Inside the Nine Kings' Mansion

After listening to Yun Mubai's words, the scholar who was concentrating on studying ink suddenly heard a sound and raised his eyes to look out the window. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info "Master, it's a carrier pigeon!" When Yun Mubai heard this, he raised his head vigilantly and gave a look to the scholar, who opened the window knowingly, and the carrier pigeon flew to the edge of the inkstone in front of Yun Mubai's desk skillfully and stopped. Yun Mubai stretched out his hand, put the prepared pigeon food in the small box next to the inkstone, brushed the white hair on the pigeon's body, and reached out to take off the letter box at its feet.

The pigeon eats its food obediently, and from time to time it looks up at its master. And Yun Mubai took the letter at the pigeon's feet and unfolded it and looked at it, his good-looking eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he clenched the letter paper with some hatred, and did not say anything. After a while, he asked the scholar on the side in a low voice: "Who is the one who competes with me for the qualification of Jiangnan tea field land?" When the scholar heard Yun Mubai's low pressure, he didn't dare to come out, but he still replied calmly with the same face: "I vaguely heard that the little one has some contact with the people in the palace. ”

"Oh? The people in the palace? Yun Mubai asked a little unexpectedly. I couldn't help but think carefully: The people in the palace? Who in the palace is still so passionate about business? Is it a? The Jiang family behind the queen? Or those princes... The more I thought about it, the more I couldn't figure it out, and I couldn't help but feel a little bored.

"Master!" Just as he was thinking carefully, Yuan Yan's voice came from the door. Yuan Yan trotted all the way and ran in from outside the house. "The little one has seen the master!" As soon as he entered the study, Yuan Yan bowed rigorously. "Get up quickly, come here at this point, is there any new progress in Miss Ansan?" Yun Mubai asked a little carelessly brushing the pigeon's feathers.

"Back to the master, Miss An San went to the study to ask General An for peace this morning, and was pushed by Miss An and injured her arm." Before Yuan Yan finished speaking, Yun Mubai's hands were tightened subconsciously, and the pinched pigeon lost a few white hairs, and the pigeon broke free with some dissatisfaction, looking at Yun Mubai aggrievedly. Yun Mubai's eyes tightened suddenly, and there was a hint of uneasiness in his voice: "How is her injury?" ”

"The little one hid in the shadows, and he couldn't see it very clearly, but he saw Miss An San being helped back to Taosong Pavilion by her personal maid." Yuan Yan replied respectfully. After Yun Mubai heard this, instead of relaxing, he became even more worried. "Okay, I see, you go down first." I didn't see any emotion on my face, but my heart was already overturned. No, I have to go see the little fox today!

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Inside the Peach Pine Pavilion

"Miss, I quickly used this bowl of rock sugar pear water to moisturize and moisturize. Your arm isn't very good today, so it's better to rest early! Zhu Xing took a bowl of rock sugar pears that had been at the right temperature and delivered them to An Yu. An Yuqian looked at the intimate Zhu Xing, smiled, and was a little coquettish: "Okay Zhu Xing, I know, you can also go and rest." "Miss, you'd better use it quickly, the slave and maid will leave as soon as they put away the bowl." Zhu Xing persevered.

"Okay." An Yu couldn't survive Zhu Xing, drank it in one go, and drove her away. "Okay, okay, I'm going to turn off the lights, Zhu Xing, go ahead." Zhu Xing shook her head helplessly when she saw An Yu's appearance. And he withdrew. An Yu exhaled, sat on the bed, and was about to open the quilt to sleep, when he suddenly heard a very faint knock on the window. An Yu Yan shouted in a vigilant voice, "Who? ”

"It's me." A somewhat familiar and nice male voice replied softly. "Nine. . . Nine Princes? An Yuqian asked with some uncertainty. As soon as he finished asking this sentence, he smelled a faint smell of sandalwood, and Yun Mubai flashed into the room. Seeing Yun Mubai, An Yu's heart seemed to be relieved of his burden, and his movements were a little casual. "Could it be that the Ninth Prince only likes to secretly break into a woman's boudoir?" An Yuqian had some playful ridicule.

"Master, I just broke into your boudoir. Well? Yun Mubai took a few steps forward, looked at An Yuan who was leaning on the side of the bed, and smiled charmingly.