Oh, that's really sorry, the vulgar people are in your way.
Bai Xiyu stood aside silently, with a look of displeasure on his face.
"Really?" Meng Jing didn't take the tea that Shangguan Zilian pushed over, but turned his head to glance at Bai Xiyu, seeing his little Yuzi pouted, as if he was quite dissatisfied with Shangguan Zilian's evaluation. Meng Jing's complexion improved slightly, and at the end he thought of something and couldn't help laughing, then turned his head to Shangguan Zilian and said, "It doesn't matter if you are rough or not, as long as you like it."
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Shangguan Zilian was taken aback for a moment, she didn't expect Meng Jing to give her such an answer, she thought that she had already made friends with this young master just now, they should be confidants, and that man was just a slave , she said this, the other party should immediately send that slave away, or punish him if it is not good enough.
But now the young master is actually defending that person in words.
Shangguan Zilian's expression was a little ugly at this time, compared to the smile on his face just now, he was as cold as ice.
No one in the house spoke, and there was a lot of voices outside, after a while, I suddenly heard the old bustard asking loudly outside: "Zi Lian, Mr. Zheng watched your performance just now, and now he is here to look for you, are you here?" To see or not to see?"
Before Shangguan Zilian could answer, Mu Zhiyang suddenly raised his head, glanced at the people in the room, and asked in a daze, "Zi'er, why are they still here?"
This question was really abrupt, Meng Jing immediately stood up, and said to Shangguan Zilian: "Since Miss Shangguan still has distinguished guests to welcome, then I won't bother you and leave."
"Young Master Yu, go slowly." Shangguan Zilian also stood up and said with a smile, "There will be a big event in Liuyinfang in three days, so please come and see Young Master Yu if you have time."
Meng Jing nodded and said yes.
After Meng Jing took Bai Xiyu away, Mu Zhiyang put down the guqin in his hand, moved to Shangguan Zilian's side, and asked intimately, "Zi'er, are you unhappy?"
Shangguan Zilian immediately lowered her face, and said to Mu Zhiyang, half acting coquettishly, half complaining: "What can I be happy about? You listened to what the slave sang just now, it's clear that he wanted to humiliate me!"
A male voice outside the room laughed loudly: "Who dares to insult our Miss Zi Lian? Tell me, my son, I will definitely make him look good!"
Immediately afterwards, the door of the room was pushed open, and a young man in a dark blue brocade robe walked in. It was Zheng Yulin, the eldest son of Prince Nanping.
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Strolling on the streets of the imperial capital, passing through the bustling crowd, listening to the endless hawking around, Meng Jing waved the folding fan in his hand, and asked Bai Xiyu behind him, "What do you think of that Miss Shangguan?"
After traveling through so many worlds, he has seen all kinds of protagonists. Bai Xiyu would not be as knowledgeable as Shangguan Zilian just because of a vulgar person. At this time, it is still necessary to say a few bad things about Miss Shangguan.
He was not afraid that Shangguan Zilian would take revenge on him one day, because according to the development of the plot, as Xiao Yuzi, he should have been completely gameover at that time.
So with a smile on his face and worry in his eyes, Bai Xiyu said, "My lord, don't blame the slave for speaking harshly. No matter how well that Miss Zi Lian sings, she is nothing more than a prostitute. She has a low status, so how can she be worthy of the master?" and you?"
Meng Jing didn't show any emotion on his face, it seemed that what Bai Xiyu said had little influence on him.
Damn, the plot is anal prolapse!
"What are you looking at?" Meng Jing turned his head back, and saw Bai Xiyu staring at a corner of the street without even turning his eyes.
"Nothing?" Bai Xiyu quickly looked away, lowered his head and carefully followed behind Meng Jing.
Naturally, Meng Jing didn't believe Bai Xiyu's words, what could he be so fascinated by? But there is only a lantern seller there, so there is nothing to see.
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It was already evening when we returned to the palace, Meng Jing summoned several ministers to discuss court affairs in the imperial study, and other unrelated people were kicked out of the imperial study. And Bai Xiyu was one of those irrelevant people.
Taking advantage of Meng Jing's lack of time to talk to him, Bai Xiyu hurried to Baixi Palace again, changed into a noble concubine's clothes and gave some instructions to the maids, then hurried back again.
On the way back, he happened to meet a little maid he had rescued before. The little maid named Morpheme was only thirteen or fourteen years old. When she saw Bai Xiyu, she gave a slight salute, and then raised her head to see the bruise on Bai Xiyu's forehead.
Morse stared at Bai Xiyu's forehead, and asked him distressedly, "Eunuch Yu, what happened to your forehead?"
Bai Xiyu still wanted to save face at this time, so he lied and said, "I didn't look at the road when I went out this morning, and I bumped into a pillar."
The little girl didn't have the slightest doubt. Seeing that the bruise on Bai Xiyu's forehead was really frightening, she said, "I still have a bottle of medicinal wine in my room. Wait here for a while, and I'll wipe it for you."
Bai Xiyu quickly waved his hand and refused: "No need, it's fine, it will be fine in two days."
"Farewell, Eunuch Yu, it's not like you don't know your majesty's temper, and your majesty will be unhappy to see you like this." After saying that, the little girl hurried towards the direction where the maids were staying.
Needless to say, my appearance was created in front of His Majesty's eyes.
Bai Xiyu didn't want to waste the little girl's heart, so he could only stand there and smile wryly.
In less than a quarter of an hour, Morse came running over with a bottle of medicinal wine. In order to make it easier for this little girl who was not as tall as his shoulders to take the medicine, Bai Xiyu squatted down again.
The little girl was especially careful. Standing in front of Bai Xiyu, she dipped a handkerchief in the medicinal wine and said to Bai Xiyu, "Elder Yu, please close your eyes first, and don't let this medicinal wine drip into your eyes."
Before the medicinal wine was wiped off, a male voice was suddenly heard shouting: "What is this for?"
Bai Xiyu didn't even need to open his eyes to know who was coming. He immediately knelt down, kowtowed in the direction of the sound, and shouted: "Long live the emperor."
Morse knelt down beside him and accompanied him.
With a sullen face, Meng Jing asked again: "What's going on?"
Bai Xiyu had no choice but to answer honestly: "The morpheme saw that the spot on the slave's forehead was a bit scary, so he took medicinal wine to wipe it off."
As the night fell and the evening wind blew, the evening bell rang from the attic in the northwest corner of the palace. Meng Jing's expression was gloomy. After a while, he said: "Don't wipe it, go back with me."
"Yes." Bai Xiyu glanced at Morpheme's aggrieved face, smiled at her comfortingly, got up and followed Meng Jing, and followed him back to the imperial study.
After returning to the imperial study, Meng Jing dug out an exquisite ceramic vial from the cabinet, threw it to Bai Xiyu casually, and said to him, "This is Yuhua ointment, wipe your forehead yourself."
After receiving the vial, Bai Xiyu hurriedly kowtowed to thank him: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for the reward."
"No, get up."
Just as he was about to stand up, he suddenly heard a commotion outside the Imperial Study Room.
Meng Jing put down the memorial he had just picked up, frowned, and asked, "What's going on outside?"
"Slave, go out and have a look." Bai Xiyu got up from the ground and trotted out.
Not long after, Bai Xiyu ran back sweating and told him, "Return to Your Majesty, it was Bai Guifei who sent someone to say that she has learned a new piece of music, and she wants Your Majesty to come down and listen to it."
"She is well-informed." Meng Jing sneered, then stood up from the throne, and said, "In this case, how about going to listen?"
At this moment, thousands of muddy horses galloped past Bai Xiyu's mind, and there was only one thought left in his mind: Damn it, let's get rid of it! (83 Chinese.83.)