"He was plotted against someone." Ye Fuxun raised his eyebrows and looked at Ji Nanbei, who was in a dark and calm mood. Isn't it normal for Ji Nanbei to be plotted against? He was so arrogant and deadly every day just because he was a miracle doctor. He must have made more enemies than ever before.
There are still many things to do in Song Han Dynasty.
"Take care of yourself."
She raised her head and looked at the sky outside the window. She had been out for so long and no one came to see her. Ye Fuxun stood up and prepared to go back. When he walked to the door, he looked back and asked, "Are there any guards around? Mingyue Pavilion is safe for the time being.
Yes, just stay calm."
As soon as he opened the door, he saw Danggui standing outside, "Miss Ye, how are you?" Miss Ye, no one has called her this name for a long time, no! Why didn't he say that Danggui was outside?! He even asked her to give him medicine.
, a certain princess seemed to have forgotten that she was the one who asked for medicine.
Turning around, Ji Nanbei smiled warmly at her. Ye Fuxun thought that smile was weird and gave him a roll of the eyes. Seeing Ye Fuxun walking down, Mrs. Wang dropped the melon seeds in her hand and went to greet him, "Mr. Zhong, you are welcome."
Wake up." Ye Fuxun nodded, "The young master inside has been arranged so that his whereabouts are not disclosed to anyone." After saying that, he stepped up to leave. Mother Wang and many maids looked at him strangely.
Ye Fuxun, "Mr. Chong, are you going back?" a maid asked.
Ye Fuxun nodded blankly. Looking at everyone's eyes, he couldn't help but touch his face and asked, "Is there something on my face? Are you looking at me like this?"
"Sir, are you going back without dressing up?"
Ye Fuxun suddenly realized that her bun had fallen apart when she was drunk, and her hair had always been loose. No wonder she felt light on her head. A maid came over and said softly, "I will help you dress up."
The maid's hands were very skillful, and she combed Ye Fuxun's hair into a simple man bun in three strokes. Ye Fuxun looked at himself in the mirror with satisfaction, a handsome and unrestrained boy with a white face.
It was already past the second watch when she returned to Prince Chen's Mansion. Qingruo saw Ye Fuxun coming back and hurriedly greeted him, "Princess, why did you come back so late? The slave girl was just saying that she was sending someone to pick you up." She heard Ye Fuxun coming back again.
Fu Xun smelled of alcohol and frowned, "Princess, have you drank?"
"Drink a little with Ayan." Ye Fuxun took the handkerchief handed over by the maid, cleaned his face, and asked, "Where is the prince? Are you back?"
"I'm back. Miss Murong from Jinxiu Tower is sick again. Your Majesty is in Jinxiu Tower now." Qingying, who had just walked in, took over the conversation naturally. Qingruo gave her a look, but Qingying pretended not to notice and said angrily.
, "The one in Jinxiu Tower is really precious. She is always fed with ginseng and bird's nests. She is so weak that she falls ill when the wind blows. She is really Sister Lin. Princess, you were never so pretentious when you were sick. I'm a slave.
Look, the prince is too doting on that girl Murong, and now everyone in the mansion has begun to fawn over those in Jinxiu Tower. They are really a bunch of slaves who look down on others!"
"Has anyone made you angry?" Ye Fuxun asked calmly after changing into men's clothes. Qingying was the most hot-tempered among her maids. She was not as steady as Qingruo, nor as steady as Qingyun.
Ruthless, Qingying is a person who is black and white. She has her own opinions and cannot bear the slightest grievance.
"It is true that someone has wronged Sister Qingying." Qingqin said with a smile, "The weather is getting cold, and Sister Qingying saw that the princess didn't have a new cloak yet, so she was going to go to the warehouse to get some cloth to make one for the princess. Who?
Knowing that the one that Sister Qingying had chosen was snatched away by people from Jinxiu Building, and she said it was ordered by the prince, Sister Qingying was furious and replied a few words. Unexpectedly, the old woman in charge of the warehouse actually said
Sister Qingying relies on the power of others, Princess, do you think she is irritating or not?"
The maid of Bieyi Ge had never experienced such grievances. When she was in Ye Mansion, because Ye Fuxun had already engaged Song Hanzhuo, Ye Hanliang and Mrs. Ye would give Fusheng Pavilion three points. When they arrived at Prince Chen's Mansion, Ye Fuxun again
She is a princess, and everyone in the palace has to listen to Bieyige's orders. The maids in Bieyige are all the targets of the maids and servants in other courtyards, and they have never been outnumbered.
"There are so many silks and satins in Bieyige's warehouse for you to choose from. Why did you go to the warehouse in the palace to get it?" The dowry brought by Ye Fuxun was not put into the treasury of Prince Chen's palace, but was transferred to Aunt Zhou.
They were all placed in Bieyige's warehouse. According to Aunt Zhou, the most indispensable space in Prince Chen's Mansion is silk and satin, gold, silver and jewelry. Let Ye Fuxun keep these things for himself.
"Didn't you give Miss Li'er a dowry?" Qingying muttered in a low voice. She really didn't understand why the princess had given all the money she had earned so hard to do as a dowry to Miss Li'er.
Qing Ruo gently tugged on Qing Ying's clothes and signaled her to stop saying a few words. Ye Fuxun had been busy enough lately, and Qing Ruo didn't want her master to worry about such a trivial matter.
Looking at Qingying's aggrieved face, Ye Fuxun sighed, "Go and tell Aunt Zhou tomorrow to change the nun in charge of the warehouse. I haven't even left the palace yet, so I can't wait to curry favor with others.
It’s okay if you don’t want this kind of slave.” Looking at Qingying’s happy expression, she asked with a smile, “Didn’t she say that you are relying on human power? Tomorrow I will go and show her what it means to be a fox and a tiger, so that I can get rid of your bad temper.”
"Thank you, Princess."
"You guys, please listen to me. If I don't argue, it doesn't mean that I will be beaten passively. In Prince Chen's palace, I will always be the master. No matter how many concubines come in the future, the people of Bie Yi Ge will definitely
You cannot be wronged. If there are some slaves who make you angry in the future, feel free to take action. I will support you, but you must not rely on my support to make trouble for you. If that happens, you will definitely
Don’t be lenient!”
"My slave, I have taken note of it." Qingqin and the others looked at each other and smiled. They had taken in enough people in the house in the past few days. They were afraid of the princess's censure before, but now that the princess has let it go, they will naturally want to take the bad breath away.
Out.
After the third watch, Ye Fuxun couldn't sleep again and again. Tonight, Song Hanzhuo spent the night in Jinxiu Building again. Qingyun went to check the news but had not come back yet. He thought about the Ye Mansion on Zhuque Street and who he was suddenly.
Hearing the sound of someone falling to the ground outside the door, Ye Fuxun was startled. Could it be that someone was visiting Prince Chen's mansion at night?
"Who?" Qing Ruo, who was sleeping in the outer room, heard a low cry, and then heard a weak voice, "It's me."
"Qingyun? Why are you injured?" Qingruo lit the lamp and looked at Qingyun who had been stabbed twice on the arm. His whole clothes were soaked with blood. Ye Fuxun hurriedly put on his clothes, got out of bed to check, and walked around.
Passing the screen, he saw Qingyun, dressed in night clothes, sitting on a soft couch with a pale face, while Qingruo was applying medicine to her.
"princess……"
"Don't move." Ye Fuxun gently held down Qingyun, who was about to stand up and salute, and asked with concern, "Why are you injured?" Why have there been so many injuries recently? Today, someone was plotting against Ji Nanbei in Mingyue Pavilion, and now again
It's Qingyun.
"One of the wounds was sustained while exploring the Ye Mansion on Zhuque Street at night, and the other was sustained while investigating in the south of the city." Qingyun bit her teeth gently, and Qingruo tied a strong knot for her with strength.
"Princess, there are weird things in Ye Mansion on Zhuque Street and in the south of the city. When I went to check these two places, I found nothing. Moreover, there is a house on the outskirts of the south of the city that is particularly weird. I heard from people around that, at night
You can always hear people talking, but there is no one in the house. There are soldiers guarding them. They say they don’t know what they are guarding. This Zhuque Street is even weirder. The slaves haven’t entered yet. Don’t be hurt by the traps set up in the house. This Ye Mansion
They appeared almost out of thin air, and no trace could be found, as if their things had been deliberately erased." Qing Yun recounted what she had seen and heard in the past half day, but fortunately she was not seriously injured, Qing Yun said.
If her complexion improved after giving her medicine, Ye Fuxun asked her to go back and have a good rest.
Early the next morning, Aunt Zhou changed the nun in charge of the warehouse. Ye Fuxun had nothing to do, so he played the piano and painted in the Xinshui Pavilion in the back garden, with only Qing Hua waiting beside him.
"Princess, the wind has picked up, do you want to go back?" Qing Hua was worried about Ye Fuxun's weak body, fearing that the wind would blow and catch the cold.
Ye Fuxun hooked his wrist, and a chrysanthemum bloomed quietly on the paper, "No, I want to stay here for a while."
"Then slave, go and give you that cloak."
There was indeed some coolness. Ye Fuxun nodded and asked Qing Hui Bieyige to get the cloak. Murong was supported by two maids and walked slowly from the direction of the garden. When he raised his eyes, he saw Ye Fuxun.
Fuxun was painting alone in Xinshui Pavilion. His eyes sank, and he turned to the two maids behind him and said, "You guys wait here." After saying that, he walked slowly to Xinshui Pavilion. Ye Fuxun listened.
When the sound came, he thought it was Qing Hua coming back, so he smiled and said, "Why so fast? Come and see how I painted this chrysanthemum?"
"Sister Suwen is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. She is one of the most talented girls in the capital. When I saw her today, her reputation is indeed well-deserved. No wonder Brother A-Zhuo always mentions you to me."
Ye Fuxun suddenly raised his head. Murong was wearing a moon-white brocade dress, which gave people a clear and clean feeling. A light purple gauze belt was draped on both shoulders. A gust of wind blew by, giving people an elegant feeling, like a fairy descending to earth.
Simple bun, delicate facial features, a pair of watery eyes looking at Ye Fuxun's paintings, and looking at Ye Fuxun with a smile. Murong said this sentence has a compliment in it, this Ye Fuxun
Her reputation in the capital has never been that of a talented woman, but that she is decisive in killing, acting strangely, and usually does not follow the routine. A sentence that Brother A'Zuo often mentions has brought Song Hanzhuo closer to her.
"Miss Murong is so complimentary." Ye Fuxun put away her pen, because with this uninvited guest, she was no longer in a good mood to paint.