When the fourth prince heard that Wei Wujing had come to Minghong Courtyard, he sent someone to invite him.

Wei Wujing naturally knew the thoughts of the four princes, and he went to the banquet with a soft heart.

"Wei Gongzi is accompanied by beautiful women, but don't forget to get down to business!" The fourth prince watched as Rou Xin poured wine for Wei Wujing, and a wave of jealousy surged in his heart.

"Why don't the four princes concentrate on political affairs, so that they can share the worries of your father?" Wei Wujing looked at the delicate gold-encrusted wine glass in his hand.

"I'm used to it in the barracks, and I can't see the arrogant appearance of those warriors!" The four princes told the truth.

"And how do you get your footing?" Wei Wujing took a sip of wine.

"I have half the power of the army! What does he have? The four princes didn't point it out, and Wei Wujing knew who he was.

"He has the support of the Ji family and the Yan family! The power of the Shi clan should not be underestimated! Wei Wujing nodded.

"The Ji clan is a little tricky, so the Yan clan is not afraid!" The four princes drank all the wine in their cups.

Wei Wujing stopped talking. Through several contacts, he knew that the fourth prince was not the opponent of the second prince. But he didn't want to say it explicitly, he just secretly made a comparison in his heart.

Now Wei Wujing wants to meet the three princes the most. He didn't know why Gongzi Qingqian wanted to support a third prince who only had the name of modesty and benevolence.

Rou Xin followed Wei Wujing back to Minghong Courtyard. She didn't know why Wei Wujing was still staying in Minghong Courtyard. It wasn't until Gongzi Qingqian's visit seven days later that she knew Wei Wujing's purpose.

Gongzi Qingqian and Wei Wujing sat in the Forgotten Dust Pavilion and played chess. But Rouxin felt that neither of them was on the chessboard.

"The emperor went to Mrs. Yun yesterday. Your people really have some means. She was summoned to the palace by the emperor that night and was given a beauty this morning! "Childe Qingqian took the white son and didn't fall for a long time.

"If Rouxin goes, it won't be bad!" Wei Wujing looked at Gongzi Qingqian's chess eyes that were about to fall.

Childe's shallow hand slowed for a moment, and then decisively dropped a son.

"You don't know her temperament!" Childe Qingqian put his hand in the sleeve of his robe.

Wei Wujing held the chess piece in his hand and pondered for a moment. Then he said slowly, "I really don't know her character! ”

Where does Rouxin still have the heart to make tea? Her heart was beating like a small drum.

The two of them brought her to talk about things for no reason, and Rouxin was really afraid that Wei Wujing would send her to the palace too!

"I helped the person you were trying to help, shouldn't he come and thank me?" Wei Wujing finally got to the point.

"He'll be here in two days!" Gongzi Qingqian had already greeted the third prince.

The third prince has been in the palace for the past few days to accompany the sick mother and concubine. He set a three-day later to thank Wei Wujing.

The next game is already clear. Wei Wujing put down the sunspot in his hand. He's already going to lose.

"I want to take Rouxin to the night market tonight!" Childe got up with his shoes on.

Rouxin was very surprised to listen to Gongzi's shallow words. She couldn't help but look at Wei Wujing. Will he answer?

"Good life with you!" After Wei Wujing finished speaking, he walked down the stairs of the Forgotten Dust Pavilion.

"Leave him!" Childe looked at the soft heart with the tea set.

"Good!" Soft heart should be in the mouth, but there is no score in the heart. Will Wei Wujing let her go?

The night market in the capital is very lively. But it was the first time for Rouxin. Childe Qingqian took her to eat street food. He remembered that the first time he came here was because Yao Tong was greedy, so he also tasted it by the way.

Rouxin ate happily. The food here is not very exquisite, but it has a unique flavor.

Childe looked at the residue on Rouxin's lips and smiled heartily. Rouxin also pointed to the shallow collar of the son and smiled.

Rouxin stopped in front of a stall. She took a fancy to a hand-braided colored straw chain.

Childe Qingqian put the grass chain on Rouxin's wrist. Although things are not valuable, Rouxin likes them very much. She admired it as she walked.

Childe Qingqian inadvertently found Childe Jinyan and Feng Yan standing in the highest attic of the bazaar, looking at this side.

"Let's go over there!" Of course, Childe Qingqian didn't want to see them softly.

"I like that dress!" Rouxin happily ran to a ready-to-wear store. There was a long skirt of linen batik that was favored by the soft heart.

Childe Qingqian bought it for Rouxin. When Rouxin walked to the gate of Minghongyuan, she put the straw chain in her hand on the skirt and handed it to Gongzi Qingqian.

"You keep it for me first!" After Rouxin finished speaking, she ran into the gate of Minghong Temple.

Childe Qingqian held the skirt and watched Rouxin disappear into the courtyard gate. He had a smile on his face all the time. Rest assured! I'll give you the life you want!

Gongzi Jinyan and Feng Yan came to the shop where Rouxin bought the dress. He looked at the texture and fabric of the dress and frowned. How could she like this kind of thing?

"Buy?" Feng Yan asked undecidedly.

"What do you say?" Childe Jin Yan stuffed the linen skirt into Feng Yan's hand.

Feng Yan paid the money and quickly followed the son Jinyan, who had already walked away.

Childe Qingqian was secretly watching everything just now. He knew that Gongzi Jinqi would come to this place. But he didn't expect Gongzi Jinqian to buy the same skirt as himself.

The two of them are not only undying political enemies, but also each other's biggest rivals!

The one who survives to the end is the real winner, but if Gongzi Jinqi dies in his own hands, what will happen to Rouxin? Childe Qingqian couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

After returning to Minghong Hospital, Rouxin was in a very happy mood. Zhuo'er watched Rouxin walk upstairs with brisk steps, and knew that she had a great time today.

"The girl is back!" Zhuo'er greeted him with a smile.

"Hmmm! Is there something wrong? Rouxin stopped in front of Zhuo'er.

"Wei Gongzi told you to go to his house when you come back!" Zhuo'er handed Rouxin a handkerchief.

Rouxin wiped the sweat from her forehead, thanked Zhuo'er and went to Wei Wujing's room.

Wei Wujing stayed in a luxurious room. The level of luxury in the house is rare.

Rouxin didn't expect that there would be such a house in Minghongyuan. She took off her shoes outside the door and cautiously walked across the shiny ground, turning the screen to come to Wei Wujing.

Wei Wujing was sitting behind his desks adjusting the strings. Rouxin found that the guqin was black all over, but it was faintly shiny.

"Come on! Help me listen to the strings! Wei Wujing's fingertips skimmed over the strings, and the moving sound of the piano came out immediately.

Rouxin does have extraordinary talents. She pointed out the difference in the tone of the piano by ear.

Wei Wujing immediately played a song after adjusting the piano tone. Rouxin knew that he had gotten a rare and good piano.

"You can try it too!" Wei Wujing got up and walked to the tea table and sat down.

Tenderness is naturally joyful. She sat down for a few cases and stabilized her mind, and then played her favorite piano song "Luan Fengming".

Wei Wujing sipped tea and played the rhythm while enjoying the beautiful piano sound.

"Such a good piano, worthy of a beautiful woman!" Wind dust came in from behind the screen. Rouxin stopped the sound and stood up and stepped aside.

"I heard that your piano was destroyed by Gongzi Jinyan! Do you like this instrument? Wei Wujing looked up at the veiled Fengchenzi.

"I don't have anything for Childe!" Feng Chenzi sat behind a few cases. She looked at the shape of the body, touched the material, and then gently plucked the strings.

"How?" Wei Wujing sat up straight. Rouxin poured him tea.

"Such a good piano, are you willing to do it?" Feng Chenzi's subordinates worked hard, and the strings passed like the sound of a phoenix and a dragon.

"The sword is given to the famous man, and the piano is given to the beautiful woman!" Wei Wujing can really be described as the master of spending a lot of money!

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