Although Bingwen's steps were very light, he still alerted Cong Ting in the courtyard. When he saw it was him, Cong Ting smiled and said, "I knew you were coming. The Marquis is in the study."
Bingwen tried his best to respond to him with a smile, and then followed him out of the study.
The room was very quiet. Bingwen stood outside the room for a moment. There was no movement inside. As he gently opened the door, there was a "pop" sound in his ears.
The figures of two men were hovering next to the table beside the window that came into view.
There was a stove in the room and it was very warm. Hot tea was cooking on the fire and steaming. A thick layer of white mist hung on the windows.
Both of their faces were extremely rosy. The Marquis still maintained the same posture as he had just given birth, turned his head to look at him, and then waved to him.
The other person followed the Marquis's step, then dropped his head, and then looked up at Bingwen.
Bingwen stepped forward, bowed, and said to the Marquis: "There was a rumor in the palace that you were ill, so I couldn't help but come here to take a look."
The Marquis motioned him to sit down and talk: "It's just to avoid the limelight. How could you be so smart and not guess it?"
Bingwen lowered his head slightly and pursed his lips: "I guess I guessed it, but if I don't take a look in person, I won't feel at ease."
The man opposite lit the white stone he had just landed and reminded the Marquis: "It's your turn."
The Marquis glanced at the position of his move, twitched the corner of his mouth, and then slapped his hands on the chessboard: "If I can't move, I'll give you a game first."
The man's long and narrow eyes showed a trace of helplessness, and he suppressed a smile and responded: "The Marquis said so."
Bingwen listened to the familiar voice and looked up to see his comfortable posture. Although his appearance had changed after the disguise, his expression was as calm and calm as before, without any trace of worry or panic.
Bingwen suppressed the dissatisfaction in his heart and said to him in a deep voice: "I have completed the matters assigned by His Highness King Mo, so what happened to the young master?"
Seeing his calm expression, Mr. Hou comforted him: "Don't look at him as calm on the surface, but in fact he is more anxious than you."
Bingwen snorted: "Really? My eyes are stupid, I really didn't see it."
Xiao Mubai stretched out his hand to stop the Marquis who was about to speak, and said calmly: "When you are done, go back and rest early. Only when you have recovered your energy can you be ready to be dispatched."
Bingwen stood up suddenly, clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and asked the Marquis: "Are you really going to put the young master's life in his hands?"
The Marquis stood up and walked to him, patting his shoulder to comfort him: "His Royal Highness King Mo has his own plans. I heard that you also stayed up all night yesterday and are so busy now, so go and have a rest quickly. Su Qian'an's room is still empty. The bedding is all ready there, why don’t you go there and sleep for a while?”
Bingwen's face brightened slightly, thinking that the Marquis was always the one who loved Xia Chu the most. Since he said so, Xiao Mubai must have made a safe arrangement so that the Marquis could still play chess here safely at this moment.
"No." When his complexion improved slightly, Xiao Mubai suddenly said coldly, and then continued: "If you want to sleep, go to the raven room."
Bingwen's anger had just been suppressed, but it couldn't stop rising again. Even if Xiao Mubai had Zhou Xiang's plan, it was still a fact that Xia Chu was facing the wind and snow, and would suffer in that cage.
As long as Xia Chu suffers, in Yu Bingwen's opinion, all the proper plans will be useless.
However, the Marquis had made it clear that he should not compete with Xiao Mubai, so Bingwen could only frown and said: "Why can't I sleep in Qian'an's room? Maybe the raven will come back today."
The Marquis finally showed a hint of worry, and his tone was a little low: "If the raven is going to come back, it must have come back last night..."
Bingwen was speechless for a moment, yes, if Raven was in the capital, and Xia Chu was exiled on the street yesterday, according to his character, he would not hesitate to take over an entire city by himself.
Just when Marquis and Bingwen were both in a low mood, Xiao Mubai said from the side: "No one can retain Raven's martial arts. It's just that he is a little stupid. I'm afraid he will be tricked. In a moment, Can’t come back.”
Marquis and Bingwen looked at each other and agreed with his words.
Xiao Mubai then said to Bingwen: "I was sleeping in Qian'an's room before..."
Bingwen's mouth twitched: "Who cares? I'm going back to Mingxiang Garden."
The Marquis watched him bow and leave, then stopped him: "Sleeping in the raven's room is the same."
Bingwen shook his head. Even though Raven was stupid, he was also very petty. His body was too weak to be beaten regularly, but he didn't want to wait for him to come back and take such a beating.
The Marquis looked at Bingwen's back and complained to Xiao Mubai: "You are no longer living in Yunyi's room, so why not let him sleep for a while."
Xiao Mubai curled his lips and did not refute, but sighed: "I won't be able to live here for a few more days."
The Marquis walked back to the desk, picked up the hot tea and took a sip: "Han Sa is going back to Beijing under the banner of King Mo?"
Xiao Mubai nodded and said, "Hmm, let him set the date and come back at the same time as the fifth prince."
The Marquis put down the tea cup and put it aside. He picked up the black stones on the chessboard and said, "You are about to return to Prince Mo's Mansion. How about two more games in these few days?"
Xiao Mubai had a troubled expression on his face and hesitantly said, "I want to hurry up and go see Ah Chu..."
The hand of the Marquis who picked up the child paused for a moment, and he scolded him with a stern look on his face: "How can a son and a daughter love each other at this moment?"
Xiao Mubai pinched his eyebrows and said, "Master Hou, you don't feel sorry for your daughter at all."
The Marquis continued to pick up the black pieces: "He made his own choice. What's the use of feeling sorry for him? I don't feel sorry for him!"
Xiao Mubai saw him picking up the sunspots one by one, pinching them with great force every time, and speaking in a negative tone. He shook his head helplessly: "But..."
"What's wrong." The Marquis threw the black pieces in his hand into the chess jar, causing a "crash" sound. He raised his head and looked at Xiao Mubai angrily: "I still feel sorry for the cabbage being thrown away. Is it useful? ?”
…
"Hmm." Xiao Mubai was speechless for a moment.
This problem, no matter how resourceful he is, cannot be solved.
Seeing him silent, the Marquis decided to go there because he was afraid that he might be sneaking around secretly. He said solemnly to him: "Since you have suffered a crime, you can't go through this trip in vain. Whether you go or not, you can't change his behavior at the moment." Given the situation, we have to risk being discovered and not cause too many troubles.”
Xiao Mubai saw him picking up the tea cup and quickly gave him some tea: "What the Marquis taught you is..."
The Marquis clicked his tongue and sighed: "In the past, I always felt that you had a cold temper, and I was afraid that Yun Yi would be wronged. But now I am here to persuade you not to be emotional..."
(End of chapter)