Shen Miaoyan followed him out of the prison, and after getting into the carriage, he couldn't help but unfold the holy decree and read it again, and after thinking about it carefully, he frowned, "He did this?" ”

"Who else?" Jun Shuying leaned lazily on the soft couch, Danfeng's eyes narrowed lazily, "Xiao Miaomiao, your situation is getting more and more complicated. ”

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, the daughter of a royal family, if you want to find a man to marry at will, it is impossible. You are now the lord of the county, which not only means that you have a noble status, but also means that your marriage is held in the palm of your hand by the royal family. Jun Shuying sighed, reached out and touched the little girl's satin-like soft green silk, "My little Miaomiao, that person uses this method so that you can't choose your husband by yourself, so you have a black belly." ”

Shen Miaoyan clenched the holy decree tightly, a layer of coldness appeared on her back, and she gritted her teeth and said, "I...... Can I not be the lord of the county? ”

Jun Shuying raised her eyebrows and looked at her with a smile.

Shen Miaoyan was deflated, "How can this be ......?"

Seeing that she was unhappy, Jun Shuying couldn't help but sit up, took her hand and rubbed it carefully in her palm, "Actually, there's nothing wrong with it, at least, your current status, marrying me as a concubine is enough." ”

Shen Miaoyan withdrew his hand, "It's not that I didn't try to like you, but I can't like you no matter how hard I try." Jun Shuying, I don't like you. ”

She said it bluntly, and as soon as she finished speaking, she felt that it was inappropriate.

But the words that can be said are like spilled water, and no matter what, they can't be recovered.

The cynicism at the corner of Jun Shuying's lips gradually subsided, stared at her for a long time, and lay on the soft couch with an expressionless face, without speaking.

Shen Miaoyan was uncomfortable, glanced at him secretly, and said softly: "Don't talk like this, you can beat me and scold me, then I will feel better." ”

Jun Shuying played with a strand of her long hair, but still didn't speak.

"Jun Shuying...... The little girl was helpless, wringed her hands, held back for a long time, and said tentatively, "When I become the lord of the county, the emperor will definitely give me a lot of gold and jewelry, and I will give you all those things, okay?" ”

"What are you coaxing the children?" Jun Shuying squinted.

Shen Miaoyan was embarrassed, and diligently poured a cup of hot tea for him, "I don't want to do that, let's drink tea." ”

Jun Shuying sat up, took the tea she handed over, took a sip, a glint crossed her eyes, and looked at her again, "My heart was broken into countless petals by you." As compensation, you can make a purse for me yourself, okay? ”

His expression was pitiful, completely different from the otherworldly, fairy-like man in Su Ri.

Shen Miaoyan's heart softened, "But the purse I made is not good-looking." ”

"I like it."

"Alright then, I'll do it for you, don't dislike it when the time comes."

Jun Shuying smiled with crooked eyebrows, "As long as it is made by Xiao Miaomiao herself, no matter how ugly it is, I will not dislike it." ”

Under the pressure exerted by the prince, the people of the Ministry of Works secretly chose the address of the county lord's mansion next door to the prince's mansion and broke ground on the same day.

Jun Tianlan was dealing with business in the study, and when he heard Ye Rin report that Shen Miaoyan and Jun Shuying had returned to Xuanwang's Mansion, a cold glint crossed his eyes, "The people of the Ministry of Order, within half a month, must repair the County Lord's Mansion." ”

Ye Rin should have done it immediately.

Jun Tianlan's wrist moved, and he slowly wrote down the annotations on the folded fold.

She had avoided him for so long, lived willfully outside for so long, and it was time to come back.

After inscribed the inscription, he put down the brush and picked up the prince's seal and stamped it on the inscription.

The still bright autumn sun poured in from the window, and he spread out his right hand, and the lines on his palm were staggered.

Fuyi came in to bring him tea, he slowly clenched his palms, and his voice was low: "You say, what did Lone catch?" ”

Fuyi lowered his eyes, carefully put the tea cup in his hand, did not dare to look at him, and said respectfully: "The master has caught the light." ”

Jun Tianlan's thin lips provoked a shallow arc, "Yes, Lone caught the light." ”

Xuanwang's Mansion, study.

Shen Miaoyan sat cross-legged on the big chair behind Bogu Shelf and looked through the painting book, outside the Bogu Shelf Moon Gate, Jun Shuying was discussing with the staff.

said that it was a discussion, but it was just a group of staff chattering and arguing, Jun Shuying just leaned lazily on the big chair, half-closed eyes, as if waiting for someone.

After a while, the maid led Zhang Qiyun in, and those staff members shut up one after another, got up and saluted him.

Zhang Qiyun lifted up and sat down, he was wearing a linen robe today, with a kudzu belt around his waist, he was only in his early twenties, but because of the handful of goatee and sloppy clothes on his chin, he was forced to look like he was thirty or forty years old.

He shook the feather fan and said with a smile: "When the Jiangcheng flood burst the embankment, does Your Highness still remember?" ”

"I remember." Jun Shuying played with her rounded nails, and her voice was soft.

"The flood in Jiangcheng burst the embankment, and the person who controlled the water was the prince. And most of the allocated funds came from the Hua family firm controlled by Gu Qinyuan. The smile on the corner of Zhang Qiyun's lips was even stronger, "Now the Hua family business looks prosperous and wealthy, but the liquidity inside has long been exhausted." In Xia Bucai, while His Royal Highness was in prison and the prince was busy investigating the assassination of the eldest princess, he secretly confronted Gu Qinyuan several times, completely hollowing out the foundation of the Hua family's business. I'm afraid that the finances of the Prince's Mansion are going to have problems. ”

Jun Shuying raised her eyes, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her glamorous lips, "You finally did something reliable." ”

"Cheng Jue passed away, and I will be vacant on the top and share my worries for His Highness."

Shen Miaoyan, who was behind the Bogu frame, listened to them talking, and gradually became a little unable to read the drawing book.

This Zhang Qiyun looks like a mountain village man, but in fact, he has a splash of wealth in his hands, and his resourcefulness is no less than Xiao Chengjue.

Listening to the meaning of his words, it seems that if Xiao Chengjue does not die, he does not plan to directly come forward to assist Jun Shuying.

Did Jun Shuying deliberately preserve his strength, or did he choose to protect himself?

Shen Miaoyan shook her head, too lazy to think about the battle of this group of men.

When the council in the study dispersed, Shen Miaoyan was about to go upstairs with Jun Shuying, but was called by Zhang Qiyun: "Lord Leyang." ”

Shen Miaoyan was a little stunned, and it took half a beat to realize that this guy was calling him, so he turned to him and bowed slightly, "Zhang Shao." ”

Jun Shuying leaned lazily against the wall and squinted at Zhang Qiyun.

Zhang Qiyun shook the feather fan, a pair of dark eyes were deep and bottomless, only a faint light flashed under the eyes, "Congratulations to Miss Shen for being crowned the county lord, I heard that the county lord's mansion is about to be completed, and the powerful people in Beijing will definitely come to visit at that time, and the county lord should prepare early." ”

"County Lord's Mansion?" Shen Miaoyan raised her eyebrows, always feeling that there was something in this conversation.

Zhang Qiyun's smile was even stronger, "It is located next to the prince's mansion, and it was built by the prince, doesn't the county lord know?" ”

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