Two carriages and more than a dozen BMWs galloped all the way.

Jiang Wuyan put down a grain of white and hooked his lips slightly: "The overall situation has been decided." ”

Zhao Qingyan stared at the chessboard for a long time, and let out a long breath: "I admit defeat." He threw the sunspot between his fingers back into the chess arena and patted his head: "This time I took three more steps." ”

Jiang Wuyan reached out and took a sip of the warm tea on the stove, and said with a leisurely smile: "It's easiest to play against you, and you don't have to worry about losing your son because of mistakes." ”

Zhao Qingyan asked angrily, "Am I so bad?" stretched out his hand to him.

Jiang Wuyan poured another cup of tea and handed it to him: "I heard that you often play chess with Lu Qi? Haoxu is by your side, you don't need it, do you have to accompany Lu Qi?"

Zhao Qingyan sighed lightly: "Haoxuan's current level is almost half of yours, I lose seven times out of ten in chess with him, and the remaining three games are still because he doesn't dare to win." ”

Jiang Wuyan heard the second half of what he didn't say, and chuckled: "I didn't expect that there would be someone with such poor chess skills like you." ”

Zhao Qingyan gave him a helpless expression: "You know, I really don't have talent. ”

Jiang Wuyan put the cup aside and said, "Actually, I can already go, so there is no need to stay with you at all." ”

Zhao Qingyan said helplessly: "I didn't delay you for long, what are you anxious about?"

Jiang Wuyan pursed his lips: "Stay in the palace every day to eat and drink, like a diner." What's more, the fact that I was kicked out of Butterfly Town is already known to the rivers and lakes, and following you to live is really like I am so depressed that I have no way out. ”

Zhao Qingyan didn't care much when he heard the complaint in his words, and said half-jokingly and half-comfortingly: "After all, if you have a friend like me, you will consider yourself unlucky, anyway, it will be over in a few days." ”

Jiang Wuyan sighed: "I think when I was as old as you, you were only seven or eight years old. Now that I haven't married yet, you're ready to marry our No. 1 beauty into the family. ”

Zhao Qingyan raised his eyebrows: "Envy?"

Jiang Wuyan smiled faintly: "I'm not very envious." After all, I was almost able to marry a woman who was not inferior to Mu Qinghan's appearance and talent, just a little bit. He straightened the broken hair on his forehead again, and covered the scar that was already covering it more tightly.

Zhao Qingyan looked at his unconscious movements, a trace of sigh flashed in his eyes, and he pursed his lips: "You still hate Tang Xiaoyu?"

Jiang Wuyan just realized his movements, looked at his hands for a while, and then said slowly: "I don't hate him, and it shouldn't be him." Moreover, if I hold a hatred for Tang Xiaoyu that I can't let go, it will be difficult for you to do it, right?"

Zhao Qingyan shook his head: "Don't help each other." ”

"Yunmo ......" Jiang Wuyan called him with a deep groan, and only when he saw him looking at himself inquiringly did he ask the hesitant words, "Lu Xi can really be trusted?"

Zhao Qingyan was stunned for a moment: "If you don't believe me, you should also believe Qingfeng, and Qingfeng doesn't say that Ren Gongzi is ......."

"I didn't disbelieve you, and Lu Wei wasn't his father!" Jiang Wuyan was slightly stunned when he saw the surprise on Zhao Qingyan's face, then lowered his eyes, and only said in a low voice after a long time, "I'm sorry, I've been a little irritable lately." ”

Zhao Qingyan shook his head: "I'm sorry, it's my fault." ”

Jiang Wuyan was puzzled: "Why do you want to apologize?"

Zhao Qingyan's smile was slightly bitter: "I shouldn't have forgotten what day it is in a few days, and I shouldn't force you to come with me." ”

"Why are you wrong? It was because I was young and frivolous and too conceited that I ended up like this. Jiang Wuyan lay back heavily, slammed on the thick blanket, and stared at the roof of the carriage with blank eyes.

Zhao Qingyan's fingers curled up, silently looking at Jiang Wuyan with empty eyes, speechless for a long time.

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"Bai Zhen, are you sure Zhao Qingyan will come to this inn?" Wen Lun leaned on the window and looked down, looking a little restless.

Bai Zhen sat at the front of the table and looked at the tea set on the table, and said casually: "Not necessarily." But the fact that they have entered the city is certain. It was the most luxurious of the inns closest to West Lake, and he was most likely to come here. Also, don't dangle it, it makes me dizzy. ”

Wen Lun glared at him and shook a few times defiantly: "I didn't dangle in front of your eyes, what do you have to be dizzy? Besides, according to your news, they have been in the city for more than half an hour, why haven't they come yet? This time is enough for me to go back and forth!"

Bai Zhen glanced at him: "Do you think everyone is like you? What's the hurry? The time is almost up, and it's ...... to wait." ”

"Hey, hey, here, come, let's see, don't you?" Before Bai Zhen could finish speaking, Wen Lun shouted.

"Huh?" Bai Zhen was stunned, put down the tea cup in his hand, got up and walked to Wen Lun's side to look outside.

The carriage, which was a few points higher than the usual carriage, was surrounded by several accompanying guards, and the two snow-white horses pulling the carriage were both horses of a thousand choices—or rather, such a large carriage that could be pulled by two horses was enough to show how powerful these two horses were.

The young man who stepped out of the carriage was wearing a knee-high cyan fox coat and white boots. The long hair was neatly tied up, with a light but luxurious silver crown. It may be that he is too far away, and he can't see his face clearly, and he doesn't think this person's appearance will be ugly just by feeling.

The two princes traveled far away, and even though the accompanying guards were reduced by more than half at the insistence of Zhao Baiyi and Zhao Qingyan, there were still fourteen people, which attracted the attention of the travelers.

Zhao Qingyan seemed to say something with a smile, and then walked into the inn with Jiang Wuyan.

Bai Zhen saw that Wen Lun was still looking down, and couldn't help laughing: "What are you looking at? He has already come in and can't see it." ”

Wen Lun came back to his senses at this time, his face was full of strangeness: "How could he leave?"

"Will you go?" Bai Zhen was stunned for a moment, and then he understood, "I remember I told you that he had a brace tied to his leg, and he could use internal force to make that bracket move, so he could walk." ”

Wen Lun nodded: "I know, but he looks exactly the same as a normal person, and he can't see any stiffness at all." ”

Bai Zhen sat down again and said, "That's right." Just walking, you really can't see anything. But he relied on light skills to get on and off the horse, and when he sat down, it seemed that he had to open a certain mechanism on his waist to sit down. No matter how strong the mechanism is, it is always flawed. ”

Wen Lun imagined it for a moment and asked, "How many things do you say you need to tie to his legs to make him walk?"

Bai Zhen said: "Well, definitely. I heard my father say that the little prince's bracket has to be strangled with a belt, and he can't eat more. Or is it because the little prince is too insistent and doesn't want to be unable to stand up for the rest of his life, so Qi Wangfu spent a lot of money and made that bracket with a lot of effort. ”

Wen Lun said thoughtfully: "It doesn't sound like he's very bad. ”

Bai Zhen laughed and said, "Why do you think he's bad?"

Wen Lun smiled faintly: "After all, he is Qinghan's husband, I hope he is not so bad, and it is not wrong, right?"

Bai Zhen looked at his indifferent expression and couldn't help asking, "Have you figured it out?"

Wen Lun shrugged his shoulders and asked a little self-deprecatingly: "Otherwise, I can still rush out, stand in front of Zhao Qingyan, and say to him, 'Qinghan is mine, I love her, you can't give her happiness', or what?"

Bai Zhen was speechless.

Wen Lun took a long breath and smiled: "That's fine, you can play for a few more years." And don't imagine my mood too badly. From the very beginning, Qinghan and Zhao Qingyan had a marriage contract, and Qinghan has always kept a distance from me, and such an ending is not unexpected. In fact, if you think about it, my family is a family of merchants, and I am not the eldest son. How can I afford the burden of the Trojan Horse Hou Mansion? Zhao Qingyan is powerful and powerful, and he is also a good person, and his father, master, and Hou Ye have a great friendship. His technique is also said to be very good, and it can be regarded as a place to go for the century-old foundation of the Trojan Horse Mansion. ”

Bai Zhen opened his mouth, closed it silently, and listened quietly.

Wen Lun said: "I know that Hou Ye and Qinghan are not people who are attached to Panyan, but there is absolutely nothing wrong with them doing this. Hou Ye has only one daughter, if he is a daughter, not to mention his character, he will say that it is difficult to find a person who can take charge of the entire Trojan Horse Hou Mansion. And it is even more difficult to find a young talent who is willing to join the family. Zhao Qingyan is the Prince of Mo who was personally appointed by the Son of Heaven, and the only son of the King of Qi who holds great power. And I'm just a businessman only. Mo said that Zhao Qingyan's appearance and temperament are absolutely worthy of Qinghan, as long as he can make the century-old foundation of the Trojan Marquis Mansion not have a successor, Qinghan will marry him. ”

Wen Lun smiled with some difficulty, raised his head, and said softly: "Actually, I am very happy that Qinghan can marry Zhao Qingyan." Because, Zhao Qingyan can at least be able to 'raise the case with eyebrows and respect each other like guests', so as not to make Qinghan suffer too much. ”

His back was to the light, and his waist-length hair was reflected in the sunlight as a silver-gray color. The haggard and pale face had a helpless sentimental and self-sustaining smile.

"Ziyu, just scold a few words if you feel uncomfortable, don't hold back. Bai Zhen stood up and reached out to pat him on the shoulder.

Wen Lun half-turned, dodged his slap, and asked with a serious expression, "Can I punch you?"

Bai Zhen didn't react for a while, and said casually: "Yes." ”

Before the words fell, Wen Lun rounded his fist and unceremoniously smashed Bai Zhen's chest. The muffled sound of hitting the flesh showed the strength of Wen Lun's punch. Bai Zhen was caught off guard by a punch, took four or five steps back, and barely fell down when he hit the table, while the table made of pear wood made a weak cracking sound.

Bai Zhen didn't care about the dull pain in his chest, he just stood up by pressing his waist that was hurt by the table, and was about to complain, when Wen Lun came over with another punch that was magnified and pointed at his nose. Bai Zhen hurriedly stretched out his arm to block his face, and took three steps back at the same time as Wen Lun hit him, unloading most of his strength, but his arm still felt a pain.

It's also thanks to this room that it's big enough to make Bai Zhen retreat again and again without hitting the wall.

"Hey!" Bai Zhen had just sighed in his heart when he saw Wen Lun's leg kicking towards him in his low roar. Bai Zhen glanced around, grabbed the pillow on the couch and parried, jumped lightly, and then Wen Lun's strength to kick the pillow floated a few steps to the side.

The heavy porcelain pillow was torn apart by Wen Lun's kick, and one of them even hit Bai Zhen's foot. Bai Zhen just jumped into the open space, and when he saw that Wen Lun still wanted to fight again, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, picked up a stool and smashed it on Bai Zhen's head.

Wen Lun was not to be outdone at all, and simply lifted the table that was damaged by Bai Zhen and threw it directly at Bai Zhen.

The porcelain that had been crumbling around the table fell to the ground and shattered.