Chapter 51: The Horse Is Hard to Chase

"Miss? Shall we go back? ”

Seeing Shen Junru come out, Yingxing asked.

"Well, let's go. You don't have to send more, serve your young lady well. ”

After a few words of advice from Shi Xiangyu's maid, Shen Junru left quickly with Yingxing.

"Got something?"

"I've already mixed in with new tea, Miss rest assured."

Shen Junru nodded with satisfaction, and looked at Xuan Guangyi's back from a distance.

This is also someone she can't afford to mess with.

But she will never let Shi Xiangyu go. It seems that he and Xuan Guangyi will inevitably become opponents. Such a person, even if she can't afford to provoke it, she has to provoke it!

Xuan Guangyi limped to another road in the mansion, thinking that he was looking for Shi Shilang to talk about political affairs.

I heard that Xuan Guangyi had a difficult time when he was young, just because he was a concubine and was often bullied by his mother and family brothers, which led to his feminine appearance and violent personality.

The carriage swayed through the downtown area, and Shen Junru sat in the carriage, closing her eyes and thinking.

Suddenly, the carriage stopped after a bump, Shen Junru opened his eyes slightly, and asked.

"What happened?"

"Miss, there is a box of goods in front of me that has fallen to the ground and is blocked, I'm afraid I will have to wait for a while."

Shen Junru picked up the curtain and looked out, and unintentionally glanced at the teahouse on the side, where there was faint applause, accompanied by the chattering voices of startled trees and storytellers.

She has a little chaotic thoughts now, so she might as well plunge into this troubled world and feel it.

With that in mind, she got out of the car and said.

"I won't be able to leave for a while, so it's better to sit down and drink tea."

"Miss also likes to listen to books?"

"Yes, stories often come from life but are more exciting than reality."

With that, the two entered the teahouse together, and they didn't ask for a private room, but just found a corner in the lobby and sat down.

Mr. Storyteller is talking about Feng Min's great achievements in defeating the enemy army with 3,000 light cavalry, and after adding oil and vinegar, he touted him as an invincible god of war.

Shen Junru knew that Feng Min's power was far more than that.

He also has a very good way of governing the country.

It would also be a good thing if the great cadres could be a wise monarch like him in the future.

Tea is not a good tea, and pastries and melon seeds are not good, but Shen Junru listened to it with relish, and she didn't even notice when there was one more person next to her.

Until the storyteller's "Smack!" She came back to her senses, threw some broken silver on the table, and was about to get up, when she noticed the person who had not made a sound.

"You... The little girl has seen His Highness..."

The lobby of the teahouse is often full, and sometimes it is common to share a table, so Shen Junru didn't care about the extra person, but he was shocked when he saw who the other party was.

Feng Min smiled lightly and made a "shhh" gesture.

"I didn't expect Miss Shen to appreciate the king's demeanor so much, and she listened to it so with relish."

You must know that Feng Min herself is next to her, she won't be so nymphomaniac at all, okay?

"I don't know Your Highness is here, Jun Ru is really..."

A red face, a disgrace is a disgrace, big. The legs still have to be hugged.

"I just heard from Mr. that His Royal Highness was in a state of demeanor back then, and he was in a trance, but he didn't even notice His Highness's drive."

"Heh... Where is this king as brave as he boasts, but it is all over-praised in the streets, and I can't believe it. ”

As he spoke, Feng Min poured a cup of tea, the ink-colored piping cloud robe decorated the tall body, and a jade flute with a whole body of blue pinned to the back of his waist, the clouds between his eyebrows and eyes were light and light, where was the murderous and bloodthirsty battlefield Shura in the mouth of Mr. Storyteller just now.

Whether she is so brave Shen Junru doesn't know, but she knows that the hardships and dangers of being able to lead three thousand light cavalry to break through the enemy army and take the head of the general are indescribable.

I thought of Xuan Guangyi I saw just now, in his previous life, this person died in the hands of Feng Min.

She must get rid of Shi Xiangyu and Lin Liangyuan, before they become stronger, but Xuan Guangyi is something she can't afford to provoke now, if she can hug King Qin's big . Legs are good.

It's just that I don't know if this time, Xuan Guangyi will die in the hands of Feng Min like in his previous life.

She is dreaming of hugging Feng Min. Legs.

"Your Highness, Junru replaces wine with tea, toast Your Highness, Your Highness saved me twice, and I haven't thanked Your Highness properly."

"Thanks, you don't need to say much, this king still remembers the promise you made with this king."

Feng Min took a sip of tea and said casually.

It turned out that she almost forgot about it, Shen Junru was stunned for a moment, then nodded slightly, and said with a serious face.

"Of course, although the little woman is not a gentleman, she is also difficult to chase."

"What if the king wants you not to marry the prince?"

What the? What's what?

Qin Wang Fengmin told her not to marry the prince?

Is he worried that the Shen family will join forces with the crown prince, and he will be tricky in the future, right?

You must know that Yanchen's pen is the most powerful, it can determine whether you will go down in history or be remembered for thousands of years.

Shen Junru's face was full of astonishment, she never thought that Feng Min would make such a request.

In Feng Min's eyes, it became a different taste.

Oh, after all, there is hope to become the mother of a country in the future.

With a "bang", the porcelain cup was put back on the table, and he immediately got up to leave.

Shen Junru came back to her senses and said quickly.

"Your Royal Highness, rest assured, Jun Ru is blessed, Ding Wei has not passed for three years, Jun Ru does not dare to disturb the private affairs of his children, as for His Royal Highness the Prince, it is not something that Jun Ru can cling to."

Three years? No one can guarantee what the situation will be in three years' time.

The corners of Feng Min's mouth curved slightly, and he didn't say much, and left the teahouse with a step.

Looking at the tall figure that disappeared at the door, Shen Junru's heart was put back in his stomach.

Three years... Within three years, if she can stab the enemy and find out the real murderer of her mother, she will persuade her father to discard his armor and return to the field, return to his hometown to live in his old age, and ignore this dispute between the DPRK and China.

And before that, the most important thing she has to do is to keep her heart.

When she returned to the house, she had just rested for a while, and a little servant came to pass the word, and there was a scholar in the hallway who came to look for her.

Shen Junru knew who this person might be after a little thought.

I didn't expect him to come so quickly.

Her courtyard was naturally not suitable for entertaining male guests, so she told the little maid to lead people to Shen Yu's Qingzhuxuan, she changed her clothes and told Caihe to bring some pastries and rushed there.

Far away, before he was admitted to the hospital, he heard Shen Yu and Zhao Runzhi talking about poetry and rhyme.

Shen Junru was not in a hurry to go in, but stopped and listened quietly for a while, and after a while, she smiled with satisfaction, it seems that Shen Yu has also grown these days.

"Brother Zhao, Ah Yu, it seems that you already know each other."

Saying that, Shen Junru walked into the courtyard, and the two listened to the sound and turned their heads to look.

Zhao Runzhi respectfully made a salute, but Shen Yu and Shen Junru became more and more affectionate, and even waived the courtesy, and looked directly at the food box in Caihe's hand.

"Sister, but you brought delicious pastries again? Your pastry kitchen can't make it, and only you are skillful, so ask me to try it with Brother Zhao. ”