Daughter not a concubine: black-bellied arrogant killer concubine

Not long after, before Yun Sheng reached the main hall, he saw the Fourth Prince Wuyou walking over quickly from a distance.

The fourth prince Wuyou was dressed in a vermilion cloud-pattern wide-sleeved gown, with a jade crown and hair tied up, looking handsome and graceful.

Seeing Yun Sheng, there was a faint smile between his brows and eyes, and he walked up quickly.

"Are you better?"

"Are you better?"

Yun Sheng and the Fourth Prince Wuyou approached and asked the same words in unison.

Then the two looked at each other and smiled again.

"I'm very good."

"I'm very good."

Again in unison.

Yun Sheng couldn't help laughing out loud.

The Fourth Prince Wuyou smiled and said: "Is it possible that you and I have the same blood in our bodies, and even our hearts are more tacit?"

After hearing the words of the fourth prince Wuyou, Yun Sheng smiled.

Then he smiled helplessly: "You already know."

Yun Sheng thought that this was the fourth prince's mansion, and his people inside and out, so many people knew about the matter of taking blood to save him, how could he hide it.

Fourth Prince Wuyou nodded lightly: "It's very hot outside, let's go in and talk."

Yun Sheng walked side by side with the fourth prince Wuyou, and came to his study.

The decoration in the study is simple, with only a few chairs, a desk, and a few bookshelves, densely packed with various books.

The Fourth Prince Wuyou invited Yun Sheng to sit inside, and the maidservants filed out after serving the tea.

In the study room, there are only Yu Yunsheng and the fourth prince Wuyou.

Yun Sheng took a sip of tea and said, "Uncle Yuan Shui, but you haven't come back yet?"

Wuyou sat by Yunsheng's side, and pushed the chilled fruit in front of Yunsheng: "Master estimates, it will take half a month to return to Chang'an, what do you need from him?"

Yun Sheng said that he wanted Uncle Yuan Shui to write a square plaque for Chang Acacia.

After Wuyou listened, he cast a glance at Yunsheng: "What? You only care about yourself as a master, but you don't think much of me?"

Yun Sheng smiled "Puchi": "What are you talking about? I am a singing and dancing studio, so how dare I work on your golden branches and jade leaves, but I still don't like what others wrote. After thinking about it, I had to ask Master Yuan Shui Uncle, help, who knows that he hasn't returned to Chang'an yet."

While Yun Sheng was talking, the Fourth Prince Wuyou had already got up and came behind the desk.

While spreading the paper with his hands, he pressed it with the paper, looked up at Yun Sheng who was opposite him and said, "Come and grind the ink yet."

Yun Sheng smiled and came to the side of Fourth Prince Wuyou.

He dripped a few drops of water on the inkstone, then pulled back his sleeves slightly, and rubbed the ink obediently beside him.

"At that time in Lingyun Peak, my uncle was practicing calligraphy, and my master was basking in the sun and drinking apricot blossom wine. I was free to grind ink for my uncle, and at the same time, I watched you practice your sword under the sun."

As Yun Sheng spoke, he paused.

Thinking of the pleasant and beautiful time at that time, he couldn't help smiling and said: "I didn't realize it at the time, but now that I think about it, those days are really nostalgic."

Originally standing beside Yun Sheng, watching Yun Sheng's red sleeves add fragrance to the fourth prince Wuyou, after hearing what Yun Sheng said, the corners of his mouth also slightly raised, with a shallow but warm smile.

But he said in his mouth: "You are very comfortable, and it is really hard for me to practice swords in front of you in the sun so that you will not be too boring at noon."

Yun Sheng stopped in his hand, and turned to look at Wuyou: "You don't want me to be bored, so..."

When Yun Sheng looked at the fourth prince Wuyou, he had already picked up his pen and was already dipping it in ink.He didn't look at Yun Sheng, but said in his mouth: "It's not just for you to pass the time, your martial arts are too bad, I thought you could learn some tricks from my swordsmanship, but who knows that your understanding is not good enough." not tall."