Dongfang Jing looked at the man in front of him indifferently, feeling extremely funny for a moment. Murong Qianjue's mentality is really not comparable to that of the fourth brother. Although both of them have split personalities from Wuyou, the way the two of them get along is like a child playing house, which is really naive.
After dinner, Murong Qianjue entered the palace.
Dongfang Jing knew in her heart that he should have gone to Qiu Chan Garden to find Ah Cen. Shen Zhaoyu's matter must be resolved quickly.
Dongmei came in with tea, but hesitated to speak.
"If there is anything you can't figure out, just ask." Dongfang Jing saw through her thoughts at a glance, "I guess you should have noticed that today's young master is different from the old young master."
Dongmei frowned, and asked tentatively, "Is that uncle still the uncle?"
"It's alone." Dongfang Jing sighed softly, then took a sip of tea, "Dongmei, I'm afraid I'm going to trouble Big Brother Rong this time. Fourth Brother has a mental problem, I need to wake him up."
"Wake up my uncle, does it mean that Murong Qianjue will disappear?" Dongmei thought delicately, her eyes moved slightly.
Dongfang Jing's clear eyes flowed, "The fourth brother only has one body, so naturally he can only bear one soul. If the fourth brother wants to come back, Murong Qian will definitely not be able to keep it."
"But master, I'm afraid it won't be an easy task for us to get rid of Murong Qianjue without hurting Young Master's body." Dongmei's face was serious.
"The key lies in A Cen."
Dongfang Jing's thin lips curled up slightly, and a cold light flashed in her eyes.
If Murong Qianjue was still as careless as before, then she might really not be able to find a way to get her fourth brother back, but this time is different, this time Murong Qian is far from the care shown by the maid "A Cen". Far beyond her imagination.
Dongfang Jing felt that there was only one explanation for A Cen's existence, and it was very possible to wake up the sleeping fourth brother, so Murong Qianjue tried every means to prevent them from meeting!
"What does the master want the servant to do?" Dongmei was slightly startled.
Dongfang Jing took a sip of tea, her eyes were unusually clear, her thin lips parted lightly, "The mantis catching the cicada and the oriole are behind, wait for Murong Qianjue to clean up Shen Zhaoyu first, then let's watch the show!"
Dongmei understood in an instant, nodded and said, "All the slaves are being targeted by my uncle, but the young master's contacts in the palace are hidden so deeply that my uncle can't see through them, so the servants will pass the news to the young master. "
Dongfang Jing smiled lightly, "Okay."
She felt ashamed of Rong Yin, and would not turn to Rong Yin for help unless it was absolutely necessary, but this time, she really couldn't do it alone. Murong Qianjue was staring at her all the time, it was difficult for her to make any small moves, and only Rong Yin could help her.
Dongmei agreed, and then walked out of the house.
Dongfang Jing bit her lips as if something suddenly sounded, "By the way, don't use flying pigeons to send letters."
Dongmei was shocked.
Dongfang Jing said, "Murong is absolutely suspicious, one more thing is worse than one less thing. You know how to send news to Brother Rong, we tried it before."
Dongmei was slightly taken aback, then smiled knowingly.
Murong Qianjue's carriage had already arrived at the gate of the palace, but he suddenly remembered something, and suddenly lifted the curtain, and told Liu Feng who was driving the carriage, "You go back to Prince Gong's mansion now, and tell the guards in the mansion to strengthen their defenses. Before the king returns to the mansion, not a single fly can fly out of Prince Gong's mansion!"