"Weichen Peng Zifang, I have seen His Royal Highness the Little Prince!"

In the study of the Governor's Palace, Peng Zifang bowed deeply and buried his face full of panic.

The little prince Zuo Ciyun sat on the chair in front of the desk and said lightly: "No need to be polite." ”

Suddenly seeing the white jade dragon eagle pressed on the rice paper, Zuo Ciyun reached out and took it, and asked curiously, "This is the statue that Ye Changsheng gave you?"

Peng Zifang couldn't help but shudder, cold sweat came down, and he peeked at Fang Wuxian for help.

Fang Wuxian's white face showed a playful smile: "Master Peng, what does the little prince ask you, just tell the truth." ”

Peng Zifang was helpless, and said stubbornly: "Back to the little prince, this statue is indeed from the hand of Ye Changsheng, and Wei Chen saw that the carving was good, so he left it as an object." ”

Zuo Ciyun has been staying in the Inner Palace all the year round, and he still has the ability to appreciate it, so he nodded and said: "It's not bad, the lines are a little rougher, but it's full of charm, probably Ye Changsheng threw those two apprentices of the Refiner Guild on the street, which aroused arrogance, and only then did he have this dragon eagle that proudly spread its wings." ”

Peng Zifang was surprised and inexplicable, how did the little prince know so clearly?

He had no way to guess the little prince's likes and dislikes for Ye Changsheng, and he didn't dare to say a word.

Fang Wuxian smiled: "Lord Peng, it's like this, an old man who came out of the palace gave a sword to the little prince, named Jinchuan. I don't want the prince to love this sword, the little prince has to endure the pain of cutting his love, he came to Nine Winds City this time, just to find the swordsmith and cast the same sword again. ”

Peng Zifang said cautiously: "Ye Changsheng?"

"Yes, it's Ye Changsheng. Fang Wuxian nodded.

Peng Zifang's scalp was numb for a while, he never thought that Ye Changsheng and the little prince, and His Royal Highness the Second Prince, would have such a relationship!

Gonggong Fang's words are already very clear, His Royal Highness the Second Prince can't put down Ye Changsheng's sword, and in order to get another sword, the little prince does not hesitate to descend to ask for the sword in person.

That doesn't tell the story?

After the year, His Royal Highness the Second Prince will be officially canonized as the crown prince, and in another year, His Royal Highness the crown prince will inherit the throne and become the new king of the principality.

And the little prince in front of him is the only son of His Royal Highness the Second Prince!

If Ye Changsheng hugged these two golden thighs, wouldn't he walk sideways in the future?

With Ye Changsheng's intelligence and thoughts, everyone took the initiative to stretch out their thighs, how could he miss it?

Ye Changsheng, Ye Changsheng, it's really shit luck!

Peng Zifang vaguely guessed the purpose of the little prince's visit this time, but he was still not sure.

He cautiously probed: "Ye Changsheng's sword-forging technique is profound and mysterious, and it is his blessing that His Highness and the little prince can take a fancy to him." ”

Zuo Ciyun frowned and said, "In that case, why are there so many people who can't think of going with this king, Master Peng, what do you think?"

Peng Zifang's cold sweat brushed down, and he swore an oath, and almost swore to the sky: "Little Wang Ye Mingjian, Weichen and what you think are exactly the same!"

is worthy of being a person from the royal family, if the little prince's words are spread, I don't know how many people will be unlucky.

You can't think of going with the royal people, isn't it one heart?

So what exactly do you want to do?

If you can't think of going together, it's just a matter of going together, but if someone smashes the field of the Sword Pavilion, it will be against the royal family!

Peng Zifang was sweating profusely, and said loudly: "Little prince, please rest assured, tomorrow when the Sword Pavilion opens, Weichen will definitely support it!"

Fang Wuxian nodded secretly, worthy of being a jade official, and he was quite clever.

Peng Zifang said that it was appropriate, but if the little prince spoke, it would be a little inappropriate.

Fang Wuxian reminded: "Master Peng, since Ye Changsheng is a talent, it is okay to take care of it, just don't spoil the interest of the little prince." ”

Lost interest?

Peng Zifang was a little dazed, looking at Zuo Ciyun, who was playing with the White Jade Dragon Eagle, and suddenly his heart moved.

After all, the little prince is only twelve years old, and he is still playful, is he planning to sing a song that will be suppressed first and then raised, so as to make Ye Changsheng angry?

As for how much of the emperor's skill is hidden in this play, Peng Zifang is not sure.

Perhaps, the little prince wants to take this opportunity to clean up those dignitaries and officials who have not been loyal to His Royal Highness the Second Prince?

When Fang Wuxian arrived, the little prince who accompanied the micro-service left quietly.

The little prince patted his ass and left, but Peng Zifang couldn't calm down.

He sat at the desk, holding the white jade dragon eagle in his arms, meditating for more than an hour, and finally had a plan.

In the early morning, on the three-story small building of the Wenjian Pavilion, two long firecrackers fell down.

Two puffs of green smoke lit up, firecrackers crackled and exploded, and red flew wildly.

Ask the shopkeeper of the Sword Pavilion He Youguang, leading more than a dozen men, wearing festive new clothes, waiting on both sides of the gate.

The tall steps, as well as the sides of the gate, were empty at the moment.

Today, the flower baskets presented by the guests who came to congratulate them will be neatly placed here for at least three days.

He Youguang's heart was empty, he didn't dare to guarantee that there would be flower baskets everywhere.

He was even worried that even the most conspicuous positions on both sides of the door might not be in order.

He no longer expects a full house of guests, nor does he expect a basket of flowers from powerful officials with weight.

He just hopes that there will be more second-rate or even third-rate small magnates, and it will be good to fill the flower basket.

However, this most ordinary wish has also become an extravagant hope.

An hour passed, and some small magnates and shopkeepers of merchants came, and after each person gave congratulatory gifts, they left in a hurry, lest they be seen.

They don't even have the guts to stay for a cup of tea, so how can they send a basket of flowers?

It was easy to come to a guest who was willing to stay, but was ruthlessly driven away by Childe.

Liu Yiyi's low-cut long skirt was draped in a shawl, full of charm, and looked at Ye Changsheng resentfully: "Hmph, don't let the slave family cheer you up, just let the slave family leave!"

After Liu Yiyi left, in front of the empty gate of the Sword Pavilion, the first flower basket was finally placed.

He Youguang looked at the lonely basket of flowers and almost cried.

There are rumors all over the city that Gongzi and Liu Yiyi, the concubine of the Yun family, have a leg, don't you want to be so straightforward.

In He Youguang's tormented waiting, the second flower basket finally appeared.

The young man who came to visit yesterday, as well as a father-in-law, ordered someone to send a huge flower basket, and then walked towards the hall proudly.

In the empty and deserted hall, a wheelchair seemed to be floating above the sea of swords, and Ye Changsheng sat peacefully with white hair and a shawl.

Sledgehammer changed into a new coat and stood proudly behind the wheelchair, and when he saw the little prince and Fang Wuxian coming, a simple smile suddenly appeared on his face.

Little Prince Zuo Ciyun looked around, and deliberately frowned: "It's been half a day, why is it so lonely?"

At this moment, a coquettish smile came from behind the little prince: "How can it be deserted, Ye Gongzi, the slave family has come to cheer you on." ”

In front of the gate of the Sword Pavilion, Yan Ruyi, the great treasurer of the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion, led dozens of magnates and officials, and walked in mightily.

There were two thuds, and the two lonely flower baskets placed outside the gate were kicked to the ground.