Listening to the sound of the wheels turning, Yang Shu closed his eyes and rested.
Meng Po, who was following the carriage, frowned, always feeling something was wrong. He seemed to be following the line drawn by Yang Shu.
Every move is under Yang Shu's control.
From the beginning, this guy had no intention of talking.
He just wants to arouse his anger and make him trapped in his mind, unable to even fight back.
Yang Shu pulled the young master not to take him away, but to wait for him to stop him.
Pushed further, he had no way out.
The real purpose is to get him to follow him!
Wanting to understand this, Mengpo clenched his teeth and almost burst out with anger.
This kid was really hateful, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to find out, so in the end he was deliberately gentle to make him think about it.
You are clearly toying with people while applauding!
By the stream, Cui Tingyu squatted down and felt the coolness of the stream.
Looking at the water flowing between her fingers, her eyes darkened. Yang Shu was not just a fox. He was not only ambitious, but also bolder.
She wanted to leave the Yan Kingdom, but she would never be able to leave without paying a huge price.
"Cui Xiaolangjun, why are you here? It's so easy to find. What a happy event. Your bodyguard has sent you here." Zhuangtou said with heavy breath.
Cui Tingyu raised her eyes sharply, didn't bother to wipe her hands, picked up her hem and ran back.
"Sister, sister..."
Seeing Cui Tingyu, the boy clapped his hands and shouted, smiling like a three-year-old child.
Cui Tingyu stared at Fang Zhuang who was aside.
The huge pressure made Fang Zhuang stutter a little, "The prince has already told Mr. Yu that Mr. Cui Xiaolang can just take him there."
"Is there anything else?" Cui Tingyu said majestically.
Fang Zhuang shook his head and took a step forward. Why was he different from Ping'er? It was so scary!
"Sister, play with me, you come and chase me." The young man pulled Cui Tingyu's sleeve and ran away.
Cui Tingyu looked at his back with countless sadness in her eyes.
Ye'er was smart since he was a child and could write articles at the age of seven. His father said more than once that he would protect him and teach Ye'er how to govern the country, but the emperor's words could never be trusted.
"Your Majesty, I can guarantee that Mr. Cui Xiaolang is definitely not a fake princess. I dare not look up at her under such pressure." Fang Zhuang said to Yang Shu.
"Tell me the important point." Yang Shu took a sip of tea.
"That young man's name is Sister Cui Xiaolangjun."
Yang Shu leaned back, sister? Judging from the age, it does match him, but the letter he sent back showed that Cui Ye was living happily in his fiefdom, and he didn't look stupid.
So, which one is true? Which one is fake?
"What are you doing standing at the door? Come in." Yang Shu's eyes fell on Meng Po, "You should know about the envoys sent by Ye State to Yan State."
"I don't like people guessing, acting without permission, doing bad things."
"You know the meaning of this thing better than I do." Yang Shu tied the doorman sign on his belt, "Jian'an is too peaceful, we have to make it lively."
"What are you going to do?" Meng Po said.
"Sure your brand." Yang Shu said casually.
"No!" Meng Po said urgently.
Yang Shu smiled, "Recognize the reality. I'm not asking for your opinion. Both siblings are in my hands. Can you say no?"
"Let's go, I'll take you to have fun." Yang Shu picked up the mask on the table and covered his face.
"The princess's reputation will never be tarnished by you!"
Meng Po blocked Yang Shu, breathing heavily.
Yang Shu raised his eyelids and said, "When you give me the dinke brand, won't it be up to me to make the decision about the reputation?"
"Will you regret it and think that what I have is free?"
After crossing Mengpo, Yang Shu walked straight out.
"Follow me and protect my eldest son. If something happens to me, Cui Tingyu will have to be buried with me even if he doesn't want to."
Fang Zhuang glanced at Meng Po, who had bulging veins, and took a step back silently, fearing that he would explode.
The prince is really powerful. He has become so popular and dares to let him follow him. He is not afraid of Meng Po getting angry from his heart and slashing him with a knife.
Waving the doorman sign, Yang Shu stopped by the lake.
It's getting dark, and it's time for scholars to show their talents.
A good poem can spend a spring night with a beautiful woman for free.
Yang Shu unfolded his folding fan, got on the boat, threw in a piece of silver, and asked the boatman to go to the boat in the center of the lake.
It was obviously night, but the lights in the center of the lake were as bright as day.
The original owner had only been to this place once, and he had to buy a poem to gain entry.
After he went crazy, no one dared to stop him, but as soon as he went out, everyone dispersed.
Meng Po followed Yang Shu numbly. He didn't know how Yang Shu would disrupt Jian'an when he came to a place like this.
"Master."
The boy stopped Yang Shu, handed him the pen, and asked him to write a poem.
Yang Shu did not break the rules, took the pen and started writing on the paper.
"Birds in thousands of mountains will fly away, and all traces of people will disappear." After writing the ten words, Yang Shu returned the pen to the boy.
The boy was good at reading poetry, so he immediately got out of the way.
Mengpo's mind was in a mess and he was not in the mood to write poetry, so he was asked to get off the boat.
Yang Shu walked towards the cabin. It was built with a lot of money and the interior space was comparable to a basketball court.
The powerful people like Jian'an all know how to enjoy themselves.
After finding a seat in the middle, Yang Shu sat down. The singing and dancing on the stage had already begun.
Of course, at this hour, none of the girls appearing were stunning.
The good food has been served for a long time, how can we keep people here?
There were pastries on the table. Yang Shu picked up a piece and ate it, waiting quietly.
As time passed, more and more people came, and it was almost full, but it was not too noisy inside.
The reason is, everyone thinks they are talented, how can they lose their manners and make others laugh.
If you look around, most of them are dressed like scholars.
There are not many people like Yang Shu who wear brocade.
After looking at the turbid tea, Yang Shu looked away. It was really impossible to drink.
"First time here?" A young man in his early twenties talked to Yang Shu.
Yang Shu looked at the young man and nodded.
"I knew it." The young man approached Yang Shu and spoke in a low voice.
"The girls here are different from those outside. They are all very proud. I feel that those who wear fancy clothes are ignorant and bully others."
"They prefer scholars."
"Look, most of the people inside are wearing long gowns, but if they're not scholars, that's not necessarily the case."
"You just want to watch the fun today."
"Once the spring night is over, don't even think about it."
"What do you call me brother?" Yang Shu poured him a glass of wine.
"My surname is Zhao." The young man was very talkative and replied with a smile.
"Brother Zhao, to be honest with you, this is my first time coming to Jian'an, and I don't know who is the most beautiful. Could you please introduce me to them?"
"You've got to ask the right person." The young man looked around and leaned a little closer to Yang Shu. "The most amazing one is Xie Xuxu, Lady Qin."
"Not only is she beautiful, but when she sings, it makes people feel like they are about to burst out."
"Is it such an exaggeration?" Yang Shu looked unbelieving.
"Don't believe it, she will come out at the end, and then you will know that the one who writes the best poems can enter her room." The young man said meaningfully.
