"Don't talk nonsense. She is Princess Mo, and I am just a lone star of the evil spirit who is poisoned by a strange poison and will not die soon. I don't want to hear such words that harm her reputation in the future!" Cang Boyi's face was gloomy! , the commanding tone left no room for doubt.
Su Ruo'an looked at her prince's gloomy face and quickly replied: "Yes, I will never talk about it again."
Zhan Bai glanced at him: "You deserve it, the horse's hooves were slapped on you."
"You still have the nerve to accuse me, you should think about what to tell Princess Mo next time you see her." Su Ruoan curled her lips.
Zhan Bai looked extremely ugly, ignored him, turned around and walked out.
"Your Majesty, Princess Mo's hair saved you, you should express your gratitude. If you need to send any gift of thanks, I can do it for you." Feng Yunmu asked immediately.
He really wanted to meet Princess Mo. Her hair could relieve the pain of the Prince Regent. She was really a strange person.
Cang Bo Yi glanced at him: "No need."
He will send the thank you gift personally.
"Why don't you need it? I am also idle when I am idle. Prince, you must not be stingy." Feng Yunmu retorted.
Cang Bo Yi glanced at him with a sharp eye: "Since you are so free, go to Beili Country. I heard that there is a famine there."
"My lord, I suddenly remembered that I still need to make some medicine. Oops, it tastes like paste. I have to go take a look quickly. I won't disturb you anymore." Feng Yunmu ran faster than a rabbit.
Cangbo Yili ignored her: "Su Ruo'an, what kind of thank-you gift would you like me to give you?"
Su Ruo'an thought for a while: "Back to the prince, I think the thank you gift must be sent to the other party's heart. We send it to her if she needs it. That is the true intention.
I remember the secret guard said before that Princess Mo didn’t seem to be satisfied with the yellow paper and cinnabar she bought at the incense shop. Prince, how about we give you the best yellow paper and cinnabar. "
"No, it's too stingy for the dignified regent to just give yellow paper and cinnabar as a thank you gift." A staggering voice came from outside the door, it was Feng Yunmu.
After he went out, he did not leave, but listened secretly.
Cang Bo Yi glared over with a gloomy face: "Feng Yun Mu, do you think this king is stingy?"
"Don't dare, but a lock of hair costs one hundred thousand taels. How much is yellow paper and cinnabar worth?" Feng Yunmu retorted.
Cang Bo Yi frowned: "It's indeed cheaper."
"What do you know about decoction? Princess Mo went to the incense shop to buy it, which means it is what she needs most. If the prince feels it is not enough, just add more." Su Ruoan analyzed.
"This is a good suggestion. Now go find the best yellow paper and cinnabar in the entire Cang Yue Kingdom." Cang Bo Yi ordered.
"yes."
Here, Ye Xingchen left the Zhenguo Palace and walked slowly on the street.
"Princess Mo, please think about it. As long as you accept me as your disciple, I will listen to you in everything. I will serve you tea and water and support you until you die?" Master Daotian asked flatteringly.
Ye Xingchen twitched the corner of his mouth and rolled his eyes at him: "You can become my father. Are you sure you can provide for me until I die?"
Master Daotian looked down at himself and smiled awkwardly: "It's really inappropriate. I'm not showing my loyalty. As long as you accept me as your disciple, I can do anything you want, even warm the bed."
"Thankfully you are still a Heavenly Master, so you can say this. You are too old to warm the bed." Ye Xingchen said with disdain.
"Can't you leave me some self-respect?"
"Do you need it?" Ye Xingchen asked.
"In front of the master, there is no need." Master Daotian said with a silly smile.
While the two were talking, they heard a child crying. Ye Xingchen looked along the sound and saw a four or five-year-old child in the middle of the street. He was white and fat, like a New Year painting doll, and was only wearing a red shirt. Dudou is crying.
Because the child was crying so hard, a big snot bubble suddenly spurted out from his nose, and then the snot bubble became smaller again when he inhaled.
Ye Xingchen was amused by him: "What a cute little guy."
"Beautiful sister, you can actually see me?" Fu Bao asked in shock and stopped crying immediately.
"Of course, you look so cute, I can naturally see it. Tell me, why are you crying?" Ye Xingchen was about to walk over.
"I ran out secretly today, but got lost and couldn't go back. I waited for a long time for someone to see me." Fubao sniffed aggrievedly.
"Let's go, I'll take you back." Ye Xingchen said and walked over.
Such a cute milk baby is worth taking home as a son.
Taking a look at Fu Bao's bellyband, Ye Xingchen took off his cloak and put it around him: "It's warmer this way."
"Thank you sister, you are so kind." Fu Bao said happily, and then followed Ye Xingchen.
"Master, wait for me." Master Daotian immediately chased after him. Although he was scared, he felt more at ease with his master here.
"I'm not your master. I'm yelling nonsense. I'll make you speechless in the future." Ye Xingchen threatened.
Master Daotian said nothing more and could only follow silently.
Ye Xingchen took the child to the Temple of the King of Hell in the east of the capital: "This is called the Temple of the King of Hell that connects to the underworld. You can definitely go back, let's go."
Fu Bao looked at the statue of King of Hell, his face darkened.
This statue is too ugly.
"Sister, my name is Fubao. I'm home. Thank you for sending me back." The little guy said.
"You're welcome, Fu Bao, bye." After Ye Xingchen finished speaking, he left without looking back.
Master Daotian felt a gust of cold wind on his back. He subconsciously shrank his neck and immediately followed him: "Master, how do you know he is a kid?"
"Who would come out in the middle of the night on the night of the Ghost Festival?" Ye Xingchen answered.
"Master is wise."
"Shut up, I told you I'm not your master." Ye Xingchen rolled his eyes and went back.
"Master, I was wrong. I won't scream again."
In Prince Mo's Mansion, Ye Xingchen walked straight in. Master Daotian was locked out and almost bumped into the door of Prince Mo's Mansion: "Master is quite temperamental, but I like him. I recognize this master."
The entire Prince Mo Mansion was extremely quiet. After all, today was the Ghost Festival, and it was late at night. Prince Mo and his concubine had gone to bed long ago, and the other servants were also dreaming. Ye Xingchen did not return to his courtyard until then. Heading towards the warehouse.
On weekdays, I still think about how to avoid the people in the house, but today I walked around without anyone noticing.
Because no one dared to come out at all.
Ye Xingchen patted her hand lightly, and the lock on the warehouse door opened. She immediately pushed the door open and went in. Through the moonlight, she saw boxes of gold and silver jewelry, silk and satin, antiques, calligraphy and paintings inside the warehouse---- ----I couldn't help but sigh, the original owner's dowry was too generous.
No wonder King Mo was able to win over the hearts of the entire court. Who would have trouble with money?
Ye Xingchen took out the storage charm and instantly put the entire dowry in the warehouse into his own space, then quietly locked the door and returned to his yard.
Have a good sleep until dawn.
Ye Xingchen was woken up by a pretentious voice in a daze: "Hurry up and wake up the princess sister. The Duke of Zhenguo has come to settle accounts with her. She can still sleep. She is really heartless."
