Ren Xiaoqiao chuckled, let go of Xiaojiu, stopped messing around, trotted all the way back to the door, pulled another woman in from the outside, and introduced to Song Yang: "This is my third sister, who was canonized by the emperor himself.
Princess Chenghe."
Song Yang smelled Qin Zhui outside the door, and of course there was another woman, but the other woman didn't say anything, and he didn't try to point it out. The princess didn't come in before, but she just gave them a
Opportunity to speak alone.
Of course, Princess Chenghe didn't dress up in men's clothing like Ren Xiaoqiao. She wore a plain long skirt, which didn't look out of the ordinary. But as she walked around, the angle of the light changed, and the light reflected on the plain skirt revealed the hidden embroidery.
The layers of brocade still reveal the luxurious wealth of this long dress.
Ren Xiaoqian seemed to feel that the title of 'Princess Princess' alone could not sway Song Yang, so he looked at him and continued: "My third sister's talent has spread far and wide, and everyone in the civil and military circles is impressed. She deserves to be the most talented woman in Nanli."
, your little cleverness is far behind compared to my third sister."
Ren Xiaozai and Song Yang are the same age, both eighteen. According to the custom here, it is too late for a woman to get married at this age, but at least she is not over twenty, so it is reasonable. But Princess Chenghe is already two years old.
At the age of twelve, he was still unmarried and always stayed with King Zhenxi. He was considered an anomaly among the nobles of Nanli.
Of course, it's not that he can't get married, but that he agrees not to marry and is willing to stay with his father and help him take care of Hongbo's house. The King of Zhenxi often goes into battle and goes to the Western Front to supervise the war, also because there is a son in the family.
Princess Chenghe took the lead and saved him from worries.
Princess Chenghe looked relaxed, neither restrained nor arrogant, as if she were seeing a friend. She shook her head and smiled at Song Yang: "What a 'talented girl', others are just shouting like a boo, Xiao Fu is bragging for me,
It actually made Mr. Song laugh."
After sitting down, Princess Chenghe still said politely: "I'm disturbing Mr. Song by visiting late at night."
Before Song Yang could say anything, Ren Xiaoqian waved his hand and agreed: "It doesn't matter, there's no need to be so polite to him. The favor he owes me can't be washed away even if he jumps into the sea!" When the old words were mentioned again, Ren Xiaoqiao's cheeks changed again.
Quietly turned red.
Princess Chenghe smiled and glanced at Ren Xiaoqian, then turned to look at Song Yang again: "Seventh sister and Mr. Song are old acquaintances. That's why we dare to come and disturb you. We only come here for one thing."
With that, Cheng He stood up and said to Song Yang Yingying: "Ren Churong on behalf of my father, and thank Mr. Song on behalf of Hongbo Mansion."
There are differences between men and women, and their status is different. Song Yang could not reach out to help him, so he could only stand up and return the courtesy. At the same time, he said: "The princess said something serious, but I didn't do anything."
Ren Churong shook his head and smiled: "In front of the people of Nanyang, I am showing off my power to the Red Wave Guards, and to showing my power to the countless soldiers in Xiguan... The fighting on the western front has been hard, but the inland has been peaceful for a long time, and many people have forgotten that under the command of King Zhenxi
Son, they deserve this honor and love. The Hongbo Mansion will keep this kindness in mind."
Then Ren Churong took out a list and handed it to Song Yang: "This is the details of the inspection of the Tibetan caravan. I have rechecked it. Mr. Song, please rest assured."
Song Yang skipped the details and went straight to the 'total price'. He was overjoyed: "Thirteen thousand taels of silver, so much? The Tubo people are indeed rich."
Ren Churong continued: "Tomorrow I will convert these silver taels into gold. As for whether to deposit it in a bank, send it directly to my hometown, or give it to my husband to carry with me, it all depends on your instructions."
Song Yang chose to save money in exchange for banknotes, and Ren Churong smiled and nodded, as if unintentionally responding: "This group of Tubo people don't pick early or late, but they come to trouble Mr. Song when he is on stage. They look like ghosts."
By God's will, they are destined to be in bad luck today, what a coincidence." With the last three words, her tone quietly became more serious.
Song Yang laughed twice and did not pick up the topic. He didn't understand that the 'understanding person' around Ren Xiaozai was the third sister princess.
Princess Chenghe smiled and did not pursue the matter of the Tibetan merchants any further. After that, they chatted casually. There was no topic, but the words were well-spoken and calm. It was completely different from Ren Xiaoyao who just said whatever came to his mind. He was completely unlike his biological son.
sisters.
The princess's appearance is not as good as that of Ren Xiaoqian. She can be considered comely but not beautiful. She only has a pair of eyes. When she smiles, they are like crescent moons, looking happy and moving. But if you look more closely, those smiling eyes are shrewd and shrewd...
During the chat, Princess Chenghe asked casually: "I heard from Xiao Fu that your husband is not only good at martial arts and has a beautiful mind, but he is also proficient in needles, stonework, work, and a lot of knowledge in investigating cases. Your teacher must be an expert who has never been born before."
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Song Yang answered truthfully: "There is no teacher. The one who teaches me is a relative or elder of mine, who passed away half a year ago."
Ren Xiaoyu was sitting beside him absent-mindedly. He couldn't help but glance at the direction Xiaojiu was retreating from the corner of his eyes. After hearing Song Yang's words, he was stunned for a moment, and then he realized: "Is it You Zuo? He, he is dead?"
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"Before leaving, he sang the song about going into the wine to rock the ground." Song Yang didn't want to talk more about this topic and laughed it off.
Ren Xiaoqiao started to talk about many interesting things about the talent selection in the past few days, giggling while talking. She meant well and didn't want Song Yang to be depressed, but her turn was too abrupt and too traceable... Song Yang was right
She smiled and nodded. There was no need to say the word 'thank you'.
After talking about some innocuous gossip, Princess Chenghe started talking, praised Song Yang a few words, and then smiled and said: "If my father sees you, he will definitely be surprised. He keeps talking about his children being incompetent all day long.
He needs to recruit a good disciple to pass on his fighting skills."
Ren Xiaoyu blinked with big eyes, wondering in his heart: Father, did he say that we are all incompetent?
Song Yang was noncommittal and changed the topic with a smile.
After a while, the two princes' daughters resigned. Ren Xiaoqian took his sister's hand and left happily. When he went out, he looked back at Song Yang, and at the same time, he did not forget to glance at the place where Xiaojiu was with his peripheral vision.
Room.
Not long after, Xiao Jiu walked out with her shoulders hunched, and whispered to Song Yang: "I didn't know she was the princess before." After saying that, she made a playful face to Song Yang: "I can see, princess.
Your Highness likes my young master."
After saying that, Xiaojiu held him a cup of tea with her beautiful little hands, her eyes bright and twinkling: "Master, do you like her?"
Song Yang waved his hand and said with a smile: "Don't be so fussy. What time is it now?"
"It's just past midnight." Xiaojiu replied.
Song Yang nodded: "I have to go out for a while. You can go to sleep first. You don't have to wait for me."
Xiao Jiu said "Oh" and looked at Song Yang going out with a smile...
At this time, Ren Xiaoqian and the third sister had already got into the carriage and drove towards the luxurious residence prepared for the princess alone.
Sitting in the car, Ren Xiaozhan pouted: "I just found a beautiful maid just after I was selected. It's amazing that I was selected so quickly..." As he said this, he took off his headscarf as if he was angry.
Ren Churong stretched out his hand to help his sister sort out Liuhai: "Sooner or later it will happen."
Ren Xiaoyu frowned: "What will happen sooner or later?"
Ren Churong smiled calmly: "A person like Song Yang has all kinds of martial arts, thoughts, and means. As long as he wants to, sooner or later he will jump over the dragon's gate. Sooner or later, there will be beautiful maids, and there will be many...not only maids, but also
There is a concubine."
With that said, Ren Churong reached out and took his sister into his arms: "Don't think about it too much, it's useless."
Ren Xiaoqiao was silent for a while and sighed softly.
Ren Churong remained silent, his eyes flickering, not knowing what he was thinking.
Song Yang did not leave the post house. He just went downstairs, turned the corner, came to the door of another apartment where the chosen one occupied, and raised his hand to knock on the door.
An old and calm voice came from inside the house: "The door is unlocked, come in."
Chen Hui is painting.
No color, ink painting, what is painted is "sun".
Beside the table, there are many completed paintings scattered on the ground, including rising sun, bright sun, sunset...all kinds of suns.
Song Yang smiled and praised: "Senior is so interested."
Chen Hui did not raise his head: "Sit down, the servant is an eyesore and I drove him away. I want to drink tea and make water for myself." Song Yang was not polite, turned around and walked into the kitchen to light a fire and boil water, and was busy with hot water for a while.
After the painting was finished, Chen Hui never looked at him and continued to paint seriously.
Song Yang brewed two cups of fragrant tea and brought them out, placing one cup next to Chen Hui's hand: "It's a very good tea, senior, you can have a try."
Chen Hui didn't cherish his paintings at all. He threw the pen on the unfinished painting in front of him. He finally raised his head and looked at Song Yang and asked abruptly: "I have a grudge against you?"