Xiao Mansion, Bamboo Courtyard.

Yun Zheng walked in with the wind under his feet.

"Master. ”

Xiao Chengyu pinched his sour eyebrows, put the scroll in his hand for the time being, and a touch of displeasure flashed in Gujing Wubo's eyes.

Yun Zheng hesitated in his heart, and his scalp was a little numb, this should not be able to disturb the master, but this matter really cannot be delayed.

"There's a letter from Master Gu. ”

Xiao Chengyu lightly swept Yun Zheng, who was looking down, and took the letter with a gesture.

The inner room fell silent for a moment, his eyes flashing over the letter quickly, and his countenance sank with the last word that fell into his eyes.

Yun Zheng cautiously glanced at his master's expression, and asked after considering the wording: "Master, what did Master Gu Zhuang say?"

His face seemed to be covered with a layer of cold frost: "Something tricky happened over there?"

Yun Zheng was a little uneasy when he landed in his heart, and he was afraid that it would be difficult to deal with things that could make Gu Zhuang feel tricky.

"What does the master mean?"

Xiao Chengyu closed his eyes for a moment, his eyes were indifferent: "Set off tomorrow night." ”

Yun Zheng replied with a solemn face: "Yes." ”

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is the so-called money can make ghosts grind, not to mention that it is Shen Qingyu who is generous, and the head of this Qingqilou directly worships her as the God of Wealth.

Shen Qingyu crossed his legs and said with a smile: "Go, find the two most vigorous little men to come over, and they will be alive." ”

The person in charge of the building was an elderly woman, and when she said this, a touch of meaning slipped on her face smeared with thick rouge, and this little boy looked like he was not in the world, and he never thought that the taste was so heavy.

"Yes, Bao Gongzi is satisfied. After saying that, he twisted his waist and withdrew with a smile.

The young man in white took a sip of tea slowly, and his complexion instantly cooled: "Fu'er, do it." ”

Meng Fu had already been itching for a long time, but now that he had received the order, he responded with a smile, took out a small porcelain bottle from his sleeve, and then poured out a red pill.

Luo Hengyang, I can't blame me, if you want to blame, you are bold enough to dare to calculate Miss Nianchu's head.

These two are enough for you............

After this side was ready, Shen Qingyu took Meng Fu out of Qingqi Tower.

"Is that medicine fierce?"

Meng Fu was stunned for a moment, and immediately replied: "Bag him ****." ”

The corners of the boy's mouth hooked slightly, and he smiled.

Not far from Mofu, Song Zhiyuan paced back and forth like ants on a hot pot, and that appearance was not half what a prince should be.

What should he find to find Miss Nianchu?

Just as he was thinking, a carriage happened to stop here.

Then I saw a young man in white and a woman dressed as a slave and maid out of the carriage one after the other.

Meng Fu handed the silver to the groom: "There is labor." ”

What they did was not a good thing, so naturally they couldn't blatantly use the carriage of Mofu, so they hired a new one outside.

After the carriage left, the two walked in the direction of Mofu.

Song Zhiyuan saw it in his eyes, but he was confused in his heart, this Mo Hongfeng, he had seen it, it was definitely not this thin little body, so what is this young man?

He couldn't think about it, but he saw that the young man suddenly turned his head and said something to the maidservant behind him.

A smile appeared on the young man's fair face, and he didn't know what to say, which made the maid cover her mouth and laugh.

Although I didn't dare to confirm it in my heart, there was still a feeling of acquaintance between my eyebrows and eyes.

So, he hurriedly hurried up and chased after him.

"Childe is slow. ”

The man in front of him stopped.

The person who came into view was wearing a dark four-clawed python robe, hunched over and panting slightly, Rao was a little embarrassed, but he did not lose his innate demeanor.

This person, she has seen it, is the cousin of Sheng Xiaohou, the current prince - Song Zhiyuan.

"I saw the prince for the first time. ”

Song Zhiyuan's face was blank when he arrived, and after he came back to his senses, he looked people up and down, and his eyes were a little strange for a while: "Why is Miss Nianchu dressed like this?"

Shen Qingyu smiled and said without hesitation: "I'm bored, I went to the Drunken Dream Building." ”

Really, it turned out to be true, this Miss Nianchu really likes women, and now Song Zhiyuan inexplicably feels a little sorry for his cousin.

Thinking about the purpose of his visit, Song Zhiyuan suppressed the sympathy in his heart, and said sullenly: "Miss Nianchu, you go and see Jingchen!"

The sadness on his face didn't look like a fake.

She frowned, "What's wrong with him?"

"Miss Nianchu, don't blame Jingchen, since you ignored him, that kid drank depressed all day long, and now he is sick. He paused, glanced at Shen Qingyu, whose face changed slightly, and continued: "The imperial doctors in the palace have all been here, but this heart disease still needs a heart medicine. ”

thought that she was nine out of ten, but when she didn't want her words to fall, she changed her solemnity, and instead stared at him with a smile: "Really?"

The smiling eyes were as penetrating as knives, as if they were trying to see through him.

His mind was almost flustered by her glance, but fortunately, after only a moment, he stabilized and said with a wry smile: "If Miss Nianchu doesn't want to forget it, after all, this matter is Jingchen's fault first." ”

After saying that, he turned around and left.

The back looked really lonely, as if full of boundless sorrow and helplessness.

No matter what, Sheng Jingchen's stinky boy has helped her several times, she can't ignore him because of such a little thing, just take a look.

"Lord Wang. ”

The crisp voice sounded suddenly, and Song Zhiyuan's face swept over a touch of success, but fortunately he was bluffed, otherwise he would have returned alone, and according to his good cousin's temperament, he would have to beat him to death.

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Sheng Xiaohou Ye lay restlessly on the bed, and just for a while, he couldn't turn over dozens of times.

I don't know if Song Zhiyuan's trick will work, if it doesn't work, see if he doesn't clean him up.

Just thinking about it, Uncle Wang pushed the door and walked in: "Here, Miss Nianchu is here." ”

When Sheng Xiaohou heard this, he was busy lying down in a proper manner, and the anxiety on his face was replaced by a depressed and sick state.

"Jingchen! Miss Nianchu is here. "Song Zhiyuan is like a drama spirit, and before he entered this door, he had already wiped his eyes.

However, it was this move that made Shen Qingyu's heart tighten, and all the way to the Hou Mansion seemed to be immersed in mourning, could it be that kid really ............

Just as he was thinking about it, he had already followed him to the back room.

On the other side of the bed, I saw the young man who was usually unrestrained and wanton lying there with a melancholy face, the light in his eyes was extremely dim, and the whole person seemed to be covered with a layer of clouds.

As if sensing the movement over there, the young man turned his head to look over, and when the person in his heart came into view, the young man's dead face finally loosened slightly.

"Sick beauty, why are you here?"

The voice was soft, without the original arrogance and banter.

She walked to the edge of the bed and seemed to sigh, "I forgive you for the events of that day." ”

Holding back the joy that erupted, he moved his pale lips and looked sad: "I'm sorry, it's all my fault...... I ............"

Her voice interrupted with great tenderness: "It's all over, you have to get better quickly." ”

He hummed softly with a look of disgrace.

Seeing that there was no color in the young man's eyes, she frowned and said in a deep voice: "Wait until you're ready, go to the Drunken Dream Building, I'll do the east." ”

Burst...... Sheng Xiaohou almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood... ......

What he hates most now is Drunken Dream Building, but the impression he left on her at the beginning was that he was unruly and loved beauties............ But at this moment, I couldn't help myself, so I could only nod and say hello.

That's it, it's good that the sick beauty isn't angry with him.....................

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