Fan Lou seems to be very lively at all times.
It was almost the second watch, and the lights in Fan Tower were still bright.
The common people in the capital seemed to be keen on going out at night to have fun.
In Yanzhou, at this hour, the curfew had already been imposed.
Even though he had been in the capital for a while, Mu Ting was still not used to it.
Like a night owl, he avoided the lights and went straight to the east pavilion of Fanlou.
As soon as he climbed over the wall, a fierce wind hit him.
Mu Ting subconsciously raised his legs to block him, but the man kept pestering him and forced him up the wall again.
Mu Ting raised his eyebrows. He was very familiar with this man's skills. When he wanted to go to Wenchang Hou Mansion to rescue Qin Xiangxiang a few days ago, this man pestered him and fought for many rounds.
This person... is actually Nangong Wenyue's person? Then when he rushed to rescue Qin Xiangxiang, this person was still pestering him? !
Mu Ting couldn't help but feel angry and went crazy. He fought with a lot of force.
The man grunted, moved greatly, stepped back a few feet, and then coughed: "Although Prince Mu is injured, his kung fu has improved a lot."
His voice was weird, as if he had made it thicker on purpose.
Mu Ting snorted: "Can I see Mr. Yue Lang?"
"Please." The man moved and disappeared into the dark night.
Fan Loudong Pavilion was only ten feet away. After the man disappeared, a light suddenly came on.
Someone came over silently holding a lantern: "Prince Mu, please come this way."
She's a little girl.
Nangong Wenyue seems to be very used to using little ladies. Mu Ting thought.
The young lady remained silent all the way, only leading Mu Ting towards the East Pavilion. But when I saw the dark and longing place just now, it suddenly became cheerful, with flowers and trees planted on both sides, and dim light leaked from a long French window, and there seemed to be the smell of roasting chestnuts and tea cakes. Mu Ting thought that Nangong Wenyue was quite leisurely.
But in a moment, she arrived in front of the long French window. The young lady lowered her head and said, "Prince Mu, we're here."
Looking in from the floor-to-ceiling window, Nangong Wenyue was still wearing a black cloak, sitting at the tea table, her eyelids were slightly drooped, and her long white fingers were flipping tea cakes. On the grilling net, there are dozens of large chestnuts, exuding an attractive fragrance.
The person he served looked like a handsome man ordering tea and having a peaceful time.
Hearing the noise, Nangong Wenyue raised her head and looked at Mu Ting: "Prince Mu, come and have tea."
Mu Ting strode up and sat down unceremoniously opposite Nangong Wenyue, allowing himself to calm down a bit before saying, "The man who intercepted me outside just now was sent by you to stop me from saving Madam Qin, right? Why is this?"
If that person hadn't stopped her, Mrs. Qin might not have been injured so seriously!
Mu Ting was very angry. Mrs. Qin must be working for Nangong Wenyue. No matter what, she can be considered valuable. How come Nangong Wenyue doesn't cherish her so much!
He asked angrily, but Nangong Wenyue was not affected at all: "How can Prince Mu conclude that I blocked you from saving Madam Qin, and not for other reasons?"
What other reasons? Was it because a guard happened to be passing by Wenchanghou's mansion at that time, so he was stopped? But if he was afraid of those guards, he wouldn't save Qin Xiangxiang.
The tea cakes were baked, and Nangong Wenyue began to grind the tea.
He moved slowly and slowly, his eyelids still slightly drooped: "Prince Mu, let's talk about business."
Mu Ting said coldly: "This is also business."
"Why is Prince Mu so nervous about Mrs. Qin? Are you just seeking justice for her? That's not necessary. Mrs. Qin is mine, and I have the right to decide her life or death."
Nangong Wenyue's words were an understatement, but they caused huge waves in Mu Ting's heart.
Although he had long known that Qin Xiangxiang had a close relationship with Nangong Wenyue, he was still... very unhappy when he heard Nangong Wenyue admit it personally!
He said firmly: "Ms. Qin is also a living, flesh-and-blood person!"
Nangong Wenyue kept moving, raised her eyelids, and looked at Mu Ting with a half-smile: "People in this world are all living, flesh-and-blood, and I can't control them. Okay, her affairs are not important. Let’s get down to business.”
"Why isn't it important?" Mu Ting frowned. Nangong Wenyue was really out of touch.
"It's because she is Qin Guanlan's biological daughter. It's because her father once impeached your father and made up some trumped-up charges. Your father hates her, your father's staff hates her, Mu Jiajun hates her, Mu Shizi Will you still regard Mrs. Qin as a treasure?"
Mu Ting frowned: "Qin Guanlan is Qin Guanlan, what does what he does have to do with Mrs. Qin?"
Nangong Wenyue curled her lips slightly: "Prince Mu, not everyone thinks this way. If this is true, in this world for thousands of years, there will be no such thing as killing the nine tribes and repaying the father's debt to the son."
"I will protect her." Mu Ting said solemnly.
Nangong Wenyue smiled again: "If Prince Mu could protect her, she would not be slandered by Chen Ze and driven out of your residence."
Mu Ting pursed his lips and spoke harshly: "That was just an accident..."
Nangong Wenyue still lowered her head, grinding the tea with graceful movements: "Accident? Just one Chen Ze made Madam Qin feel wronged and unable to speak. What if Marquis Wu De targeted Madam Qin specifically? Can Madam Qin return the favor? Is there a way to survive? It is the best thing for Prince Mu to draw a clear line with Mrs. Qin at this time. However, in the future, when Prince Mu leaves the capital, the people in the capital will naturally have nothing to do with Prince Mu. Well, Let’s talk about business.”
That's right, he will leave the capital soon after finding out the crimes committed by the Di clan. When the time comes, he and Qin Xiangxiang...
Mu Ting's expression changed slightly: "I will not draw a clear line with her. But I will do my best to protect her so that she will not be hurt again."
From Mu Ting's perspective, Nangong Wenyue could see Nangong Wenyue smiling again: "Prince Mu is very caring about his friends. No wonder the followers around Prince Mu are so loyal to Prince Mu."
"It's not like Mr. Wenyue Lang, who doesn't cherish the people around him."
"My nature is like this. I have a cold nature." Nangong Wenyue said in a brisk tone, "What's more, the people around me are the ones who voluntarily sacrificed their lives in order to follow me. They have betrayed themselves, and I How can I cherish it?"
When talking to Nangong Wenyue, I felt the urge to beat him up.
Mu Ting held back: "Wonderful Yue Langjun is very capable."
"There is no need to be sarcastic about me." Nangong Wenyue said leisurely, "But Mrs. Qin is mine. It is not easy for Prince Mu to treat her as a friend and want to protect her. After all, every time I do something Everything is carefully considered, they are like my puppets, every step is in my calculation."
Mu Ting's expression changed slightly: "In other words, Mr. Wenyue Lang deliberately caused her to be injured."
"That's right." Nangong Wenyue said nonchalantly, "Prince Mu must have heard about the origins of the Nangong family behind me."
Of course I have heard that the Nangong family will only appear when there is a major turmoil between the government and the public. But now that the prosperity of the country is peaceful and the people are at peace, the most that can happen is that a Di tribe commits a crime, which is nothing.
Nangong Wenyue raised his eyes lightly: "I have been wandering among the people for more than ten years. What do you think I am doing?"
Mu Ting recalled everything that happened during this period: "I ask Mr. Yue Lang, are you asking for life for the people?"
"No." Nangong Wenyue chuckled and looked at Mu Ting with burning eyes, "Nangong showed up and the emperor changed."
