Concubine, please respect yourself

Chapter 42 Meeting

The cool night shines on the flower bed.

In the Ninth Prince's Mansion on the outskirts of Beijing, only the study in the backyard was still brightly lit with candles.

Ying Su lay resting on the soft couch for several days in a row, tossing and turning unable to sleep, as if she had forgotten something important.

Seeing that the lamp was still on in the study, Fu Yun was afraid that the master forgot to extinguish the candle wick, so she tiptoed in.

As soon as he turned his back and closed the door lightly, he heard a low hoarse voice behind him: "What are you doing?"

"Ah~" There was a sound like killing a pig in the quiet backyard.

Fuyun shivered, closed her eyes and waved her hands wildly at the air, afraid of something unclean.

Not seeing that voice still provoked him for a long time, he dared to quietly open one eye first.

It looked like every hair on his back stood upside down, which was more terrifying than messing with dirty things.

Fuyun saw her master lazily leaning halfway on the couch, staring at herself with scrutiny in her cold eyes.

Knowing the embarrassment on his face, he still had to pretend to be nonchalant, and said with a three-pointed smile: "Master, haven't you slept yet?"

Ying Su lifted the brocade silkworm quilt from Sichuan, and got off the ground wearing only the moon white silk undergarment, went to sit down in front of the desk, and said to Fu Yun seriously, "Did you bring something back from Suzhou?"

After thinking about it for a while, Fuyun nodded nervously, and whispered tremblingly: "There are seven Guanyin lamps you ordered, and some silk satins as a tribute to the imperial concubine." She glanced carefully at the center of her father's eyebrows, still He didn't relax a bit, he simply darkened his eyes, and boldly said: "There are three more teacups brought in from Duke Lu's mansion!"

Except for those three teacups, I don't know how I got them back, and I know the rest, but I still feel that something is missing.

Ying Su thought for a long time, but still had no idea, and asked a little anxiously, "Is there anything else?"

Seeing his master like this, Fuyun was afraid of delaying some important event, so he stretched out his hand and slapped himself on the forehead a few times.

Seeing his stupid look, Ying Su couldn't help but laugh.

His forehead was flushed from being photographed, and Fu Yun was also pinching his teeth in pain. Suddenly, his deer-like eyes lit up as if he had a flash of inspiration, and he said with joy: "There is another painting?!"

correct!Is it a painting, or a painting of a peerless beauty.

Ying Su laughed at herself, and finally understood what was bothering her heart.

He has some contradictions, and the choice is difficult to decide.

If Fu Yun was asked to bring the painting, he might say that he was bewitched by beauty, but if he didn't, how much longer would he be able to stay?
That woman is really a goblin, she can torture herself so far, if she enters the capital, it is inevitable that the children of the aristocratic family will tear their faces and scramble to please her.

Thinking of this, Ying Su felt jealous for the first time on the calm ground, and hurriedly ordered Fu Yun: "Go and get the painting?"

Seeing that her valet was looking at her in horror, Ying Su pretended to cough lightly, and added: "The moonlight is very good tonight, my prince's hands are itchy, and I want to copy Mr. Wang's paintings."

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There is no shortage of Wang Zongshen's paintings in their Ninth Prince's Mansion, and there are three famous paintings hanging in the study alone.

Besides, it has been raining a lot during the Qingming Festival these few days, and Chang'e is too lazy to come out, so why enjoy the moonlight?
My master's ability to bluff people is really clumsy.

Fuyun laughed jokingly, and bowed to salute: "Okay, I'll find it for you."

The beauty map is brought into the house, carrying the smell of the incense burner in the house, all with a lingering smell.

Put it on the desk and spread it out carefully.

The ethereal and fairy-like girl in the painting, whose beauty makes one's heart itch, isn't she the torturer in Duke Lu's mansion.

"Hey! Master, do you see that the woman in the painting is [-]% similar to that Miss Lu?" Fuyun looked at the painting with fascination, as if he had no taste for elegance, and he also admired Mr. Wang's ingenuity. made.

Ying Su raised her head and looked at him with a frown, with a trace of disgust in her eyes: "Why are you still here?"

Fuyun grimaced, looked at the picture of beauties on the table with reluctance, and moved towards the door step by step, "Why don't I just take a look."

"The house in Qingshui Lane has been cleaned up in the past few days."

The house in Qingshui Lane has been treasured by my master all along. Not to mention the pleasant scenery, surrounded by lakes and mountains, it only means that the house also occupies a naturally formed hot spring eye, which is rare in the entire capital. ask for.

Fuyun scratched her head, and said with confusion: "My master went to tidy up the house in Qingshui Lane, but you want to move there?"

If you can really move there, it will be a good feeling, and you can take a hot spring bath in the future.

Ying Su cut off his thoughts in a cold voice: "It's not moving there, you just need to get someone to clean up the dust and trim the flowers and branches to make them smooth."

Fuyun took the order, and although there was reluctance in her eyes, she hurried out of the study in a hurry.

When he arrived outside the study, Fuyun sniffed his nose, folded his arms and shrank back, looked at the candles still flickering in the study, and said with some complaints and dissatisfaction: "If you have a beautiful woman to accompany you, don't care about her? I am also in this cool spring Sleepless alone!"

Wearing a black robe, Mo Ya rolled over from the banyan tree branch in the yard, brushed his long sword, and said quietly: "If you don't want to make the master angry, I advise you to go to Qingshui Lane to clean the house tonight."

Fuyun curled her lips and glanced at this man who was dressed like a ghost. She felt cold in her heart, but she forced a cold snort on her face and said, "Only you are well-informed and able to figure out the meaning of the master?"

Too lazy to talk nonsense with him, Mo Ya picked up his lapel and used lightness kung fu to lead him to Qingshui Lane.

The miserable exclamation broke the silence after Qingming.

In the early morning of the second day, spies from all over Beijing came to my home to send news: Lu Guogong's family had arrived at the gate of the city.

The aristocratic families and officials who couldn't figure out the situation did not dare to intersect with each other, and closed their doors tightly for fear of causing wind and rain.

Through the corner of the swaying car curtain, Lu Ziyu looked at the streets of the capital, but he didn't see the legendary grand scene, but it was desolate.

Is this slap "rewarded" to him by those noble families?

She, Lu Ziyu, has always boasted of being a snake and a scorpion. She accepts the majesty today, and will definitely return it in the future.

Tong Yun tilted his head, lifted the curtain of the car to look outside, and complained aloud: "Young master, why are there so few people in the capital? It may be difficult to find someone to ask passers-by."

Lu Zhiting's expression was also not very good, with a slight anger on his warm face.

A group of people rushed to a distance, and hurriedly stopped in front of Lu Guogong's dozen or so cars.

The leading man is the talented Ninth Prince Ying Su, who is crowned in the capital.

Ying Su intended to tell all parties in the capital that he wanted to make good friends with Duke Lu's government.

When Lu Jinyan saw that it was the Ninth Prince, he hurriedly ordered everyone in the house to get off the car, and hurriedly saluted: "I have met the Ninth Prince."

Ying Su glanced at the crowd, but she didn't see the person she wanted to see, and said in a calm tone, "Grandpa, please forgive me, you don't have to be polite."

A soft voice came from behind the crowd: "The fourth lady of the Lu family, Zi Yu, pay my respects to the Ninth Prince."

Ying Su choked for breath, hurriedly glanced at her, turned her eyes sideways, and didn't respond.

Seeing that this man ignored him, Lu Ziyu felt gloomy in his heart, but he still had a gorgeous smile on his face.

Avoiding the woman's gaze, Ying Su said to Lu Jinyan in a cold voice: "I'm afraid that my father-in-law has not found a place to live in Beijing this time, and it happens that my prince has a house. Go take a look?"

This really saved a lot of effort, even though Lu Jinyan just arrived in Beijing and didn't want to be favored by others, but the current difficulty of living must be resolved as soon as possible.

Lu Jinyan was tempted, but felt that it was unreasonable to take advantage of this way: "The Ninth Prince can make a price, I need this house urgently."

Ying Su nodded, frowned lightly and pondered for a while before saying, "According to the Lord, is 300 taels okay?"

"I'm afraid it's less? It's still 500 taels?" 500 taels is considered a moderate price for an ordinary house in central Beijing.

"Okay, just as the father-in-law said."

Fuyun's eye sockets were bruised, standing behind his master, he was about to get sick from anger, let alone the fact that he stayed up all night cleaning the courtyard, the size of the house alone was not worth 500 taels of humiliation.

And that hot spring eye?

This is equivalent to giving away for nothing.

Hey!He had opened his eyes today, and he could still do business like this.

　Ready to spread sugar to everyone, Fourth Miss Lu is finally going to take this flower of Gaoling into her bag step by step~

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