"Wen Jinshan can sit firmly in the military department, and the fourth son of the Wen family is also famous all over the world, which shows that he is not an ordinary person. The one in the palace may not be able to find Wen Tongtong's whereabouts. ”

Wen Qingyu smiled indifferently: "People, there is always a time when you are not careful." Where in the world is there an impermeable wall? Even if it's really not transparent, poke a few holes and it will naturally be thorough. ”

So, Wen Jinshan was actually very unlucky to be targeted by you early in the morning?

Feiying glanced at Wen Qingyu obliquely, and secretly warned himself in his heart that he must be a mediocre person, and there must be no place for Wen Qingyu to be taken aby!

The night breeze blew, Xiao Ruoli moved his body, and blocked Wen Qingyu behind him without a trace.

"It's windy, but you want to drink some hot tea to warm up?"

As soon as Wen Qingyu was about to speak, he heard Feiying suddenly say in his throat: "The morning hour is coming, Miss Qingyu, shouldn't we go home?" ”

Wen Qingyu looked up at the sky, and the sound of drums sounded in his ears.

The corners of Wen Qingyu's mouth couldn't help twitching, obviously it's better to be four.

The voice of the husband announcing the time spread far away, but there was no embarrassment on Feiying's face that was pierced by a lie.

"There is still an hour to go to court, and it is already soon."

Xiao Ruoli hooked the corner of her lips: "You go back first, it's really not early." ”

"Yes." Wen Qingyu nodded: "I'm busy these days, so I won't come for the time being." ”

Xiao Ruoli paused with a warm smile, and a trace of dimness flashed in his eyes very quickly, but it was fleeting. The fast Wen Qingyu didn't come at all, and he was in a hurry to see it.

"The Day of the Wedding......

"Ruo Li." Wen Qingyu's eyes darkened: "On the day of the wedding, I'm just afraid that I won't be able to give you a post." ”

Wen Qingyu's heart was sour, Xiao Ruoli was her only friend in her two lives. Her wedding, the most qualified to participate is Xiao Ruoli!

However, she couldn't post to him.

Xiao Ruoli smiled at her: "That day, I will arrive." ”

"Good!"

Wen Qingyu raised his eyebrows and smiled, his warm smile reached the bottom of his eyes, and there was no hesitation.

Intrigues, calculations, nothing matters at this moment. As long as Xiao Ruoli dares to go, she dares to receive it!

"Ahem." Feiying coughed desperately: "Miss Qingyu, it's really time to go." If you don't leave, it's hard to explain to your subordinates when they go back. ”

Wen Qingyu glanced at him obliquely: "Feiying's throat is uncomfortable?" Why don't you ask Mr. Xiao to give you a few stitches? ”

Feiying's voice froze, and Wen Qingyu turned his head sideways to stop looking at him.

"If you leave, I'll go."

Under the silver moon, in the half-light and half-dark sky, a frightening flood was once again crossed.

Wen Qingyu went straight back to his room to rest, not paying attention to what Feiying said to Luo Yeji.

In the middle of the night, Yanjing City is noisy, but Yanjing City is noisy during the day.

The streets were as lively and peaceful as ever, and the royal guards seemed to disappear in the middle of the night.

The restaurant and tea shop suddenly became lively.

It is said that the night before, Miss Qingyu sent the Southern Xinjiang Divine Snake into the heavenly court with a heavenly fire, but the weather was dry and dry, and the heavenly fire rekindled, burning down several palaces one after another.

King Rong was unfortunately seriously injured in order to extinguish the fire and was bedridden. Miss Qing Yu re-entered the Lingyun Pavilion and personally served the left and right.

This incident reminds many people of the fact that not long ago, when Miss Qingyu slipped and recuperated, King Rong lived in Fenghuaxuan.

Now, as if the old thing is repeating itself, the only difference is that the object has changed.

There are rumors in the capital, saying that King Rong and Wen Qingyu are fighting each other, and they are destined to be in conflict, and it is not suitable for marriage. Barely put together, it can only be disaster.

Three days later, it should be the day of the wedding of King Rong's mansion. Countless people are waiting to see if this big wedding can be done?

Let's not talk about whether the two of them are compatible, just because King Rong was seriously injured, how could he get out of bed and worship in the hall?

Although it is said that there is a saying that the rooster replaces the seriously ill husband Jun Baitang. However, that's the dignified King of Shurong!

The Shurong Mansion married a concubine this time, not an ordinary concubine. If the princess entered the door, she was not greeted by the prince in person, and even the chapel used a rooster. So, how many people can admit this big wedding?

There was a lot of noise in the capital for a while, and some casinos even opened handicaps. Bet on whether King Rong can marry Wen Qingyu.

Most of them are not optimistic!

Different from the hustle and bustle in Yanjing City, the initiators of all the disputes are lying on the soft couch in the courtyard at this moment and basking in the sun.

"Miss."

Lianshuang ran in from outside the courtyard with a small face, like a tender apple.

Wen Qingyu opened his eyes lazily, but he still sank his body into the soft couch and didn't move.

"How's it going?"

Lian Shuang reached out and picked up the cold tea on the table, and poured a few sips.

"There are more and more people placing bets."

"Yes." Wen Qingyu nodded: "How much silver is there?" ”

Lianshuang's eyes lit up: "About more than 1.7 million taels." ”

Wen Qingyu frowned: "So little? ”

Under the flower tree, Luo Yeji indifferently turned a page of the book, as if he didn't hear the two of them chattering so lively.

Feiying's eyelids jumped hard, 1.7 million taels, that's 1.7 million taels of silver!

How many people are there in Yanjing City? There are less than one million in total, about one or two people, but she still dislikes less?

In other words, why didn't he know when the future princess would have such a hobby and like to open a gambling game?

This is her own marriage, so can she block it?

The people in Yanjing City are really blind, and people in the world can't think of it even if they want to break their heads. The most lively gambling handicap in the past few days, the dealer behind the scenes is Wen Qingyu himself!

Wen Qingyu glanced at his lips: "The richest person didn't place it at all, bet, Luo Yeji or not, you also play?" ”

Feiying's eyelids jumped again, and Miss Qingyu tossed it by herself, how could she dare to pull her into the water?

In other words, one of the most important parties in the gambling game is the banker, and the other is the biggest financier, is there really no problem?

Luo Yeji flipped through the book, and there was no expression on his picturesque face: "Which side does Qingqing want me to support?" ”

Wen Qingyu's clear eyes lit up obviously: "Lianshuang, what are the odds of the two rooms?" ”

Lian Shuang thought for a while and said: "There are the most people who bet that the prince will not marry the young lady, and the odds are one to two." The prince will win the lady and lose fifty. ”

Wen Qingyu slowly groped his jaw: "How to bet, there are many bets, but the odds are low?" ”

Lianshuang smiled: "Most of the people who bet on the prince marrying the young lady are the people of Yanjing City, how much silver can the people have?" However, if the marriage fails, there are two huge sums of money. ”

"Oh?" Wen Qingyu raised her eyebrows: "How much?" ”

"One person probably paid hundreds of thousands of taels."

"Do you know who it is?"

"Yes." Lianshuang nodded: "Although those two have been disguised, Brother Yunkai has already found out that one of them is from the palace and the other is from Prince Yi's mansion. ”

Wen Qingyu pursed his lips, Lian Yin and Lian Rui? Sure enough, the last thing they want to see them get married is the royal family.

Lian Rui had already left Beijing, but he was still able to arrange his subordinates to do these things, which shows that the things in the capital could not be hidden from him.

"Since the palace is also involved, the prince will also go and overwhelm the opposition."

Luo Yeji raised his eyebrows, and his phoenix eyes finally lifted from the book and swept slightly in the direction of Wen Qingyu.

"Qingqing hopes that the big wedding will not come true?"

Wen Qingyu choked, and Luo Yeji's casual glance made her instantly feel that the temperature seemed to be much lower.

"Of course not." Wen Qingyu smiled at him flatteringly: "Our big wedding will definitely be successful, you live on the side with low odds, isn't it possible to make the emperor feel more at ease with you." ”

Luo Yeji pursed his lips, and a flash of clarity flashed in his phoenix eyes: "No matter how much silver you earn, you can only send it to King Rong's mansion as a dowry." ”

Wen Qingyu raised her eyebrows, she didn't say that it was a dowry!

Luo Yeji smiled at her: "Master, the silver I gave out can only be withdrawn from the gongzhong, and the profits will naturally have to be returned to the gongzhong." Qingqing married and was the main mother of the palace, and the palace naturally had to be handed over to Qingqing. I believe that Qingqing will not do anything fake for public benefit. ”

The corners of Wen Qingyu's mouth twitched fiercely, she was thinking of a way to make money everywhere. But that's a lot of work, okay.

But this guy is even more ruthless, isn't he robbing openly?

"That's right." Wen Qingyu smiled unnaturally: "Then it's still not the silver of the Rong Palace." ”

"Yes." Luo Yeji lowered his head and continued to read, Wen Qingyu turned his back to the sky, and sighed deeply at the splendid osmanthus flowers on the tree.

After that, the palace naturally sent people to visit Luo Yeji, and they were all sent away by Luo Yeji on the grounds that he was seriously injured and not suitable to see guests.

Wen Qingyu finally returned to Fenghuaxuan the day before the wedding.

Fenghuaxuan was dressed up in an extremely festive manner, and Wen Qingyu suddenly entered the room and shook his mind slightly. It wasn't until I saw the smile on Yuqiao's face that I remembered that on the eve of the wedding, the boudoir should be like this.

Qian Niangzi was very neat with her hands and feet, and she had already made the wedding dress and sent it over.

Wen Qingyu was just about to sit down, but saw Yu Fei enter Fenghuaxuan step by step.

"Miss."

Yu Fei was wearing a new dress in lotus color, and her hair was meticulously combed, which was the most popular hairstyle at the moment. It looks more and more delicate, and her face is full of radiance, like spring flowers.

Wen Qingyu squinted, what is Yu Fei doing here?

"I'll go talk to the eldest lady, and you guys will wait outside the courtyard."

Yu Fei's identity is very different now, and she is followed by two maids. She turned and gave her orders, and walked in on her own.

"Congratulations, Miss." Yu Fei blessed Wen Qingyu.

Wen Qingyu held the teacup in her hand, and a slight smile on the corner of her lips: "Aunt Chen's identity is different now, sit down." ”

A trace of embarrassment flashed on Yu Fei's face: "In the slave's heart, the eldest lady will always be the eldest lady." ”

Wen Qingyu slowly took a sip of tea, she was about to get married, and she would have nothing to do with the Prime Minister's Mansion in the future. Yu Fei came to show favor like this, is her brain broken?

"Aunt Chen, what are you looking for me?"

Yu Fei pursed her lips before she moved: "Tomorrow, Miss will get married, and the master will ask the slave to invite Miss over, so I have to take a look at the dowry list." ”

Wen Qingyu's eyes flashed slightly, dowry!

She almost forgot, didn't she have to prepare a dowry when she married Wen Changfeng, the titular father?

"Well, let's go and see."

Wen Qingyu put down the teacup and was about to stand up.

"Miss......" Yu Fei suddenly called out eagerly.

"What's the matter, Aunt Chen is still in trouble?"

Wen Qingyu looked at Yu Fei with a pair of clear eyes, Yu Fei sent the maid next to her to talk to her, he didn't believe it, Yu Fei just came to invite her to the main courtyard.

No matter how bad the Prime Minister's Mansion is, there is still no need for an aunt to come out in person.

"This time, the dowry, Xiangye asked the seventh lady of the Ye family, the left attendant of the ministry, to help give it."

Wen Qingyu was stunned, who? Who is the seventh lady of the left waiter family of the ministry?