West courtyard, Qingfeng Hall.
In a place where ghosts are usually invisible, today there were quite a few people sitting there.
The little maids came in and out holding hot tea, but they all held their breath and did not dare to make a sound.
Mr. Tan sat at the top, sullenly stroking his fingers.
Wang occasionally glanced at Qiao across from her, but more often than not, she secretly focused her gaze on the man on the lower left.
The man was sitting in a wheelchair, wearing a long scholar's shirt with a white background and lake blue piping, but he didn't have the air of a scholar at all, but looked noble and noble.
Probably impatient to wait, he played with the sandalwood bead string in his hand and gave a slight "tsk" sound.
This slight movement was like water droplets dripping into a pan of oil, and it instantly crackled in everyone's hearts.
Minister Tan scolded the maid with a sullen face: "Go and see where the people are. It takes so long to dress up?"
The little maid hurriedly ran out. Mrs. Wang glanced at Mr. Qiao, took the opportunity to hold the handkerchief and said in a strange tone: "After all, she is not a serious girl in our house. This rule..."
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted impatiently by Shilang Tan: "What are you making a fuss about in front of the Crown Prince?"
Wang's face froze for a moment, and when she saw Qiao giving her a mocking look, she shut her mouth angrily.
Zhao Yuan had a panoramic view of everyone's expressions in the room. He chuckled, looked at Shilang Tan and said meaningfully: "I see, Mr. Tan and his wife have been a little angry recently."
Tan Shilang changed his expression instantly and said with a smile: "It is indeed easy to get impatient and angry when spring and summer change."
"It's because of the weather, I thought..." Zhao Yuan raised his chin slightly and pointed in the direction of the palace.
Shilang Tan's expression changed drastically, and he immediately stood up: "Your Majesty, please don't talk nonsense. How can I hold grudge against the saint..."
"Master Tan, why are you so impatient?" Zhao Yuan said leisurely, "I was just joking."
"It's a joke..." Mr. Tan stared at Zhao Yuan, as if his chest was suffocating, and he couldn't get up or get down for a while.
Mrs. Wang looked at it, feeling angry and feeling that she deserved it.
In front of so many people, he didn't give her, the head of the house, face, but now it's good that his face has also been given to him.
Mrs. Wang let out a low "hum", and the young man standing behind her immediately pulled her clothes lightly as a reminder.
Zhao Yuan saw it, looked at the young man and asked, "Is this the eldest son of the minister?"
Tan Hui hurriedly stepped forward and bowed politely: "That's right."
Zhao Yuan commented: "He is quite talented."
Tan Hui's eyes brightened slightly, and he was about to speak, but saw Zhao Yuan turning away and looking outside.
He looked like he didn't want to talk anymore.
Suddenly, Tan Hui's chest seemed to be choked with air, and his throat was stuck and he couldn't go up or down.
The three members of Dafang's family were devastated at the same time, but Mrs. Qiao was not very happy. She secretly looked at Zhao Yuan, thinking about his purpose in coming to see Qiao Yuanfei.
After Chunyu's death, the case of Marquis Yongting was closed, and this matter logically ended there.
But Zhao Yuan wanted to see A Yuan again and again, under the pretext of checking on his condition, but who knew if he had other ideas?
The previous few times they just turned it down, but this time the uncle made the decision for them and invited people in.
Qiao really felt sick just thinking about it.
Dafang's debt to them has not been settled yet!
Ms. Qiao lowered her head and was thinking about something, when she suddenly heard a clear female voice coming from the door: "Yuan Fei has met the Lord and met the Madam."
For a moment, everyone in the hall focused their attention on the door.
Qiao Yuanfei stood against the light, and everyone couldn't see her expression clearly. They could only see a slim and graceful figure approaching slowly.
The plain skirt moved with her steps, swaying, dignified and playful.
"Lotus grows at every step." Zhao Yuan lowered his eyes and couldn't help but think.
The arrival of Qiao Yuanfei made the room quiet.
When Shilang Tan saw her, he quickly put on a straight face and taught him a lesson with the air of an elder: "Why don't you show up for so long and ask the prince to wait?"
