Pei Ji's clear voice was slightly raised, and it was inevitable that it contained a bit of joking and gentleness. Although he said this, he still leaned against the pillar as if nothing happened, looking very cool.
"Here, give it back to you." Zhao Lanshe handed the sword in his hand to him. Pei Ji naturally took the sword and weighed it in his hand. A smile appeared on his thin lips and he lay in Zhao Lanshe's ear.
He said in a loud voice: "Little brat, how are you going to repay me?"
Zhao Lanshe raised her eyes and met a pair of playful eyes. There seemed to be stars flowing in the young man's eyes, and the smile almost overflowed from his eyes.
"Hmm... let me think about it."
Zhao Lanshe pretended to be embarrassed and thought for a while before slowly continuing:
"How about... give this to you?"
Zhao Lanshe quickly took out a piece of silver from his purse and quickly put it into Pei Ji's hand. He quietly took a few steps back and carefully observed Pei Ji's face. At this time, let alone Pei Ji, he was stunned.
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The other students of Jingwu Hall also acted as if they had seen a big joke. After all, a piece of silver is really not considered "wealth" to the young masters present, let alone to Pei Ji.
"That's it? Little brat, you better keep the money yourself. I'm not short of this ingot."
Pei Ji took a cursory glance and threw the silver coin back into Zhao Lanshe's hands with disgust.
"Otherwise? Mr. Pei, I have all my daughter's hairpins, rings, silks and satins. Apart from silver, I have nothing suitable for you."
Zhao Lanshe said helplessly, and turned around again, as if to say, "Look, I'm not lying to you. Apart from silk and satin, I really have nothing to give you, just hairpin rings and jewelry."
"That's it, I'll give it to you. You don't want it."
Zhao Lanshe took the ingot of silver and put it into his purse, pretending to be regretful and innocent and shrugged. He turned around and walked towards his brother with a smile.
Zhao Zhuhan didn't know what he was talking about with Mr. Guo, but Mr. Guo, who was always stern, had a little smile on his face.
Zhao Zhuhan was wearing a long jade-like gown, and a folding fan was gently swaying in his hand, which gave him a bit of a romantic and talented temperament. When he first came here, Zhao Lanshe always thought about the so-called people in Mo Shang, who are like jade.
Young Master Shi Wushuang is probably referring to gentle and elegant people like my brother.
"Remember you owe me a favor."
The girl looked back and saw that under the setting sun, the young man's energetic appearance was almost plated with a layer of gold. His long eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes. He smiled confidently and openly, and his dark hair followed
The breeze blows in the summer.
"good."
I don’t know if he was dazzled by the warm wind blowing, but Zhao Lanshe agreed with a bright smile. Zhao Lanshe walked to Zhao Zhuhan’s side and waited quietly while the husband talked to his brother.
It was really not easy for her to interrupt, so she looked here and there boredly. Those amber eyes broke into her eyes. Yeluqi raised his lips slightly when he saw Zhao Lanshe's gaze.
Corner, nodded slightly to indicate.
"Lan Musk, it's time to go."
A warm voice drew Zhao Lanshe's attention back. She smiled slightly at Yelu Qi and ran back to her brother.
The young girl and the gentle and jade-like young man walked side by side in the long palace corridor.
"It turns out that my brother is so powerful, but he didn't tell me."
The girl was quite arrogant and complained as she pursed her lips and said.
"These are all old things, there's nothing else to mention."
The young man smiled and continued:
"Brother, let me apologize to you, um... how good is the candied haws in Jiuyuezhai?"
"good!"
The girl responded crisply, almost jumping with excitement.
The young man looked at her appearance and suddenly laughed out loud.
"You...little glutton..."
"That's not true..."
Just like that, the two of them walked out of the palace, arguing with each other.
It was night, the night was hazy, the shadows of the buildings were deep, and everything was almost pitch black. Only the shadows of unknown candles came out from the windows, and the shadows of people moving in the building were vaguely reflected, making them blurry and difficult to identify.
"Young Master, please take a look."
The black shadow brought up something similar to a book, handed it to the man wearing a black robe and a mask with green face and fangs, and said with great respect.
The man in black robe opened the book and glanced briefly at it, then asked:
"That's all?"
"When the Prince of Huai'an and Princess Chengyang came to Beijing, the little princess made noises along the way to eat, drink, and have fun. This caused a long delay. Only when they first entered the capital, the little princess saved a daughter from a good family."
Su He lowered his head respectfully and said, then took out a fold of silk objects, and then said carefully:
"Young Master, what is here is what Princess Chengyang and Prince Huai'an did in Huai'an. Do you want to take a look?"
The man didn't say anything, he just took the thing and looked through it in his hand.
"The princess was seriously ill before?"
"Yes, young master. According to the spies' report, Princess Chengyang fell seriously ill for some unknown reason when she was in Huai'an a few years ago. Since then, Princess Chengyang's temperament has changed a lot. She was once a gentle and generous lady.
She has also become the little bully at the moment. It is said that Princess Huai'an also visited famous doctors, but she could not cure Princess Chengyang's disease."
"knew."
He gently waved his hand to signal the people to leave, then hung the silk fabric over the candle, and the flames licked it, and soon the silk fabric was reduced to ashes.
He blew out the candles and restored the room to almost its original state before calmly walking out the back door.
Before he stepped into the door of the school, Zhao Lanshe heard whispers among them, including a few sarcasm from time to time.
"What? She, a princess, went to the Jingwu Hall?"
A sharp voice came from her ears. The woman looked at the person in front of her arrogantly, with undisguised disgust and disgust in her eyes. She turned towards the others and said disdainfully:
"Hey, isn't this the princess? Still thinking about entering the Jingwu Hall?"
"Speak less, lest people go to report you to His Majesty again, and your uncle will punish you in solitary confinement."
"Why do Miss Su and Miss Jiang say this? When did Princess Chengyang go to His Majesty to file a complaint? She was the one who bullied others, so why did the Princess suffer the consequences?"
The sexy-looking woman sitting nearby spoke to dissuade him, her voice gentle and sweet.
It turned out to be her. In an instant, Zhao Lanshe remembered her quick glance outside the museum that day.
Zhao Lanshe glanced at them helplessly, then turned to Wen Nange with a bright smile and grateful eyes.
"Thank you."
The girl shook her head gently, raised her lips and smiled softly. The smile was as light as a feather.
In the next few days, they probably saw that Zhao Lanshe had no reaction to their criticism, so they simply stopped asking for trouble.
Zhao Lanshe had a lot of leisure time. In addition to going to the Bowen Hall to attend classes and study, he also learned various military techniques and boxing skills from his brother.
Of course, it was common for Pei Ji to tease her from time to time. At first, she was just like a kitten with explosive hair, arguing with him every sentence, but gradually she found that Zhao Yuezhi was getting better and better.
It’s just that his eyes are getting darker and darker.
It's not because of anything else, it's just that Zhao Lanshe has been too lazy to deal with Zhao Yuezhi's little girls' thoughts recently. For her, being able to study in Jingwu Hall is the most important thing at this moment.
