Wen Yan pulled Ye Fuxun's sleeve and said, "I couldn't hold it back for a moment." Ye Fuxun rolled his eyes, stretched out his hand and touched Wen Yan's forehead, "Do you know that he is from the Bianbei Wei family, and he just fought over
Quan failed, and now his brother is hunting him all over the world. If you dare to have anything to do with him, you will risk your life."
"You failed in your struggle for power? Are you still being hunted? Then you still want thirty thousand taels!"
"Why are you feeling distressed?" Ye Fuxun threw away the jade bone fan in his hand, poured himself a cup of tea, and drank it in one gulp. Wen Yan glanced at the jade bone fan worth a thousand taels, which was in winter.
That fan is meant to be romantic, but I don’t know how to get a cheap one.
"Who feels bad?" Wen Yan picked up the jade bone fan and pouted, "How do you know him?"
"Since you collected his jade pendant, I have sent people to investigate. Besides, he is still my savior. The last time Yuntian Temple was hijacked, it was the guard next to him who saved me."
"Then this is how you treat your savior? Cheating him for thirty thousand taels and adding insult to injury?"
After hearing Wen Yan's words, Ye Fuxun supported his head with one hand and looked at Wen Yan. Wen Yan's scalp was numb at the sight and asked, "Why are you looking at me like this?"
"Ayan, do you look down on yourself so much? Do you think you are not worth thirty thousand taels?" Wen Yan was speechless and couldn't say a word. He turned around and walked into the inner room, not intending to pay attention to a little woman who got thirty thousand taels.
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However, there is one sentence from Ye Fuxun that has been lingering in Wen Yan's mind - 'Master Wei is already engaged. I heard that his wife, who has never been married, is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and is a good hand in managing the family.'
Wen Yan buried his head in the pillow and was filled with his cool questions. He felt angry and threw the soft pillow out. He regretted throwing it out and quickly got up to pick it up.
Ye Fuxun saw all of this, his delicate lips slightly hooked, and a fox-like smile flashed in his eyes. I'm afraid this period of time won't be too boring.
Before it got dark, Ye Fuxun returned to the house. Qingruo greeted her and helped her change into men's clothes, "How is Qingyun's health these days?"
"It's much better. The doctor said that in a few days, he will be back to his original state." Qingruo's fingers flew up and she deftly gave Ye Fuxun one of the most popular buns at the moment.
"Well, that's good. I'll order the kitchen to cook more delicious food for Qingyun in the past few days to replenish his body. In addition, I'll boil the one or two bird's nests from the warehouse every day and send them to Qingyun." Ye Fuxun looked at it.
Seeing herself in the mirror changing from a handsome young man to a charming and beautiful young woman, she turned around and took Qing Ruo's hand and said, "My Qing Ruo is still as skillful with her hands."
He looked up and saw that it was already getting late, so he asked the maids to pass on the food. It was Qing Hua who opened the curtain and came in. He said with a smile, "Back to the princess, just now the prince sent someone back to say that he would accompany the guests tonight. Let the princess eat first. No need.
waited."
Ye Fuxun wiped his hands and asked casually, "What kind of guest?"
"This slave doesn't know either. I only heard that the prince values that guest very much."
"Okay, you go back to the prince and tell me that I know about it." Ye Fuxun covered the small gilt-carved stove and sat on the soft couch, thinking about what kind of guest Song Hanzhuo valued so much.
After thinking for a while, he whispered, "Qingying, send a reliable person to Mingyue Pavilion to pick up Miss Wen."
Qingying on the side nodded in agreement and retreated. After a while, several maids filed in and laid out the dinner, which was all Ye Fuxun's favorite dishes. When they were halfway through the meal, Qing Hua came back.
Holding a jade pendant in his hand, he handed it to Ye Fuxun and said, "Princess, my servant will give this to you."
Ye Fuxun took the jade pendant and took a look. Here is the piece that Ling Yu took away when he bought Yuntian Temple. Could it be that today's guest is Wei Mingjin. What is he doing in Prince Chen's Mansion? Could it be that he and Song Hanzhuo have known each other for a long time?
Already.
Several questions have been lingering in Ye Fuxun's mind.
Then he whispered to Qingruo to check.
In the study room at this time.
Wei Mingjin drank the fine Biluochun leisurely and contentedly, without looking like she was begging for help. Song Hanzhuo played with the purse embroidered for her by a little woman, looked at Wei Mingjin, and said with a smile, "I'm afraid Mr. Wei is not here today.
Is it that simple to drink tea?”
"Your Highness, King Chen, shouldn't you first thank me for saving Princess Chen?"
"Master Wei, you should think carefully about how to return to Bianbei."
After hearing this, Wei Mingjin's thin lips curled up slightly, "We still have to rely on His Highness, don't we?" Are you asking for help? Song Hanzhuo took a look, sat at the sandalwood table, and drank his fine Biluochun.
He looks like a master.
"Why should I help you?"
"Help me take back the Wei family. It can only be beneficial to His Highness King Chen."
Song Hanzhuo looked at the confident Wei Mingyin with a pair of dark eyes and asked, "Your brother Wei Mingluo is not a person to be trifled with. But tell me, if I help you, what are the benefits?"
"In terms of being easy to mess with, His Highness King Chen is probably the best in the world."
This is true. He, Song Hanzhuo, has been a demon king since he was a child. He has done many deviant things. Speaking of King Chen, who doesn't know that he is ruthless and vicious and does not act according to common sense.
Then Wei Mingjin looked at Song Hanzhuo with her cold eyes, and said lightly, "I can ensure the stability of the border area for a hundred years."
Wei Mingjin's words are like hitting a snake seven inches, and everyone in the world knows that although the third prince Song Hanzhuo and His Highness the Crown Prince are not brothers from the same mother, they have a very good relationship. In the future, the Crown Prince will succeed to the throne, which is related to the stability of the Xuanyue Dynasty.
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"I will wait and see." Song Hanzhao curled his thin lips. This is exactly what he wanted. Bianbei Hadazhen has always been a hidden danger. If the Wei family is in control, Bianbei Hadazhen will not be afraid.
After discussing the matter, Song Hanzhuo looked up at the sky, lowered his head and told Yun Li, "Send off the guests." He raised his legs and walked to the door. As soon as he reached the door, he heard Wei Mingjin laugh and say, "The princess is really a strange woman.
The opening of Mingyue Pavilion is really booming."
Song Hanzhuo paused, his indifferent eyes filled with a little smile, but then he heard Wei Mingjin say, "The prince is so lucky. There is a girl named Murong in the north, and a princess in the house."
Hearing Murong's name, Song Hanzhuo's eyes darkened, he lifted his robe and walked out.
Lingyu, who was in the dark, listened to his master's provocative words, with a row of black lines on his head. Master, you are here to ask for help. Can you have a little bit of awareness and attitude towards asking for help?
The lonely moon shines high, and the moonlight is like frost.
"Yuntang, do you know the whereabouts of Miss Murong?" Song Hanzhuo stood with his hands behind his hands and asked a shadow in the dark. Yuntang clasped his fists and said, "Not yet."
"Continue to check! I want to see the person alive, and the body when dead!" A cold air lingered in it, Yuntang bowed his head and praised, "Yes!" Suddenly heard a sound not far away, Yuntang's figure swayed, and quickly moved toward the sound
Moving around, "Who is there?!"
Song Hanzhuo turned around and caught a glimpse of a familiar figure. His expression changed. He took a step ahead of Yuntang, used his backhand to return Yuntang's airflow, and hugged a little pale woman with one hand.
Ye Fuxun leaned in Song Hanzhuo's arms in shock. She almost died just now. Song Hanzhuo lowered his head to look at the little woman who was a little lost. He touched her face with his big hand and asked with concern, "Xun'er, are you okay?
Right? Are you injured?"
Hearing Song Hanzhuo's low and concerned words, Ye Fuxun came back to her senses and faced those indifferent eyes. A name kept echoing in her mind - Murong. She shook her head blankly, pushed out of Song Hanzhuo's arms, and lowered her voice.
He said, "I'm fine."
"My subordinate almost hurt the princess, please punish me." Yuntang lowered his head and said.
"Go down and accept the punishment yourself!" There was anger in his calm voice, thinking that if he hadn't reacted quickly just now, the little woman in front of him might have been... Song Hanzhuo didn't dare to think further.
Ye Fuxun looked at Yuntang with a pair of bright eyes. Under the moonlight, he lowered his head and couldn't see his face clearly. He held his big, cold hands with soft grass and said, "He who doesn't know is not guilty.
Knowing that the prince is here to discuss matters, this concubine was reckless. It is not his fault. Please calm down, prince." The soft voice made Song Hanzhao dissipate the anger in his heart. He held the hands with his backhand and said to Yuntang in a cold voice.
, "It won't happen again."
"Yes." Yuntang then took a look at the legendary Princess Chen, a soft and frail woman who looked like a fairy in the sky under the moonlight. She was dressed in a crimson brocade dress, with a hint of Xi'an, and her clear eyes.
, as if he could see into people's hearts.
In the blink of an eye, Yuntang disappeared into the yard, leaving only the swaying shadows of the trees, as if he had never appeared.
"Why didn't you come out without a maid? You didn't even wear a coat." Song Hanzhuo took off his cloak and put it on Ye Fuxun. He then put his arm around her waist and walked towards Bieyige.
"Suddenly I remembered that I was going back to the Tang Mansion tomorrow and wanted to ask if the prince had time, so I didn't let them follow." Ye Fuxun changed his name unconsciously. Song Hanzhao heard the slight frown on his eyebrows and thought she was scared.
, said, "Next time, if this kind of thing happens, just send a maid." He lowered his head again and saw that the little man in his arms was absent-minded, so he smiled and said, "Why, Xun'er, who is not even afraid of death, was frightened by Yuntang.
Is it burning?”
"A little bit." Ye Fuxun raised his head and smiled, making a face at Song Hanzhao, then lowered his eyelids to cover the emotions in his eyes.
Murong, this was Song Hanzhuo's favorite person in his previous life. She actually forgot about this woman. Ye Fuxun suddenly felt a sense of fear in his heart. Song Hanzhuo was looking for her. Ye Fuxun was a little confused. Since this woman was in front of him,
Why did he ask the Holy Emperor for a marriage if he couldn't let go of the girl Murong so much? Questions came to Ye Fuxun's mind one after another. He raised his eyes and looked at Song Hanzhuo's resolute chin, and felt a little calmer.
The next day, Pingle Houfu sent someone to pick up Ye Yili early in the morning and stay there for a few days. After Qingruo had finished washing Ye Fuxun, she saw Qingyun coming in with the curtain raised.
"Princess, the prince sent someone to ask, are you ready?"