Man Yao raised her eyebrows and said, "Your Highness Ninth Prince, your confidante will have her fingers chopped off, is it worth laughing?"
The corner of the Ninth Prince's cracked mouth froze slightly, and subconsciously glanced at Chen Yu, only to see bright red blood hanging from the corner of her mouth, and her eyes were resentful, he coughed lightly, and said: "This prince is not laughing at Chen Yu, but Think about that brand." He was thinking about that wooden man Leng Yan, he had been with Seventh Brother for many years, and he only heard Leng Yan say less than three sentences, and each sentence had a maximum of four words. What would happen if he was asked to stand behind Seventh Brother and hold that sign, with Seventh Brother's fairy-like appearance? Thinking about it, he couldn't help laughing again.
Man Yao pretended to be confused and asked, "Brand? What brand?"
The Ninth Prince didn't even think about it, and said: "Of course it's the gold or red sign you mentioned, which says..." He paused, feeling something was wrong, and in a blink of an eye, Zongzheng Wuyou stared at him coldly , he raised his hand to touch the bridge of his handsome nose, and laughed twice.
Zongzheng Wuyou squinted his phoenix eyes, and said with a cold tone, "Is it funny?"
The corner of the Ninth Prince's mouth twitched, he glared at the handsome man who dug a hole for him, and quickly waved his hands: "No, it's not funny, and I'm not laughing at this... Cough, cough..."
"Oh... the Ninth Prince is still laughing at Miss Chen Yu?" Manyao knelt down beside Chen Yu, looked at Chen Yu's hands, shook her head and sighed: "Oh! It's a pity for such beautiful hands. It's a pity that I don't see such a beautiful piano sound, nor can I see her graceful dancing posture!"
Chen Yu felt sad from his heart, tears fell from his eyes, and he couldn't help crying.
The Ninth Prince thought in his heart: "It's a pity, that dance is not over yet." He smiled and turned to Zongzheng Wuyou, and said, "Seventh Brother, those who don't know are not guilty, just because Chen Yu is my confidante. For the sake of it, do me a favor and let her off this time."
Zongzheng Wuyou glanced at him, and said expressionlessly: "Is it not enough for me to give you face?" As he spoke, he snatched the Jade Fracture Fan from the Ninth Prince's hand, walked slowly to Man Yao, and Man Yao stood there. Standing up, the folding fan in Zongzheng Wuyou's hand knocked on her shoulder, she felt her shoulders sinking, the folding fan that was infused with internal energy seemed to weigh a thousand catties, making her almost unable to stand still. She turned her head to look over, and at the same time used the folding fan in her hand to block it, and found that the two folding fans were almost identical, with a corner of the jade bone that was dark blue and transparent, and the words "Wuyinlou" faintly, not a single word. Less... different, on the jade bone of the folding fan in her hand, except for the three characters Wuyinlou and a code-like thing, the jade surface is smooth and smooth, while the jade bone of the folding fan in Zongzheng Wuyou's hand looks closely. Underneath, there are raised lines, which seem to be a figure, but she can't quite see what it is.
When Zongzheng Wuyou saw the folding fan in her hand, he paused slightly, loosened the strength in his hand a little, curled his thin lips lightly, and said, "Don't play such trivial tricks in front of me. Since you feel it's a pity, then me Let's make an exception today and use your hand...for hers."
Man Yao was slightly stunned, and then said with a calm smile: "It's rare for His Royal Highness Li Wang to be merciful. I should be happy to obey my orders, but these hands are very precious. If they just disappear like this, I really don't want to part with them."
Zongzheng Wuyou looked at the calmness full of wisdom in her clear eyes, and felt faintly familiar. In this world, there are really not many people who dare to talk to him so casually. He put away the folding fan and threw it behind him casually, the Ninth Prince quickly caught it, Zongzheng Wuyou turned around and took a few steps, looked back halfway, and asked inquiringly: "What this king is going to do, no one... dare to say The word 'no'. Who are you, and what are you relying on to dare to be so confident in front of this king?"
Man Yao lightened his shoulders, and felt much more at ease, remembering Zongzheng Wuyou's words and actions above the main hall, and the hatred in his eyes when he looked at the emperor, he turned his eyes and said: "I'm just a businessman, it's nothing Relying on it, I'm just used to this way of speaking. Your highness is distinguished and you have won the favor of the emperor. Everyone is frightened and flocks to you when they see you. But your highness, you can tell who is sincere and who is fake? In fact, being born in an emperor's family is not necessarily a blessing. Although the status is noble, it is not as good as ordinary people. The food is simple, the family loves each other, and the scene is harmonious."
She originally said it to Zongzheng Wuyou, but in the end, she felt a lot of sadness in her heart, and the past came to her mind bit by bit. If her father hadn't been the president of Man's Group, busy with socializing all day long, her mother wouldn't have gone so early. She obviously has relatives, but she is more like an orphan. Apart from asking her what to do, her father has never cared about what she wants or whether she likes that kind of life. When she was sick, the only one who took care of her was the nanny. When her mother died, her father did not come back from abroad, so she presided over her mother's funeral alone. She was only twelve years old that year. If she wasn't the only daughter of the president of Man's Group, no one would use her identity to deceive her feelings; world.
The light in Zongzheng Wuyou's eyes changed slightly, and it was as deep as a pool. At the bottom of that pool, there seemed to be countless emotions surging, which were suppressed and disappeared. He stared blankly at the person in front of him, and saw a trace of sadness flashed in his clear eyes, and a deep sense of helplessness and desolation. Why is the feeling brought by this kind of eyes so familiar? It's like being yourself in the mirror when there is no one. He was stunned for a moment, thinking that these words were not meant for him, but the deep experience of the person in front of him. This person is definitely not just an ordinary businessman.
The Ninth Prince looked at Manyao with interest, everyone in the world envied their noble royal status, they were born destined to be superior to others, but the man in white in front of him said that they were not as good as ordinary people? Although their lives are indeed not as good as people imagined, but such words should not be said casually, otherwise, they will lose their heads.
The surroundings returned to silence again, Qin's mother who was kneeling on the ground was shaking, Chen Yu didn't even dare to lift her head, and the others held their breath and concentrated, not daring to speak.
Zongzheng Wuyou looked at her for a while, then suddenly looked left and right, frowned and said, "Why isn't there even a stool?"
Everyone was stunned, a little confused about the sudden change. Qin's mother was the first to react, and she quickly laughed and said: "Yes, yes, what are you still doing, why don't you move the stool for the prince, oh no, move the chair!" As soon as the words fell, everyone hurried to move the chair , In less than a moment, dozens of chairs were placed in the hall.
Qin's mother got up from the ground, bent her waist and said with a flattering smile: "My lord, please sit down. What kind of tea would you like to drink?"
Zongzheng Wuyou didn't even look at her, he waved his hand to signal her to back down. Then he lifted the hem of his clothes and sat down nearby. Leaning lazily on the back of the chair, a pair of evil eyes stared closely at Man Yao, the expression in his eyes was no longer as cold as before, and he said lightly: "You are so courageous! Just talking to you, ten times of death is enough .”
Man Yao unceremoniously sat down opposite him, crossed her legs, her posture was casual and elegant, and said with a slight smile: "As long as His Royal Highness Li is innocent, you won't have to die next time."
Zongzheng Wuyou's thin lips curled slightly, and he said with a half-smile, "I want this king to forgive you for your innocence, what's the reason?"
Manyao smiled faintly: "I heard that His Highness likes tea, I wonder if there is such a thing?"
Zongzheng Wuyou said: "It's true that this king likes tea, but not all kinds of tea. Besides, there are plenty of ordinary teas in my palace."
Man Yao said: "That's natural, but tea tasting is not just about the tea itself... If His Highness is interested, please move to the Long Moon Tea Garden by the Tianshui Lake in Xicheng in the evening after three days, and I promise that His Highness will not be disappointed. But , Your Highness needs to prepare one thing."
Zongzheng Wuyou asked, "What?"
Manyao said slowly: "Mood."
Zongzheng Wuyou raised his eyebrows and said, "Mood?"
Manyao smiled indifferently: "Yes, a cup of tea."
The Ninth Prince laughed disapprovingly and said, "What kind of mood do you need to prepare for tea? It's really unheard of."
Manyao laughed but said nothing, Zongzheng Wuyou stood up, and before waving his sleeves to leave, he said: "Okay. I hope that after three days, you won't disappoint me, otherwise, the cut... is not just your fingers, but yours." Beautiful neck. Come here—inform the governor of the capital, if this king sees this brothel open again after tomorrow, let him come to see him first."