Ming Wuyou raised his eyebrows and admitted generously.
There was a triumphant smile on her lips.
He looked so smart and playful, making Murong Yu's eyes dim slightly.
"Little clever devil." Murong used the handle of the royal silk fan to lift Ming Wuyou's chin, "Who gave you the courage to tease me? Are you afraid that I will get angry and ask you for your crime?"
Ming Wuyou burst into laughter, "Your Highness, who gave me the courage? Didn't you give it to me?!"
He looked pretending to be serious, even trying to be fierce, but his eyes were filled with love and indulgence that couldn't be hidden.
How could it be possible to ask her about her sin?
She is really confident!
"This is the second lesson I'm going to teach you." Ming Wuyou used his index finger to push the handle of his fan away, and whispered softly: "Communication, communication is very important. Being bored with your own random thoughts is the most dangerous thing in a relationship.
The worst thing to do."
Her fingers fell on the side of Murong Yu's neck, "Just like that time at Fahua Temple, I wanted to do something, but you didn't accept it, and we ended up unhappy."
Murong Yu grabbed her hand and said, "It was you who abandoned me, not an unhappy separation."
"Furthermore, when I asked you why you were angry, you stared at me for a long time and left without saying a word. So it seems that you are unwilling to communicate with me. I guess I am right."
"..." Ming Wuyou glared at him, "Can you not draw inferences from one case to another?"
"good."
Murong Yu chuckled softly, "You tell me, I will listen carefully."
This made Ming Wuyou speechless.
It was true that I just threw up my sleeves and left without communicating with him that time at Fahua Temple.
In order to relieve his embarrassment, Ming Wuyou simply threw himself into Murong Yu's arms and muttered, "I won't say anything anymore."
Murong Yu laughed again and gently stroked her hair, "Then don't say anything."
Ming Wuyou leaned in front of him, smelling the light and delicious ambergris. After a while, he said, "Your Highness has many gifts."
Murong Yu asked: "Do you like it?"
"Um."
Ming Wuyou nodded and pulled him to the big bookcase, "I like all these books, but the bookshelf is too small to fit, so I asked the servants to put them by the window."
"I also like those clothes very much. The wardrobe is not big enough. I only have enough clothes for this season."
"Caiyue was lamenting this morning that it would be great if she could always wear clothes made of snow-rolled muslin. Unexpectedly, His Highness sent over a dozen boxes of clothes made of snow-rolled muslin in various colors, which shocked Caiyue."
Murong Yu looked at her seriously, and after she finished speaking, he whispered: "There are better and more beautiful materials than snow-rolled yarn. As long as you like it, I will order someone to prepare it... If the wardrobe and bookshelf are not enough, then
Get a bigger one."
"I don't want a big one." Ming Wuyou shook his head, "I may not stay in Jiangzhou for too long."
Replacing it with a larger one now is a waste of money and energy.
Murong Yu paused slightly: "Are you going back to Beijing with Yun Ziheng?"
"I want to go to the capital, but not back with Mr. Yun." Ming Wuyou said, "Let's wait for a while, and then go again after a while."
Murong Yu nodded.
It just so happened that the case in Jiangzhou was still a little overdue, and he still needed to stay in Jiangzhou for a while.
…
On the third day of treatment, Yun Ziheng went to Baishan Hall.
After the eye treatment was over, he asked Ming Wuyou about his opinion on going to the capital, "How are you considering it?"
When he returned to his house after the Mid-Autumn Festival, he thought carefully about what would happen after arriving in Jiangzhou.
He felt that maybe Ming Wuyou knew his identity in advance, and Ming Wuyou intentionally let him know about the Kunyu Belt.
He saw the Kunyu belt, and then followed the Ming family's line and dug out everything.
Yun Ziheng felt that this sister was too smart and became more and more likeable, so he wanted to bring her back to the capital as soon as possible.
"I won't go for now."
Ming Wuyou washed his hands in front of the basin.
Yun Ziheng was not too surprised by this answer and said with a smile: "That means you will go there in the future. When will you go?"
"Well..." Ming Wuyou took a towel to wipe his hands: "It's hard to say now."
"Understood." Yun Ziheng nodded, watching Ming Wuyou tie a blindfolded white silk belt on himself, and suddenly said: "Wouyou, can you call me brother?"
Ming Wuyou's hand paused before continuing to tie the silk knot behind his head.
She took half a step back and said, "Brother Yun."
Yun Ziheng was not satisfied with this title, "Don't use your last name, it will look unfamiliar."
"..." Ming Wuyou was silent for a moment, nodded and said, "Brother."
"Sister." A gentle smile appeared on Yun Ziheng's face.
She and Yun Ziheng had a friendship in the previous life, and they already had a good rapport. It was not difficult to change their title and accept him as her elder brother.
But the title of "sister" was quite new, and Ming Wuyou was a little uncomfortable with it. After being stunned for a while, he asked Yun Ziheng to sit down and served tea.
Yun Ziheng said: "Zimo already knew that he had admitted the wrong person, so he wrote a special letter asking me to apologize to you. He has returned to Beijing."
Escaped back.
Ming Wuyou smiled and said nothing.
She has no feelings for Yun Zimo, and it doesn't matter whether she apologizes or not, but she is interested in another thing.
"Where's Fu Rou?" Ming Wuyou asked.
"She has left the Yun Family Villa and gone outside." Yun Ziheng paused, "Her mother is Biyu from the Xiaojia family who was in decline. Not a year or two after she gave birth to Fu Rou, she was spotted by a businessman from Jiangbei.
Fu Mingting gave the person to the businessman."
"I sent someone to find her and asked her personally about what happened back then. Fu Rou is Fu Mingting's biological daughter."
"If you pretend to be someone else, you will be punished!"
And it was obviously a premeditated substitution.
If it weren't for Ming Wuyou's cleverness and Yun Ziheng's quick reaction, she would have really succeeded.
Yun Ziheng looked at Ming Wuyou's cold expression, then turned Fu Rou over and said something else, "His Highness has sent so many gifts. I'm curious about what they are."
There were no patients in Baishan Hall this morning, so the two chatted all morning.
At noon, Yun Ziheng invited Ming Wuyou to have dinner with him again, and he actually made a reservation for Zhu Family Manor early.
Ming Wuyou was a little surprised.
People who are usually stingy are actually willing to eat at such an expensive place.
Yun Ziheng seemed to know what she was thinking, and smiled lightly and said: "I may not come here with others, but I would rather come here with my sister."
Ming Wuyou couldn't help but tease: "Is Prince Zhan's Mansion very poor?!"
"You don't know how expensive firewood and rice are when you are not a family member." Yun Ziheng said seriously: "The Palace of the Prince of War sounds magical and majestic, but there are hundreds of people in the family and hundreds of mouths. Even if you are not particularly poor, you have to tighten your belt to live."
"Then -" Ming Wuyou smiled and said, "I'll invite you, brother."
She is not short of money!
Yun Ziheng said: "I will never be short of money for my sister."
The carriage stopped at Zhu's Manor, and the two got off the carriage together.
"I heard that my sister likes roses, so I made a reservation for the rose garden today." Yun Ziheng said as he walked inside.
Ming Wuyou thought, it seemed that he had checked all her preferences. This chapter has been completed!