him being tired.
Murong Yu paused. At this moment, the sigh was not in his heart, but in his mouth.
With a strong effort, he pulled Ming Wuyou into his arms and gave him a solid and lingering kiss before letting him go: "Then let Leng Xiao take someone to send you off. I'll go find you when I'm free."
"good."
Ming Wuyou stayed with him tenderly for a while, then reluctantly left.
Coming out to the corridor, Aunt Bai saluted Ming Wuyou: "Miss Wuyou."
"Yes." Ming Wuyou nodded and said warmly: "Your Highness just ate a little too much meat. I'll ask Aunt Bai to bring you a cup of tea later. I'll also prepare a lighter breakfast tomorrow morning."
"Also, he has a slight nasal sound, and his speaking voice is not natural. It should be due to the spring cold, but the situation is not serious."
"There is no need to take medicine. Later I will bring General Leng some tea and incense that I made myself. You can brew it for him carefully and remind him to drink it and the incense will light up."
"Okay." Aunt Bai's eyebrows were filled with joy: "The girl really cares about His Highness. Don't worry, girl. When I'm ready, I will tell His Highness that I have my heart."
If Aunt Bai was prepared, Murong Yu might have to let it cool down before thinking of drinking.
But if it was mentioned that Ming Wuyou was prepared, then Murong Yu would take it seriously.
Aunt Bai looked at Ming Wuyou.
Previously, it was just because Murong Yu liked her that Ai Wu and Wu Di were polite and respectful to Ming Wuyou.
But as time went by, she gradually realized that the regent had paid more attention to her, and Ming Wuyou was also very attentive to His Highness. His Highness's thoughts were indeed not in vain.
At this time, Aunt Bai looked at Ming Wuyou and became more and more happy.
The two talked for a while.
Aunt Bai personally escorted Ming Wuyou to the door to get in the car.
Ming Wuyou suddenly asked: "By the way, Aunt Bai, what has Miss Bai been doing recently?"
It has been three or four days since the Huachao Festival happened, and Ming Wuyou has never seen Bai Di again.
Aunt Bai was silent for a moment and said, "She has caught some cold, so she is raising her at home. When the cold passes, it will be time to hang out with the girl again."
"Really?" Ming Wuyou laughed and thought to himself, why not be punished and grounded?
But didn't the elder brother say that day that he and Aunt Bai were friends and would help plead for mercy?
"Girl, please get in the car." Aunt Bai helped Ming Wuyou towards the carriage.
Ming Wuyou had no choice but to suppress his thoughts and get in the car.
…
The next day, Ming Wuyou came to Li Xinglin and left the matter of closing the shop to him.
Li Xinglin was a very capable person under her. After receiving the order, it only took three days for the shops and Zhuangzi to be completed.
Ming Wuyou took probably more than half of his family wealth and sent it to the Ministry of Household Affairs.
It's early April in the blink of an eye.
April is the annual performance appraisal for officials. All ministries in the court and central government are very busy, and Murong Yu is even more busy.
Ming Wuyou sometimes couldn't see him for several days in a row.
On the Qingming Festival, the fifth day of April, there was drizzle. Ming Wuyou took his grandfather to Cixin Temple on the outskirts of the city to offer incense for his mother. When he went out, he saw the carriage of Prince Zhan stopped in front of the door.
The King of War stood beside the car, holding a yellow oil-paper umbrella, with a hint of kindness on his stern face: "I, King, you can go together."
"good."
Ming Wuyou helped his grandfather get into the car.
Along the way, the grandfather and grandson occasionally chatted.
Because of the rain, there were very few pilgrims at Cixin Temple.
Ming Ruo's tablet was enshrined separately. After Ming Wuyou lit the incense, he also lit three incense sticks for the King of War.
The King of War twirled the incense and looked at the tablet quietly for a while, with a somewhat complicated look in his eyes, "Is there... a portrait of her?"