Divine Doctor's Daughter: Black-bellied Crown Princess

Chapter 240
"Let's go now, if we didn't contact the Eighth Prince in advance, would he know we're going?" Qing Hong asked curiously.

Feng Ziyu nodded: "Don't you know your former master?"

Qing Hong: "En?"

Feng Ziyu said: "He must be aware of any troubles in the capital. As long as we go to the teahouse, he will definitely know."

Qing Hong: "..."

It never occurred to her that the former master of her family was actually a bit tricky in the eyes of the young lady.

"But miss, what if the eighth prince doesn't come because he hasn't received the news?" Qing Hong asked.

The prince is so busy every day, can he really just stare at the news website of a teahouse?
Impossible?
Feng Ziyu shrugged and said: "If this is the case, let's eat something in the teahouse before going back. Anyway, we don't need to pay for it. We will be at a disadvantage if we don't eat something."

Qing Hong: "..."

My young lady obviously doesn't seem to be a master who is short of money, so why is she always so stingy?

Now you still want to eat the Eighth Prince's food for free?

But there is a problem...

Qing Hong looked at Feng Ziyu, showed a somewhat embarrassed expression and said: "But miss, don't forget that you are going to marry the eighth prince in the future, and in this case, the money of the eighth prince will also be yours in the future Is it your money? What you are eating now is actually your own money."

Feng Ziyu: "..."

She glanced at Qing Hong, and suddenly smiled: "I didn't expect your idea to be quite trendy."

After marriage, the fact that property is shared by both parties is a matter of later generations. In ancient times, Feng Ziyu was only heard that the dowry was owned by the woman, and I had never heard of other things being shared by the two families.

After all, in ancient times, even reconciliation and separation were troublesome. If the woman was divorced, the ending would only be even uglier.

Therefore, Feng Ziyu really didn't expect that people here would think about such a thing as property sharing.

"Then I eat my own, so I can't waste it."

Feng Ziyu didn't plan to discuss this with Qinghong, she said it confidently.

Qing Hong: "..."

OK.

Anyway, it's good for the lady to be happy.

The teahouse will be here soon.

In fact, the business of this teahouse has not been very good, but because the decoration of this teahouse is really a bit tall, so everyone actually did not think that the business here is not good because few people come here, but just think that there are few customers. Business is deserted.

Anyway, there are many rich people in the capital, and everyone only thought that this teahouse should be run by the children of some rich family. Anyway, opening a teahouse is just a trivial matter for them.

Although everyone is envious, they are not too curious.

"Miss, we're here." The carriage driver said.

Feng Ziyu asked Qinghong to give the coachman ten taels of silver, and asked the coachman to find a place to drink tea by himself, and then come to pick them up on time after an hour.

The coachman shied away at first, saying that he didn't need Feng Ziyu's money, but when Qing Hong let go of her aura, the coachman nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and hurriedly packed the carriage and left.

Qing Hong said softly: "I have to be frightened to be obedient."

Feng Ziyu laughed.

Or else it is said that people are like candles, which cannot be lit without being lit.

Feng Ziyu brought Qinghong into the teahouse, and before she could speak, the shopkeeper greeted her with a smile on her face: "Miss is here? Please come upstairs, the guests are already waiting."

Qing Hong: "..."

She suddenly felt that she probably missed something, otherwise, why did the Eighth Prince not only come, but also come early?

Or did she actually miss something from the beginning?
Is the Eighth Prince not as busy as he imagined?

That's why you can figure it out?
"Let's go."

Feng Ziyu glanced at Qinghong with a half-smile, and asked the shopkeeper to lead the way.

The shopkeeper walked in front with a smile on his face.

He also asked Feng Ziyu what she wanted to eat.

Feng Ziyu reported the names of many pastries.

The shopkeeper took notes one by one, brought Feng Ziyu to the door of the box, and then retreated.

Feng Ziyu pushed open the door of the box, and saw two people sitting one at a time in the box.

Chen Lingcheng was still sitting in the wheelchair, looking out the window, wondering what he was thinking.

Mo Qing stood not far behind him, and when he saw Feng Ziyu coming in, he saluted Feng Ziyu.

Feng Ziyu nodded and glanced at Qinghong.

Mo Qing went down with Qinghong.

Feng Ziyu walked to the edge of the table and sat down, looked at Chen Lingcheng and asked, "Did you happen to be here today?"

Outside the room, Qing Hong also asked Mo Qing: "Is the Eighth Prince just here?"

Mo Qing shook his head: "This morning the prince received the news that Miss Feng has left the mansion, so he came here to wait."

Qing Hong: "..."

Co-authoring doesn't even need any news from the teahouse?

The Eighth Prince came over early in the morning.

"Is the prince so free recently?" Qing Hong asked with some doubts.

Mo Qing glanced at Qing Hong, and said, "It's true that it's not very busy, but after the Qixi Festival banquet, the Eighth Prince's mansion has many more people every day."

"The prince feels unbearably disturbed, so he wants to come outside every day."

"Ah? Who is looking for the Eighth Prince every day?"

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"It's those young masters who watched you do tricks last time."

Chen Lingcheng stretched out his hand and rubbed the center of his brows, and said, "Those people said they couldn't find you, so they hope that I can take you to the house, and they still want to watch tricks."

Feng Ziyu didn't expect that it was because of this that Chen Lingcheng was unwilling to go back. Although she said she felt a little sorry, she also sneered.

"These people are in a panic, right? Can't the emperor find something for them to do? I thought they were going to stop, but who knew they would become even more noisy?"

When Feng Ziyu was a country girl, these people kept talking about it.

Now Feng Ziyu has proved herself, but these people don't value Feng Ziyu's identity at all, and they even want to see Feng Ziyu perform for them every day like those performers.

How big is the face?
Turning his head and seeing Feng Ziyu's angry look, Chen Lingcheng smiled a little more on his face: "Well, that's why I drove them all away."

Feng Ziyu looked at Chen Lingcheng in surprise: "You really drove them away? But there hasn't been any news from Tianjing City these days?"

Feng Ziyu thought that she was quite well-informed about the news, but she really didn't hear any news these days.

She wondered if she had been paying attention to Aunt Fang's melons in the mansion recently, which caused the melons in the capital to be missed.

"Of course it won't spread to the ears of other people in the capital. In fact, as long as it spreads to the ears of specific people, it will be fine."

Feng Ziyu saw Chen Lingcheng's mocking face with a smile, and suddenly a flash of light flashed in her mind.

"You mean in the emperor's ears?"

(End of this chapter)