Rong Sheng sneered softly, the official position of supervising the imperial history is not high, but it involves a wide range of things, the emperor intends to cultivate Jiang Yehan, I am afraid that he believes the wrong person! No matter what, if Jiang Yehan is not allowed to taste the joy of having rights, how can he feel the pain of losing his rights? The marriage date is approaching, and he can't run away. "What about the Nine Princes? You blew up the mine, did he make any moves? ”

"Miss, your subordinates have been following you all these days, and the subordinates on the Ninth Prince's side haven't paid attention, or will you come back after your subordinates ask the master?"

As soon as Changfeng was halfway through his words, he was rejected by Rong Sheng, "Forget it, I don't want to know anything related to your master." ”

The tone of boredom was obviously angry, Chang Feng knew that Miss Rong Sheng minded that the master didn't care about her last night, and if it was him, he would be ruthlessly abandoned by his beloved, and he would also be angry. The master is too, why do you want to point out Miss Rong Sheng's acupoint? Miss Rong Sheng is defenseless, it is worth taking such precautions? Tiptoe and glanced into the house a few times, Miss Rong Sheng still looked angry, and still didn't go in to touch the mold, the master dug the hole, fill it himself, he gently closed the door, and called the maid to serve.

Rong Sheng's eyes stared at the ceiling of the bed curtain, thinking that there were still seven days left before the ninth wedding day, and Jiang Yehan would be ordered to complete the marriage before going to Kyoto to report on work. Jiang Yehan knew that she died tragically in the mountain stream and could not get married, but still concealed the news of her death and did not dissolve the marriage contract, and the idea of beating the Rong Mansion was bound to be tempted by the marriage contract between the two families. She waited to see, a one-man show, how Jiang Yehan would sing alone!

......

When Changfeng returned to the side courtyard, Baili Fusu was already sitting in the side hall waiting for him, and on the square table on the right hand, Xiaojin was locked in a wooden box. "Master, it's locked in you, it's just right, my subordinates forgot to return you. ”

Baili Fusu knocked on the surface of the wooden box twice, leaned to the right, and asked him with a solemn expression: "Where did you find it?"

"Jiangfu!"

"How do you know that you are in Jiangfu?" This answer did not convince Baili Fusu, he explored Jiangfu many times at night, and wanted to have clues about the little golden lock, and the secret guard had already found out.

Faced with the master's questioning, Changfeng made a difficulty. Miss Rong Sheng explained afterwards that he wanted to keep it secret and go to Jiangfu together, but the master got to the bottom of it, and he was afraid that he couldn't be fooled in a few words. The left hand is wrapped around the right hand, and the ten fingers are kneaded into a ball, tangled.

Baili Fusu has raised Changfeng for more than ten years, and with one look, he can see through what Changfeng thinks, his scattered eyes are slightly dull, and he reminded: "I asked you to protect Rong Sheng, do you really take Rong Sheng as your master?" I didn't reward you to Rong Sheng, don't forget your identity." Qingluan is waiting for you, do you want to stay by Rong Sheng's side and never return to the north for the rest of your life?"

Changfeng was frightened and knelt down on one knee, "My subordinates have no such intention." He naturally wanted to go back and marry Qingluan, but Miss Rong Sheng was infatuated with her master, and he didn't want her master to misunderstand her.

"Then what are you hesitating about?" Baili Fusu put his hand on his knee and looked at him condescendingly.

"Master, do you really want to hear it?" Chang Feng, who was helpless, could only choose to be sorry for Miss Rong Sheng, but in the process of making the statement, he deliberately made up some details to make Miss Rong Sheng's feelings for her master more obvious.

Baili Fusu's long eyebrows were deeply locked, and he was quite impatient, "Don't talk nonsense." ”

"Miss Rong Sheng knew that her master was concerned about Rong Qingyi's whereabouts, and guessed whether there would be a second stone room in Jiang Mansion to lock Rong Qingyi up, so she took her subordinates down to search for it. She didn't let her subordinates tell her master, because she was afraid that she would give her hope and disappoint her when she returned empty-handed. The subordinates didn't find Rong Qingyi, only found the token. After Changfeng finished speaking, he caught a glimpse of the master's eyes changing slightly, and seemed to not believe it, and added: "Miss Rong Sheng said that the token is very important to the master, and ordered her subordinates to keep it properly and return it to the master." ”

"She hid from me last night and went out of the house for this?" Baili Fusu breathed sluggishly, secretly remembering the action of punishing her last night, and now it seems that it is punishing her heart, and complex emotions such as guilt, regret, and emotion are pouring in, not a taste.

Chang Feng nodded, mentioning Rong Sheng's illness in the master's heart, "I just went down, Miss Rong Sheng just fainted on the ground and contracted the wind cold, which frightened Elder Qingdao and Third Master Rong. He said it easily, and he listened to Baili Fusu's heavy heart.

Baili Fusu was very melancholy, Rong Sheng silently helped him not only didn't know it, but also made her sick, he coughed and asked Changfeng uncomfortably, "She, how is it?"

"When I went down, Miss Rong Sheng woke up, but ......" Changfeng wanted to speak and stopped.

"Huh?" Baili Fusu was puzzled.

"She's very unhappy, probably last night's ......" Changfeng didn't say anything about the latter words, and waited for the master to taste it himself.

Baili Fusu looked embarrassed, and pressed his thick hand on Changfeng's shoulder, "You get up first, you are tired of kneeling and talking." Then, he asked cryptically: "If I say a lot of things that have wronged you in a fit of anger, what can I do to make up for you?"

Changfeng looked confused, "Master, you haven't wronged your subordinates." ”

"I mean what if!" said Baili Fusu again.

Changfeng replied sincerely: "There is no if, even if the master really wrongs his subordinates, the subordinates will not complain about the master, let alone ask for the master's compensation." ”

Baili Fusu was speechless, his brain was caught in the crack of the door, so he asked Changfeng for advice on how to compensate Rong Sheng, and waved his long sleeves, "When I didn't say it." ”

"By the way, master, what's the situation over there of the Nine Princes?" Chang Feng remembered, this was what Miss Rong Sheng wanted to ask.

Baili Fusu looked at him suspiciously, "What are you asking about this?"