Tan Fujia heard the words "Ah Yao girl", but he felt a terrible headache.

Murong Zhao frowned unconsciously, ready to get up.

Wen Yaojia was involved in the affairs of Murong Zhao's inner house, and it was naturally difficult to ask too much about talking about Fu Jia as a strategist. However, Tan Fujia felt that regarding Murong Zhao's inner house, perhaps there should be a hostess who could live in the town. It's a pity that Miss Yang Qi's filial piety has not yet arrived for two and a half years.

The most important thing is that the matter between His Royal Highness and Yang Qiyu has always been vague and ambiguous, and there is no clear word. Sometimes they seem to be very good, but when they turn their faces, they seem to be very strange and alienated. As a strategist, not only has to worry about Murong Zhao's future, but also has to worry about Murong Zhao's marriage, and it is really tiring to talk about Fujia.

When he arrived at Wen Yaojia's courtyard, as soon as he entered the door, Murong Zhao saw Wen Yaojia lying in Lu'e's arms with a dying breath.

The red marks on her neck and the white silk on the beams of the house that were blown by the wind were very shocking.

Murong Zhao stood there motionless, looking at Wen Yaojia with complicated eyes.

Lu E silently wept and said, "Your Highness, the slave maid feels that A-Yao is very wrong, so she pays more attention to it at night......"

Murong Zhao raised his hand to stop Lu E's words, and said, "Are you looking for a doctor?" ”

Lu E said: "I found it." ”

Murong Zhao waved his hand at her, "You go down." ”

After a while, the doctor in the house looked at Wen Yaojia and said that his life was fine.

Murong Zhao sent everyone away and stayed alone by Wen Yaojia's bed.

At night, the sound of falling rain sounded outside, which made the house even more silent.

Wen Yaojia leaned sideways to the wall, silently shedding tears. Although it was silent, Murong Zhao could see her shoulders trembling. Murong Zhao sat quietly on the edge of the bed, crying with her, and didn't say a word.

After a long time, Wen Yaojia's crying slowly became lower, and she choked up and said, "I really don't want to live anymore." I ......," her voice was particularly bleak, "I like Your Highness, and I want to be by your side forever." I don't want to get married, but if I don't leave, you can't be with the Seventh Girl. I begged her, I really begged her......"

"Your Highness, I have done something wrong, and I want to drive her away from you. But I know now that the idea is ridiculous. I don't want you to be sad, I don't want you to be unhappy, and I don't want to be a burden to you. If you can be with Miss Yang Qi, you will definitely be happy in your heart. As long as you're happy, I'm happy. ”

Wen Yaojia said a lot incoherently, and after speaking, she began to cry in a low voice again.

Murong Zhao was silent, and after a long time, he sighed faintly, got up slowly, and said a little resolutely: "You, don't cry, don't seek death, I will marry you and give you a name." ”

Wen Yaojia didn't expect Murong Zhao to doubt her and not ask her, so he agreed to her so easily. She forgot to cry in astonishment, and only pricked up her ears to hear the sound of soft footsteps, followed by the sound of the door being opened.

The rain curtain was dense, and the eaves crackled. Murong Zhao walked into the heavy rain suddenly, and his heart was filled with indescribable layers of sadness.

Tan Fujia was in a hurry, and hurriedly took the umbrella himself. Murong Zhao pushed Fu Jia and was silent.

An Liang and the others watched from the sidelines, and couldn't help but stop him anxiously: "Your Highness, you have to take care of your health." ”

Murong Zhao walked silently in the rain as if he hadn't heard it. His hair hung down when the rain fell, and his eyelashes were stained with rain, falling one by one, as if he were crying.

Wen Yaojia seems to be the feelings and responsibilities left by his mother that he can't let go. Without him, Wen Yaojia would have lost everything. So he couldn't abandon Wen Yaojia at all. But Yang Qiqi, she doesn't need herself, and she will live well. Then you can't give Yang Qiqi the only thing she wants, what to do to worry about her and drag her down.

It's better to completely break off the thought and make her relaxed, maybe the three of them won't be so painful, right?

But thinking like this, Murong Zhao's heart was like a sharp knife inserted, and he was a little out of breath. He walked for a while, barely suppressing this difficult emotion, and finally, he finally spoke slowly, "Miss Yang Qi's news, you don't have to tell me anymore." Tell me to go down, and in the future, if I can help Miss Yang Qi, I will help, and I will give way if I can make way. Also, the accounts owed to Jinlou and the grain of Yuhang Farm were discounted and sent to the Yuguo Mansion. ”

When Tan Fujia heard this, his heart couldn't help but jump twice.

What does that mean? Isn't His Royal Highness afraid that he will break off the relationship with Miss Yang Qi? Wouldn't it be irrelevant at all if this was done?

Tan Fujia hesitated and reminded Murong Zhao: "Your Highness......"

Murong Zhao interrupted Fu Jia's words in a cold voice, "Don't say anything, just do it." ”

Tan Fujia didn't dare to say anything more, glanced back at Wen Yaojia's house, and secretly sighed that Wen Yaojia had superb means.

On this summer, the hottest day, Yang Qiqi received a silver ticket box from Murong Zhao.

Attached to it was a piece of paper, on which was a line of words written in Qingjun's pavilion style: As Qing wishes, each has two clear.

Yang Qiqi's slender fingers flicked the silver ticket in the box, and his eyes were faint.

The bamboo meaning was unknown, so he asked Yang Qiqi curiously: "Could it be that the eleventh prince is the same as the thirteenth prince, and he knows about the third prince, and he is afraid that the girl will not have any silver flowers, so he specially sent the silver?" ”

Yang Qiqi's pupils were a little sluggish, and he said unhappily: "No, this is His Highness the Eleventh telling me, the two of us, the two of us." ”

There was an inexplicable sourness in her heart, which was originally what she was looking forward to, and it should be relaxed, but she was inexplicably sad in her heart. Yang Qiqi felt that this kind of emotion was too terrible, she was begging for kindness, what was she still sad about?

July is hot, and autumn is coming in a flash.

Murong Zhao never set foot in the Yuguo Mansion again, and Yang Qiqi rarely went out during the filial piety period.

Occasionally, thinking of Murong Zhao, Yang Qiqi would comfort himself, and it would be good to clear the two.

On August 14, Yang Jingji, who had been away from home for five months, returned to Yang's house. However, he did not come back by himself, but at night, he was quietly escorted back from Baixilou by Li Kangping and others.

When he was escorted back, it was naturally Yang Qiqi who sent someone to give Li Kangping a good idea, and Li Kangping's family naturally would not hide it from Mrs. Li, and told Mrs. Li everything about someone seeing the third young master in Baixilou. Mrs. Li still didn't believe it, so she asked Li Kangping to check, and Yang Jingji was caught by Li Kangping.

Such a good show, of course Yang Qiqi can't be left behind. When Yang Jingji was brought back, she took 20,000 taels of silver tickets and Yang Jingjian to Mrs. Li's courtyard.

Mrs. Li was very upright at this time, and when she saw Yang Qiqi, she naturally didn't have a good face, and asked her unhappily, "What are you doing?" ”

Yang Qiqi stared at the innocent big eyes, and whispered: "The second senior brother asked someone to send 20,000 taels of money, I total, so much silver, I have to tell my mother first." ”

When Mrs. Li heard that there were 20,000 taels, her face immediately softened.

Yang Jingji was escorted into the courtyard by Li Kangping with a small servant at this time, and he said confidently as he entered the door: "I'm going to do business, you don't ask about 3721, you break in, you lose my face, I have to peel off a layer of your skin!" ”

Mrs. Li heard the movement outside, and she almost jumped up in anger. Standing up, he ran out quickly, and said, "Serious business? What the hell are you doing? Aren't you supposed to be in Hotan right now? How did you end up in Baixilou? ”

Seeing Mrs. Li running out, Yang Jingji took two steps back with a weak heart, and explained with a smile: "Mother, I am here for business entertainment!" ”

Mrs. Li gritted her teeth with hatred, and she didn't care about Yang Qiqi's presence, so she stepped forward and slapped Yang Jingji's face with two big mouths, "Entertainment? You're still looking at me! Since last year, how many times have you been in and out of Baiju Building? Just pull a little guy and you'll know about it! ”

It was the first time Yang Jingji saw Mrs. Li who was so fierce, and he was stunned and couldn't deal with it at all.

"I, I ......"

Mrs. Li glared at him fiercely, her hands trembling with anger, "Editor, I see what other flowers you can bring." Mrs. Li interrupted Yang Jingji's next explanation, and kicked Yang Jingjian again when she was not angry, and he knelt down.

"No! You are the son of our Yang family. You are going to attack the lord in the future, if you are rumored to gamble and have fun in the filial piety period, what will happen to your reputation?! How can you attack the lord, you can't even talk about your daughter-in-law! Mrs. Li was furious and raised her hand again.

Yang Jingji shrank his neck and said continuously: "I went to play with mine, and I never reported my identity." The people who know my identity are very good to me, and they have repeatedly promised me that they will never tell me. ”

Mrs. Li covered her heart and sighed, "If you don't want people to know, you can't do it unless you do!" What would you have done if I hadn't found out, someone else had found out? ”

"I couldn't find it at all, every time we went, we went into the box. The silver was also given by the servant in private. Ordinary people can't touch it. I'm very careful when I go in, I won't let people know! Yang Jingji explained this, and couldn't help but sigh that Mrs. Li was too fussful.

Mrs. Li barely breathed a sigh of relief, but remembering that Yang Jingjian was not in Hetian, and her silver was likely to be lost to him, her heart hung up again, and asked: "You didn't go to Hetian, so did you open a jade mine?" Wouldn't you be blinded by me about business? ”

Yang Jingji hesitated for a moment, saw that Mrs. Li's face was not good-looking, gritted his teeth and said: "How come, I said it all, I went to Baixilou to socialize." You also know that the youngest son of Sincerity Bo......"

Knowing her son Mo Ruo's mother, Mrs. Li smiled coldly and reminded Yang Jing: "What you said is true or false, I just need to ask someone to ask the youngest son of the sincere uncle's family, and I will know." ”

Yang Jingji made a bitter face, suddenly stepped forward and hugged Mrs. Li's leg, and begged for mercy: "Mother, there is indeed no matter of jade mines. However, I can't be blamed for that. To blame...... To blame...... It's all to blame on the seventh sister! ”