"This bug", Tian Liang paused and frowned, "has he gained weight recently?"
Hua Xiaochong was struck by lightning and turned to stone immediately. He knelt down on Jun Xiaobao's hand, which unfortunately became a typical OTZ posture...
This dragon is here to be despised, ravaged, and insulted, and has no self-respect at all...
Ugh...it regrets so much that it left the East China Sea in the first place!
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Halfway through the carriage, Tianliang suddenly remembered the things he left behind in Tianfeng Pavilion. He quickly opened the curtain and said to Huayin, "You take Baozi back to Li's Mansion first. I'll come back as soon as I can."
"where did you go?"
Huayin reined in her horse and looked puzzled, "I'll just send you there."
"There is an arena nearby today, so it's difficult for the carriage." Tianliang and Jun Xiaobao raised their hands, jumped off the carriage, and told Hua Yin, "Remember to tell Qiuling to prepare a sumptuous dinner."
Huayin said nothing to her, how much does this woman love to eat?
But he still obeyed the order, turned around obediently, and took Jun Xiaobao back to Li's Mansion.
Tianliang walked through the alleys and detoured a few times before returning to Tianfeng Pavilion. She stepped into the threshold and walked upstairs without losing her breath. She happened to meet the shopkeeper going upstairs. The shopkeeper saw her and said in surprise:
"Didn't Mrs. Qi go with Mr. Qi?"
Walk?
For a moment, she didn't care about those three words that made her angry.
"Mr. Qi, are you no longer in Tianfeng Pavilion?"
Tianliang asked, and his heartbeat in his chest suddenly beat faster for no apparent reason, and his voice could be heard clearly.
"Mr. Qi and Mr. Gu have just packed up their belongings, left the room, and left in a carriage." The shopkeeper said truthfully.
check out.
Take a carriage ride.
Gone.
Tian Liang's mind exploded again, and he went blank for a few seconds.
Mr. Qi traveled around, rarely staying in one place, and his whereabouts were uncertain. Some people had tried their best, but it was difficult to find his trace... Feng Yi's words echoed in his ears.
Tian Liang's body moved, and his chest felt as if there were dozens of kilograms of boulders pressing on it, making him feel a little sour and a little dull.
Even at this moment, even the energy to speak up was gone.
"Changle Pavilion has been cleaned up, nothing is left." The shopkeeper saw her expression change and asked carefully, "Miss Li, do you want to move in or..."
"It's nothing, it just became a habit of coming in. I took the wrong way and entered the wrong door for a while."
She responded calmly, turned around, raised her feet, and fell down the stairs neatly.
There is no wave on the face, the wind is gentle and the clouds are calm.
Just leave...just leave.
It's not like we have any interactions with each other.
Tianliang thought this and walked out of Tianfeng Pavilion...
But the moment she stepped out of the threshold and stood in front of the door, her mind couldn't help but recall the time when the sedan chair was alighting. The man opened the curtain of the sedan chair, looked at her with a gentle look, and smiled at her.
Miss Li, are you waiting for me?
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"good--!"
Cheers came from the side, attracting Tianliang's attention. She turned around and saw people on the ring not far away on the right, also gathered to watch an event.
The people fighting on the stage were a man in Tsing Yi and a burly man. It was obvious that the man in Tsing had the upper hand. He held a long sword with a bright light in his hand. He didn't even really start to use his martial energy, so he used sword skills to beat the big man.
Lying down on the stage.
This man's posture is graceful and dexterous, and he can easily handle every move. Under the light and shadow of the sword, he hides his frailty. His sword skills are sharp but not sinister. When he swings the sword, it has the charm of loose wind and bamboo.
She had seen the way he danced his sword so many times. Even though his back was turned to her, Tianliang could easily recognize that it was Feng Xiyun, the Fourth Prince.
With a dull thud of drums, the master of ceremonies stepped forward and announced, "The Fourth Prince wins!"
This ending is not surprising. How could a ninth-level royal Cambrian master not be able to defeat a common man who was a rich and powerful person in the competition?
But what happened next was surprising.
Feng Xiyun did not step down, but took out a wooden sign from her waist, handed it to the injured man and said, "Victory and defeat are commonplace in military affairs. You were struck by my sword with your back. If you don't receive first aid, you will definitely suffer consequences for those who will follow."
It’s a bad day for practicing martial arts. This is the first aid sign given by an old doctor at a medical clinic in the south of the city. You can take the sign and go quickly.”
The big man raised his head and saw that the Fourth Prince was not ridiculed or disdainful, and his face was full of kindness. His heart was indeed as rumored. The Fourth Prince was kind-hearted and treated people with kindness. Even his opponents who were injured during the game would feel worried.
He quickly stood up, took off the sign, nodded and kowtowed, and said, "The common people are convinced, thank you, Your Majesty, thank you, Your Majesty..."
Feng Xiyun smiled, put away the cold sword, and turned around.
There were constant applause and sighs in the audience. Everyone was talking and admiring. Many people said that Prince Feng San was very virtuous and if he was elected as the crown prince, he would become a wise king in the future.
Tianliang only stood in the corner and watched for a short while. He seemed not surprised to see the result. He raised his eyes and glanced at Feng Xiyun who was about to get off the ring. The corner of his mouth moved, showing a slightly cold look.
smile.
He really hasn't changed and his acting is so good.
If he is truly a virtuous and kind-hearted person, can he take advantage of other people's friendship without any guilt and then throw it away ruthlessly?
Feng Xiyun lowered her head and cast her gaze in her direction without any hesitation.
It was as if he knew she was standing there early in the morning.
Tian Liang looked away indifferently and turned to leave.
His eyes twitched, and he stepped off the stage as if he wanted to catch up...
"Xiyun! Congratulations on your victory!"
Shen Rongrong's voice sounded, and she stepped forward with excitement on her face, blocking Feng Xiyun's way, "Dad said that you are a sure winner, and ordered a celebration banquet to be held at Ronghua Building early in the morning!"
Feng Xiyun finally stopped, responded, and said with a smile: "Prime Minister Shen, there is no need to be so extravagant and wasteful..."
"The matter concerning your dignified Fourth Prince is of course a big one. Dad has invited many colleagues, and they are all waiting in the Ronghua Building." Shen Rongrong picked up the cloak and put it on him, with a rosy face, "I have prepared a sedan chair."
Well, you have to go."
With a tone of anger and infatuation, Feng Xiyun looked down at her and nodded, "Of course I have to go, and I can't keep Prime Minister Shen and the ministers waiting for too long."
Discussions resumed, and the rumor that the fourth prince wanted to regret his marriage to Miss Shen was self-destructed. In the eyes of everyone, this conversation naturally showed another scene of a man in love and a woman interested in each other, with deep affection and good affection...
Before Feng Xiyun got on the sedan, she unconsciously glanced in the direction of the figure, only to see that there was no trace of it.
Shen Rongrong smiled: "What's wrong? Does anyone care?"
He was startled and shook his head, "Except for you, I have no one else to care about."
Shen Rongrong's face turned red, she raised her pink fist and smashed it shyly, "You will talk glibly to me!"
Feng Xiyun responded quietly, took her hand, and got on the sedan chair.
Shen Rongrong shyly followed him to the sedan chair, sat next to him and hugged his arm, with her red face raised and saying nothing.
Hearing such words makes you naturally happy. Feng Xiyun thought so.
He is smooth-tongued, but no one has ever said that about himself before.
Now that I think about it, it seems that he has never said any affectionate and joking words to the person hiding behind him, not even once.
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Tianliang's walk back to the General's Mansion was much slower than usual. She couldn't figure out why, but the darker the sky, the more depressed she began to feel.
Even though we had won the battle, there was no reason to be unhappy.
So weird.
She muttered in her heart and walked into the backyard through the back door of Li's house. Since she didn't have the habit of going back to the house to ask for blessings from Li Yuanhang, she went all the way back to her garden.
Along the way, it gets even stranger.
In the past, when the servants in other rooms saw him, they would only respect him by nodding their heads and calling Miss Third, and those who looked down upon him would just turn a blind eye and pretend to be busy with their work. Now, no matter whether he is sweeping the floor or cooking in Li's house, Yes, no one serving tea or pouring water saw her without smiling, bowing three times and shouting respectfully and loudly, "Hello, Third Miss, Third Miss is back, Wish you all the best, Third Miss..."
It's true that she won two games, but after all, she only won two games, and she didn't get any real rewards or rankings. She just made enough gimmicks in this event and caused a few waves. It makes people change so much all of a sudden.
Suspicious, Tianliang walked into the yard.
Then, she saw the source of all changes and the fundamental reason why she was respected by others.
His simple garden was decorated with lights and colorful decorations, and was extremely gorgeous. Even the servants at his command were equipped with nearly ten, all standing in the courtyard, shouting in unison, "Miss Third!"
The courtyard used to be simple and unadorned, with only stone tables and chairs placed in the middle.
The table was filled with a variety of delicious meals, and in the middle was Fengjing's finest peach blossom wine.
And in front of that table, there was a man with a calm and indifferent expression sitting, who was concentrating on his meal.
Touch your sleeves and put down chopsticks.
The man raised his eyes and smiled, "I'm back."
This tone made him feel at home, as if he were at home.