Two days later, Wu Xiaomen, the second largest assassination organization in Jianghu, was wiped out, and all members of the sect disappeared from Jianghu. Zongzheng Wuyou never used any court power, and no one knew how he did it. As for the assassination case, because King Li did not pursue it, it was finally settled.
Manyao just stayed in Liwang Mansion for ten days. Zongzheng Wuyou looked cold most of the time, as if the coldness had already penetrated into his bone marrow, and he would approach her occasionally, but he did not act excessively. It is no longer Zongzheng Wuyou who is probing everywhere, getting along is actually not as difficult as she imagined.
He named the garden where she lived "Manxiang Pavilion". Every day he would play a game of chess with her and listen to her talk about the world he was not familiar with. He would be very quiet. It is also calm and rarely asks questions.
This morning, the weather was sunny and sunny, and the two sat opposite each other in the courtyard drinking tea. The best West Lake Longjing tea is full of fragrance. She took a sip of her tea, suddenly remembered something, and asked, "Wuyou, you... ordered all the fruit teas in the tea garden that day, what are you looking for?"
Zongzheng Wuyou was slightly taken aback, then thought for a while, and said thoughtfully: "Do you know that there is a kind of tea, no, it should be... a drink. It tastes bitter, but it's a bit sweet... the color is very dark..."
Bittersweet, dark? "coffee?"
"Coffee... coffee...?" Zongzheng Wuyou repeated, his voice very soft and slow, as if he was trying to remember something. After a long time, he nodded and said, "It seems...it's called coffee! My mother, before she got sick, liked to drink it. At that time, I was... four years old, and I don't understand why she likes that taste." My mother said: Bitterness is sweet, like the taste of life. Even if the heart is bitter, there is still a little sweetness. And he is the sweetness in mother's life. But now, he only felt that life was bitter and endless.
Zongzheng Wuyou's tone was slightly sad, and he rarely mentioned his mother. Man Yao looked at his eyes immersed in memories, the pain of Si Yi was hidden behind the coldness, which made people feel distressed. I heard that Zongzheng Wuyou's mother, Concubine Yun Gui, was once a beauty in Lintian Kingdom. She died thirteen years ago. She was a favorite in the harem for several years. Later, due to civil strife in the court, the emperor accepted concubines in order to balance the situation of the court, which made Concubine Yun Gui depressed. become ill. The Emperor Lintian invited famous doctors all over the world. Three years later, his condition had just improved, but he passed away suddenly.
This man, who seems to be indifferent to everything, actually had a lot of feelings, right? That's why he likes to listen to her talk about the 21st century as a way to comfort himself. He hopes that his mother can return to another world to live well after leaving this world. How much should he love his mother? ! What kind of scars are hidden in his heart that make him so cold.
"Seventh Brother!" The Ninth Prince waved a folding fan, walked towards them in stride, and found a random seat to sit. Seeing Zongzheng Wuyou's pale face, he raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Eh?! Why didn't you talk when I came? Liyue, what were you guys talking about just now? You couldn't be talking bad about me, right? "
The corners of Man Yao's pursed lips raised slightly, she smiled lightly and said nothing. After living in Prince Li's Mansion, they have seen each other often, and they are already familiar with each other, even simple courtesy is avoided. Zongzheng Wuyou drank tea on his own, pretending not to hear.
The Ninth Prince was bored, so he didn't feel annoyed. Slowly pouring himself a glass of water, Fang said: "Today is the triumphant day of the Imperial Army, and it's very lively outside! I heard that the father is going to confer Fu Zhao as the 'General of the State of Wei', holding the three armies in his hand, and the position is more Princes, Seventh Brother, it seems that you are going to enter the palace again!"
Zongzheng Wuyou leaned on the chair, glanced at him lazily, and said, "What does he have to do with me?"
The Ninth Prince said: "Of course it has something to do with it. Back then when the 200,000 troops were trapped, the entire army was almost wiped out. If it wasn't for Seventh Brother's ingenious plan, he wouldn't have had the chance to make meritorious deeds!"
Zongzheng Wuyou snorted and mocked lightly: "Even without me, he can break through the formation and retreat from the enemy, defeat the Beiyi Kingdom, hit Huanglong directly, and return in triumph."
The Ninth Prince was taken aback, and asked puzzledly: "No way? If it is something he can do by himself, why does he ask the court for help?"
Zongzheng Wuyou took a sip of tea, his expression was cold, and he said in a deep voice: "If I hadn't given him half of the credit, do you think...he will be able to command the power of the three armies when he returns from victory?"
Man Yao just listened without saying a word, thinking in his heart: If it is true, that general who is rumored to be unparalleled in bravery can be regarded as brave and resourceful. In this way, not only can the Beiyi Kingdom be defeated, but also avoid the suspicion of the emperor. If the Emperor Lintian has a little ambition, he will definitely give him the power of the army. What a good plan! This person is not simple! But Zongzheng Wuyou was thousands of miles away, yet he could see everything so thoroughly according to the changes in form. If these two people become enemies one day, who will win
The Ninth Prince is also a person who knows everything. He frowned and said hurriedly: "It turns out that Fu Chou's scheming is so deep! Seventh brother, you have to think of a way. It's not a good thing for the military power to fall into his hands. In case in the future, he has a different heart..."
Zongzheng Wuyou said in a cold voice: "There are people who will worry about these things!"
Seeing his indifferent expression, the Ninth Prince tactfully stopped. Picking up the teacup and wanting to drink it, but before it was handed to her lips, her eyes fell on Man Yao's hand holding the cup. Her slender fingers were as white as jade, and the warm yellow light shone on her pale pink nails, which looked radiant and moist. He took that hand into his own and cared for it. His eyes lit up, and without thinking too much, he took her hand, leaned closer to appreciate it carefully, and exclaimed: "I just discovered today that Li Yue's hand is so beautiful!"
Man Yao didn't think it was a big deal, after all, in the past, shaking hands was a normal etiquette. Zongzheng Wuyou's eyes sank, seeing that the Ninth Prince kept getting closer, his face was almost pressed against the woman's hand, and she had no intention of breaking free at all. He looked up at the sky, and suddenly felt that today's weather was a bit dull, which made people panic for no reason. I poured a cup of tea and drank it in one gulp. The herbal tea really had a bit more bitter taste than the freshly brewed tea. He frowned, put down the cup in his hand, and it became a little heavier unconsciously. Man Yao was slightly stunned, and looked up at him strangely.
The Ninth Prince didn't seem to hear it, and continued to study her hands, as if thinking about something, and suddenly said: "Ah?! It seems that I saw a woman with very beautiful hands a while ago! Who is it... Let me think about it..."
Manyao was startled, just over two months ago, at the gate of the palace, he had praised her hand!