This is her and Duanmu's own business, what she can do is here, and the rest depends on her own efforts.

"Qingyang, let's go down the mountain." Feng Che said.

"Miss Feng, you guys go first." Now Jin Qingyang, who was beside Han Xiaomi, looked at everyone stubbornly.

He is going to prove it to that person by his actions.

Feng Che glanced at the two of them with a complicated expression, and turned to leave.

After that, for five or six days in a row, Han Xiaomi had to go to the gate of the Taoist temple, set off before dawn, and came back after the sun set, and Jin Qingyang at the same time.

"Miss Han, you really don't have to be like this." These two people come every day, and even Xiaodao Tong can't stand it anymore.

"I don't want to push him for anything, and I'm not standing here to embarrass him. I just wanted to see him. ”

She didn't want to coerce Duanmu with this, she just wanted him to understand her mind.

Jin Qingyang stood silently behind Han Xiaomi, he could understand her mood, and he was only willing to spend this time by her side.

The rice paper is spread out on the table, the person who writes looks a little serious, the green silk is meticulously placed in the hair crown, and the waist is pinned with the best mutton fat white jade, showing the extraordinary origin.

A white dove stood on the edge of the window, looking into the room.

"Huangfu, it's time to eat!" Feng Che pushed the door and entered, calling Huangfu Lixi to go down to eat, "Hey, are you practicing calligraphy?" ”

He sat quietly at the table, not knowing what he was writing, but when he got closer, he was painting.

"You're so bored, you're actually drawing birds!" His eyes skimmed to the pigeon on the side.

"I've known you for so long, you haven't painted me, and now you actually paint a pigeon." There was a sense of indignation.

"One hundred and one paintings."

One hundred taels! Although money is nothing to Feng Che now, this hundred taels can provide a family of civilians for a few years to live for a few years.

"You're a prince anyway, don't you want to be so greedy for money!"

"The richest man in my country said that he could not give up any opportunity to make money."

Feng Che pursed his lips, sure enough, the richer he was, the more he slammed the door!

"If you have the chance, you must meet the richest man in your country!"

The person who picks the door like this must be a middle-aged woman with a fat brain and a big belly.

"Don't wait for the chance, it's right in front of you now."

In front of yourself? But there are only himself and Huangfu Lixi in the house.

It took a few seconds before he realized, "You can't be talking about yourself!"

Huangfu Lixi's eyebrows were raised lightly, noncommittal.

"I must be hallucinating, I'll make up for sleep."

It's not scary to be a royal, it's not scary to be a rich royal, it's terrible to be a royale who can be the richest man in a country!

Huangfu Lixi smiled and watched Feng Che leave.

He took out the note he had just hidden from his cuff and walked to the window, where the pigeon stood quietly, not afraid of his approach.

Pick up the pigeon and tie the note to the pigeon's leg: "Go ahead."

The pigeon spread its wings and flew away, until the pigeon flew away and could no longer be seen, and then the emperor withdrew his gaze, his fingers gently caressing the freshly drawn picture.

"It's time for a change on this day......"

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In the palace, the ministers who had just dispersed walked out of the palace gate one after another.

From time to time, they gather in groups, or talk loudly, or whisper.

"Lord Lin, what did you say the third prince went to fight for no reason! Should we consider changing ...... now?"

"Lord Wang, let's discuss this matter later!"

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