Yun Zimo on the side was also stunned for a moment, and then quickly gritted his teeth and cursed: "You are so poor and crazy!"
Fu Rou's face was full of tears, and she could only turn to Yun Zimo for help, hoping that he could find a way.
Yun Zimo felt very distressed and said quickly: "Oh Rourou, don't cry, don't be anxious, let's go back to the other courtyard now, and then we'll find a way with the elder brother! The elder brother is very smart, and he will definitely be able to think of a solution."
However, Fu Rou's heart suddenly dropped when she heard his suggestion.
Because she knew too well that Yun Ziheng would not help her at all!
Sure enough, after returning, Yun Zimo went to Yun Ziheng's Dichen residence for most of an hour. When he appeared in front of Fu Rou again, his expression was awkward and hesitant.
Fu Rou gritted her teeth in her heart, feeling resentful and helpless. After a while, she tentatively said: "Brother, didn't you say you are the son of Prince Zhan? You also have an official title in the court."
"And my sister is just a commoner. Can we work it out and order her to treat me in the name of the Prince of War?!"
As long as Yun Zimo knows how to be flexible, use coercion and inducement, and threaten Ming Wuyou with anyone from the Ming family, how dare Ming Wuyou not commit the crime?
"How can this be done?!" Yun Zimo immediately frowned and said, "The Yun family's motto is not to use power to suppress others!"
Fu Rou pursed her lips and blurted out unbearably: "Then it doesn't matter if I am like this? You said you would take good care of me and make up for the debt you have owed me over the years!"
"But in the past two months, I have been injured and sick, and have been tortured in various ways, but I have never seen you really do anything for me!"
"Rourou, you——"
Yun Zimo was stunned for a moment, never expecting that Fu Rou, who had always been weak, would say such reproachful words.
Fu Rou also realized that she was out of control. She turned her face away, breathed evenly, and said with difficulty: "I'm sorry, I don't blame my brother. I was just...scared by the smell on my body."
"I'm afraid I'll be like this for the rest of my life. I'm a girl. If I'm haunted by this smell for the rest of my life, I really can't live."
"Brother understands." Yun Zimo felt that he had not taken good care of his sister, and he blamed himself. But now he couldn't think of any other way, so he could only persuade her, "Ming Wuyou is Ninth Brother's savior."
"If brother threatens her, Brother Ninth will definitely not agree. When the time comes, Brother Ninth may even get angry at you and me, and then the gain will outweigh the loss."
"Don't Ming Wuyou want a property store? Just give it to her. The most important thing our Yun family lacks is property. Moreover, ever since we four brothers knew that we had a younger sister, we have been saving property for her as a dowry every year.
When you enter the capital and worship your ancestors, those things will be yours."
"Those real estate shops in Zhuangzi are all in the capital, aren't they more valuable than the ones here in Jiangzhou? Our daughters of the Yun family are not shy about taking other people's things, don't you think so?"
"..." Fu Rou was speechless.
But she had to say that what Yun Zimo said made her heart move.
The industry in Beijing is certainly better than that in Jiangzhou.
As long as she firmly holds on to her identity as the only daughter of the King of War, what will she want in the future?
Fu Rou gritted her teeth and said, "Okay, brother, help me ask her out again."
…
Ming Wuyou was not surprised when he received a message from Li Xinglin for the second time.
After all, no woman can bear the stench all over her body. Fu Rou has already climbed a high branch, so naturally she won't be bothered by these industries in Jiangzhou.
"Miss, shall we go there now?" Caiyue asked.
"Not going."
Ming Wuyou dragged his cheeks and said, "It's getting late. I'm going to have dinner with grandpa later. Tell Li Xinglin and ask Fu Rou to prepare something and wait for me tomorrow."
"My slave understands."
Ming Wuyou had dinner with his grandfather and talked for a while. When he returned to Wuyou Pavilion, the sky was completely dark.
"There's no letter delivered at the hotel today?" Ming Wuyou asked as he lay on the bed.
Caiyue replied: "No, maybe His Highness was too busy, so he didn't take care of it."
"oh."
Ming Wuyou responded lightly and said, "It's getting late, you go and rest, I'm going to sleep now."
Caiyue put down the bed curtain, carefully closed the doors and windows before exiting.
Ming Wuyou lay on the jade pillow and thought. He didn't know if Murong Yu sent someone to find out about Master Miaohui.
Is it because I'm investigating the case that I'm so busy that I don't have time to reply to myself?
Her wound was healing recently, and her shoulder was a little itchy. She couldn't help but loosen her clothes and put her hand in to scratch it, but she heard a knock on the door.
The voice was very soft, very rhythmic, and very familiar.
Ming Wuyou was startled for a moment, then immediately got up and trotted to open the door.
When she saw Murong Yu standing in front of the door in black clothes, her eyes were full of smiles: "Your Highness!"
Murong Yu's eyes fell on Ming Wuyou, and his eyes gradually became extremely deep - when he lowered his head, he happened to see her half-open neckline, beautiful collarbones, and the tie hanging from the lotus-colored pocket around her neck.
The night wind was slightly cold, blowing Ming Wuyou's hair, and she couldn't help but take a breath.
Murong Yu frowned slightly, wrapped her with his loose sleeves, stepped into the room, and closed the door.
Ming Wuyou took two steps back due to inertia, revealing his bare feet under his skirt.
The wrinkles between Murong Yu's brows couldn't help but deepen, and he raised his hands to pick him up and walked to the bed.
Ming Wuyou held her shoulders and couldn't help but curve the corners of his lips.
Murong Yu put her back on the bed and pulled the quilt over her.
"Your Highness!" Ming Wuyou grabbed his hand: "If you don't reply, you just want to see me at night, right?"
"Um."
Murong Yu responded lightly, and his eyes slowly moved up from the hands held by the two of them, and fell on Ming Wuyou's face with a bright smile, "Have you seen Fu Rou today?"
"Yes, she came to me for treatment." Ming Wuyou played with Murong Yu's fingers and said slowly: "At first, we couldn't agree on the medical fee, so they broke up. But more than an hour ago, she sent someone
She sent a message again, saying that she has prepared what I want, and I have to see her again tomorrow."
Murong Yu nodded slowly and fell silent.
He thought that Ming Wuyou was originally an extremely smart person, and with her past life experience, she was now able to deal with Fu Rou easily.
Ming Wuyou played with his hand for a while and said softly: "Your Highness doesn't want to talk."
"……no."
Murong Yu didn't quite know what to say to her.
"Obviously." Ming Wuyou leaned in front of him and asked in a faint voice: "If you don't want to talk, do you want to kiss?"
"..."
Murong Yu's heart skipped a beat.
He watched Ming Wuyou slowly move towards him, and suddenly grabbed her shoulders, "That's not why I came to see you."
"Oh?" Ming Wuyou raised his eyebrows slightly, and a breath like orchid sprayed on Murong Yu's lips, "Then what is it for, Your Highness?"