Haixing, Salo Port, Furui Yunzhu Building

As night fell, the man in the dark robe half-leaned in front of the window, watching his head gradually return to the bustling street market, his eyes deep and far-reaching.

"Eighth Master?" The man pushed open the door and made sure that he was inside, and then placed an oil lamp on the small table, and the room was bright. "I've read all the account books, and there are no omissions or mistakes."

He looked unharmed and said softly: "Youle, Xia Shangguan is not the emperor's eagle dog. ”

"Feng Mi!" Changyu Youle shook his head helplessly, he is the richest man in the world, the young master of the Xia Shang Pavilion who turned his hands into clouds and covered his hands for rain, but he always begged for hardships here in Fengmi, "Isn't it also for you to share your worries?" Besides, what my father thinks in his heart is the people of this world. ”

One didn't ask if it was really okay, and the other didn't answer if it really solved the problem, the two have known each other for many years, and they haven't changed anything because of each other's identities.

"You shouldn't listen to the old man."

"Then I'll listen to you! Tell me what to do! ”

"Don't do anything."

Changyu Youle couldn't help but be angry, "The entire Xia Shang Pavilion is nosy, right?" You and I have known each other since childhood, don't always be so angry when you talk! ”

Feng Mi didn't answer, his upright posture had a chilling aura, he leaned slightly on the window lattice, under the moonlight, the psychedelic breath had a fatal charm, far away beyond people's reach, this innate, and increasing mystery, made all the women obsessed with him, crazy for him, but for so many years, there has never been any woman around him who can get close.

"You are the emperor's favorite son, but the emperor has more than one son like you, have you seen this movement? The emperor is old, and what little energy he has left is focused on having fun, and now everything is peaceful, and those few outside dare not do anything, but people's hearts are as deep as the sea, who knows what will happen tomorrow! Changyu Youle suppressed his voice and reminded Feng Mi once again that it was true that he was the stars holding the moon, but he was also inevitably standing in the middle of the storm.

Today's emperor has seven sons and one daughter, the eldest son died young, the third son died, Feng Mi, is now the only child left by the emperor by his side, since he was born, is a collection of thousands of favors and one of the emperor's eight sons, because of his birth, the emperor sent other children out of Xiyue City, since then Xiyue City has spread a sentence: after Feng Mi, there is no emperor.

He is the destiny of everyone in the world, he has been brilliant since he was a child, he has been personally taught by Yan Heng, the president of the Imperial Academy, and half of the officials in the court have been his teachers, and at the age of fifteen, he was in charge of the Imperial Capital Division, the Central Book Supervisor, and even directly asked the emperor's decision.

But he was not greedy for power, and he was in a hurry to kill people who were as loyal to him as Xia Shangguan, and he also hated those emperors who were in other places.

"Although I also understand that the chance of something happening is very small, I don't know what's going on lately, and I always feel panicked." Changyu Youle shook his shoulders and laughed, "Maybe I'm worried about nothing, what can happen!" ”

"Not necessarily, there were so many opportunities before that the Sang family didn't show up, why did you choose this time?"

Feng Mi talked about the real reason why he was here, and the name Sang Lan written on the list of commendations submitted by Wu Laichun was actually from the Sang family, who was in Xiyue City at the moment.

The Sang family has recently gained the emperor's attention because they helped the celebrant fund the Spring Festival party, but all the news about the Sang family is too ordinary, how can the person who may fund the ceremonial supervisor be ordinary? That's why he thought of coming to Haixing to Chacha Sang's family, the youngest daughter of the outsider.

Changyu Youle became a little anxious because of Feng Mi's words, he took a few steps back and forth, and said, "My father and I have been thinking about you all day long, why can't you think about things related to you!" The Sang family is a small money village that can't be smaller, even if Sang Lan brings the family business that he has worked hard for the Ruan family over the years, it is not worth the Xia Shang Pavilion, and the Sang family has not appeared for nearly thirty years, even if he has the emperor's favor now, what is the little abacus? Can you take it to heart? He was the only one who could speak to Feng Mi in this slightly questioning tone.

"You know that what I care about is not the Sang family, although the Sang family's money is small, it is in charge of all the capital transactions of the Lan family, don't you think it's strange? Speaking of which, why are there so many things you don't know about lately? If it weren't for a servant of the Sang family, I'm afraid your people wouldn't be able to find out about this matter for the rest of their lives, right? ”

As long as the Lan family was mentioned, Feng Mi's emotions were very excited, and Changyu Youle didn't argue, and patiently explained: "I really don't know about the Sang family, but didn't you ask me to investigate carefully before you saw the award roster?" Besides, there are so many people living in Xiyue City, and after so many years, it must take time. ”

"It's not about time, since there are no secrets, why hide so deeply?" Feng Mi has reason to believe that none of this is a coincidence.

Changyu Youle sighed and said: "Let's not talk about this for now, let's just talk about this disaster relief, the destroyed road and the house have been repaired, the port is watched by Wu Laichun, everything is going well, if you don't want to go to the county king's mansion, we can go back to Lishui immediately, and those things will also be sent to the Zhongshu supervisor, and the emperor will not ask." If you don't want to leave, listen to the emperor's will and go and see the second young master. ”

"Where did the second young master come from in the county king's mansion? Guo Zhifeng has been in the Junwang Mansion for twenty years, isn't it just to see who his future master is? What kind of second young master is used as an excuse, it is really despicable. ”

"So what are you doing here? Didn't Wu Laichun say it early in the morning? I didn't find anything wrong with Sang Lan. ”

I only heard Feng Mi ask coldly, "What if it is the Lan family's orders?" ”

"Impossible." Changyu Youle denied, "Although the servant of the Sang family said that he leaked his mouth, he did not name and say that it was the Lan family, and I suspect that the Sang family itself does not know that the big patron of the money village is the Lan family." ”

"You..." A smile appeared in the corner of Feng Mi's eyes, and she stopped continuing the topic, and asked intentionally or unintentionally: "I just can't figure it out, why did you choose this time?" Did they know something too? This sentence fell lightly, and the market was still crowded with people and laughter.

Changyu Youle suddenly stopped talking, he was Feng Mi's playmate when he first left, and in a blink of an eye, it had been almost twenty years. They are so familiar that they can understand each other even with just one look.

Feng Mi's eyes flashed, for so many years, his only knot in his heart was the Lan family, but the Lan family was an impregnable wall, and the Sang family was the only one, and it was involved, only this one was enough to attract his attention. He looked up at the starry sky and whispered, "It is better to be covered with dark clouds than ten thousand stars, and the thick clouds can only reveal a little moonlight, which makes people can't help but want to dispel those gloom." ”

"I've finally found the painting you threw away." Changyu Youle leaned against the window, and no longer mentioned the business that Feng Mi was not interested in, and looked at the lively street market outside, the joy of the rest of his life after the catastrophe had long made people forget the suffering of a few months ago, and he suddenly felt that in some things, it was not forced. "It's hanging in the lobby where you are welcome, I really didn't expect it to be picked up by the little white girl, she is indeed a very cute girl."

Thinking of the emaciated girl with only a handful of bones, Feng Mi frowned and said, "Where is she cute?" "The same question, this time, there is no disdain and disdain, just simple doubts, how can such a girl be on the same page as cute?

Changyu Youle turned his head and glanced at him, surprised that Feng Mi, who had never remembered strangers in his mind, could have an impression of Xiaobai, "I said a long time ago, only the skin can not become a beauty, although Xiaobai looks ordinary, but her temperament is very good, objectively speaking, she is indeed a lovely girl." ”

Feng Mi didn't speak, in his eyes, women are all the same, colorful dresses, the same smile, very boring. But he had to admit that this surprised him, he could clearly remember Xiaobai's appearance, and even the taste of egg custard and jerky made by her.

"Make a decision earlier, if we don't plan to show up, we can't stay here for long... No matter what Changyu Youle was babbling about, Feng Mi was still trapped in the answer to finding "cute", and with just a few words, how could Changyu Youle dare to conclude that the girl's temperament must be very good and cute? He shook his head helplessly, thinking that this best friend was too kind to everyone, but because of this, no one would be wary of him.

"Let's go outside." Feng Mi said softly.

Looking at his friend's tired eyes, Changyu Youle suddenly became nervous, and he knew best about this tired appearance, "Are you!" I'm starting to have nightmares again! ”

Feng Mi didn't answer, and jumped out of the window with his feet up.