There was already a long queue in front of Zhou Jiuer's booth, and the physiognomy who could wear purple and gold robes and ask for the private seal of the saint was only those old immortals who were famous mountains and grand views, except for being the national teacher of the dynasty, and they were not at all comparable to the group of fortune tellers who knelt around to make money.

The girl who helped collect the money next to her was named Feng'er, and she was Zhou Jiuer's daughter.

The father and daughter haven't seen each other for more than half a year, and Feng'er is visibly stronger and stronger, and her body size is close to her mother's mother.

Zhou Jiuer was always relieved of this girl before leaving, in order to marry his daughter smoothly, he came back and started to work hard to make money before his ass was hot.

Although Emperor Shun gave him the title of Qintian Supervisor, but compared with the weight of his daughter, it was still much worse, and he, the five-rank supervisor, had to surrender his identity and grab food with a group of Jianghu warlocks.

"Yesterday it was five hundred taels, and today I have to earn a thousand taels for less than I can say that I have to do this, and I will work like this for a few more days, not to mention the dowry, and even the coffin can be saved."

Zhou Jiuer took advantage of the break to roughly count the silver earned today, and there were words in his mouth.

"Dad, what are you muttering?" Feng'er asked in a muffled voice.

Zhou Jiuer glanced at his daughter, and said with a smile:

"Girl, do you have a fancy son?"

"Daddy! What do you say? ”

Although Feng'er looked strong, she was only in her prime, and her face was full of shame when she heard the words at this moment, and her small fist hammered directly into her father's shoulder.

Seeing this, Zhou Jiuer only felt that his right eyelid jumped straight, and he subconsciously moved his body, and he was able to dodge the punch with the wind, but the back of the chair behind him was so lucky that he was directly smashed to a corner.

Seeing this, Zhou Jiuer secretly said lucky, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and said with a serious face:

"Girl, my father is thin, you don't dare to mess around!"

Feng'er knew that she was wrong, and hurriedly lowered her head and admitted her mistake.

Just as the father and daughter were chatting, a soft voice interrupted them:

"Mr. Zhou, it's been a long time."

Zhou Jiuer looked up when he heard the sound and found that there was a woman in red standing in front of him, the woman was slim and slim, compared with her own daughter, the gap was quite huge.

"Girl?"

The Taoist in a purple and gold robe hesitated, he only felt that the woman was familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was.

"Mr. and noble people forget things, I am the wife of the eighth prince, and I asked Mr. to divinate at the beginning." The woman said with a light smile.

"Oh......"

Zhou Jiuer immediately remembered that he had indeed calculated a hexagram for the other party at the gate of Ankang Wangfu, but she didn't seem to be so haggard at that time, which was why he didn't recognize the other party at a glance.

"I don't know if the princess has arrived, what are you doing?"

The corners of Yan Rongrong's mouth twitched slightly, revealing a slightly bitter smile, and said softly:

"I heard that Mr. was sent by His Majesty to find the Eighth Prince, I wonder if I found something?"

"......" Zhou Jiuer was silent for a moment, and then slowly spoke: "Supposedly, I shouldn't tell you, Your Majesty means to let the queen mother tell you the news......"

Zhou Jiuer said this, paused, but the woman opposite knelt down directly at this time, and said in a trembling voice:

"Please sir."

"Princess, please get up."

Seeing the woman's appearance like this, Zhou Jiuer couldn't bear it, and hurriedly glanced at his daughter.

Seeing this, the latter immediately stepped forward to help, and with her arm strength, it was still very easy to lift up a woman who weighed less than half of herself.

After Yan Rongrong stood up again, Zhou Jiuer continued:

"It doesn't hurt to tell you this, the prince is indeed still alive, and now it is located in a small village in Donglu, but the princess still has to be prepared, the prince seems to have lost his memory."

"Thank you, sir."

Yan Rongrong heard that there was a little more blood on his face, and he turned around and left after leaving a lot of money.

After sending Yan Rongrong away, Zhou Jiuer sat down on the chair and sighed after a long time:

"Alas, what a wreck!"

At this moment, a woman dressed in plain white clothes came to the stall, and Zhou Jiuer hurriedly got up and said:

"Wechen see the queen mother."

"Supervisor Zhou is exempt from courtesy." The woman spoke softly, "She, came to you?" ”

"Hui Niangniang, I've been here." After Zhou Jiuer finished speaking, his face hesitated, and he looked like he wanted to speak and stopped.

The woman saw what he was thinking, and said calmly:

"Tell it, tell it, she is determined not to accept my affection."

"The minister is guilty."

"It's not your fault."

The woman said this softly, and then turned to leave.

……

The princess's mansion in Beijing, after a busy day, even the horse returned to the house, and just entered the door to greet the manager, this treatment was not even thought of before.

The dynasty has always been inferior to men, if the seven-foot man does the inverted door, the custody makes the neighbors laugh off the big teeth, even if they enter the rich and noble family, they will not have to be ridiculed with guns and sticks.

Although the horse is said to be a relative of the emperor, in the final analysis, it is just the biggest inverted door of the dynasty, no matter how brilliant you are, how noble your identity is, you still can't escape the fate of being poked in the back.

Lian Li, the third horse, was not talked about in the palace before, and later lived in the princess's mansion, and the people looked down on him behind his back, but he was indifferent, so he didn't take it seriously, but the third princess was not so good-tempered, and every time she heard someone talking about the horse behind her back, she had to be reprimanded.

Thinking of the third princess, Lian Li couldn't help but have a headache.

Since he agreed to Emperor Shun's invitation that day, the third princess has not given him a good face, not only strictly forbidding him to enter the room, but even when they usually meet, he has a cold face, completely pretending not to see it.

Even Li knew in his heart that the princess and Emperor Xian'en were closer than their own brothers and sisters, and they also attached great importance to that nephew, and Emperor Shun sought the opposition of Emperor Xiaocun, which was undoubtedly a betrayal of Emperor Xian'en.

Thinking of this, Lian Li sighed and asked the steward:

"Has the princess eaten today?"

The steward respectfully said:

"Back to Master Ma, after eating, I will be chatting with the eighth princess in the back garden, and I seem to be in a good mood."

"Okay, you go down first."

After the people left, Lian Li straightened his clothes and walked towards the garden.

Yan Rongrong and the third princess are discussing matters related to the king's authority, Zhou Jiuer has already told her the specific location, and the third princess is also worried about the safety of the eighth brother, and now that she heard the news, she couldn't help but feel better.

Just when the two were talking and laughing, the third princess's face suddenly fell.

"Rongrong, let's go."

As she spoke, the third princess stood up and pulled Yan Rongrong to leave.

Yan Rongrong didn't know why, turned his head to look, and found Lian Li, who was dressed in an official robe, standing awkwardly at the garden gate.

"Sister Yao, I still have to inform my mother-in-law about this, so I won't stay." Yan Rongrong said in due course.

When the third princess heard this, it was not easy to keep her, so she turned her head and glanced at Lian Li coldly, and sent Yan Rongrong out of the garden.

When passing by Lian Gongma's side, Yan Rongrong nodded slightly, which was regarded as a greeting, but the third princess was expressionless throughout the whole process, as if she didn't know each other at all.

After the two of them walked away, Yan Rongrong said softly:

"Sister Yao, you don't have to be like this, even the horse is a man, and it's a good thing to have the world in mind."

"Hmph, an unfaithful and unrighteous person like him deserves to be called a man?" The third princess was full of anger.

"At least, he's still with you......"

Yan Rongrong's face was slightly gloomy.

Seeing this, the third princess shook the other party's hand and said softly:

"Sister, I believe you will be able to reunite with the eighth brother soon."

Yan Rongrong squeezed out a smile, "I borrowed my sister's auspicious words." ”

Seeing Yan Rongrong away, the third princess turned her head to look at the man not far behind her, and frowned slightly:

"Do you want me to forgive you?"

The man smiled elegantly and nodded slightly.

"Dream on!"

After the woman finished speaking, she turned her head and left, leaving the man in a daze.

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