The princess doesn't talk much

Chapter 30

When the two returned to the teahouse, Lu Banxian and Zhu Sanpang had eaten enough to eat. The refreshments in this teahouse ranged from expensive to cheap from beginning to end, and none of them were missed.

Seeing the return of Jin Yi, Lu Banxian and Zhu Sanpang were both stunned.

Zhu Xiaopang put down the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in his mouth, ran up to Yan Buzhi, looked up and down with glowing eyes, wanted to reach out his hand to touch the material, but was timid for fear of getting it dirty, so he rubbed his hands and said, "No Looking at your face, you are really pretty."

Look, is this speaking human words?In other words, the irritable factor in his body began to stir again.

But Lu Banxian said something sweet: "It's not expensive, it can afford this clothes."

Huh~ In other words, I feel that I have been appeased.

Ye Wuming pulled away the chair, carefully and considerately let Yan Buzhi sit down, and then sat down by himself. While pouring tea for Yan Buzhi, he asked, "What did you find out?"

Speaking of business, Zhu Xiaopang put away his distaste for nonsense, and said: "What Brother Nine ordered, I should have done it properly."

After Zhu Xiaopang ate the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in his hand in one gulp, he continued: "This An Lucheng is not a good person, he is greedy for money and lustful, and there are many concubines in the backyard. Today this one is indeed Lord An's [-] Birthday, this matter has been spread all over the city as early as a month ago, and almost all the villages, towns and cities under the Qingzhou Prefecture have received invitations and come to celebrate their birthday today."

Lu Banxian took the words and said, "But it's very strange..."

She nodded without saying anything, this time without Ye Wuming's explanation, she also understood what was so strange about this matter.

Hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses in the Great Zhou Dynasty pressed the border, and the Northern Chu was retreating steadily, losing several cities one after another, and Wulu City was also in jeopardy.At this moment, whether it is food, grass or silver, they are all in short supply.

Emperor Wenchang hadn't asked the officials to raise donations yet, and it was too late for the officials to hold their tails between their legs. How could they celebrate their birthday with great fanfare at this juncture?How about receiving so many congratulatory gifts?

An Lucheng's behavior was a little weird.

Lu Banxian continued: "Not only that, a month ago, he just took in the No.16 concubine, and he also threw a big banquet. It was only a month before and after, and he held a birthday banquet. It's really corrupt."

"The concubine of the sixteenth house?" She couldn't help exclaiming: "Good guy, every day is not the same, and you can be happy for half a month. This Mrs. An must be a horse."

Zhu Xiaopang wondered: "What does it have to do with the horse?"

He said without hesitation: "I love grass!"

"Cough cough cough..." Lu Banxian choked on the unspoken words and coughed violently.

Seeing that Zhu Xiaopang was about to ask what happened to Ma'er Aicao, Lu Banxian quickly changed the topic and said, "This...that's not the point. The point is that the singing and dancing in Mr. An's house was peaceful, and it was not affected by the war at all."

Undoubtedly brought back to the topic by Lu Banxian's words, he asked in confusion: "Isn't he afraid of being ransacked? What is this? The governor doesn't know the hatred of subjugation, and he still sings the flowers of the backyard across the river?"

Lu Banxian's eyes lit up, and he praised: "It's not that the literary talent is brilliant! This poem is well done, well done!"

He was stunned for a while before saying anything, and then he couldn't help but laugh dryly with the corners of his mouth parted in embarrassment. She didn't do this, didn't she just sigh with emotion.Seeing Lu Banxian's face full of praise, it seems that she used this poem correctly.

Over there, Ye Wuming took a sip of tea and said calmly, "There are other plans."

　In other words: Ninth brother, what do you belong to?

　　Ye Wuming: It is a rat.

　　Surprise without saying: I am a snake, we two are a nest of snakes and rats!
　　Ye Wuming rubbed his head helplessly: This idiom... Alas, you are right, we are in the same nest.

　　……

　　Without saying a word, he showed off to Zhu Xiaopang: Do you know what Brother Nine belongs to?

　　The corners of Zhu Xiaopang's eyes drooped and he said disdainfully: "It's a rat."

　　Unsurprisingly, he said: How do you know?
　　Zhu Xiaopang sneered: Because he (squeaks) (squeaks) (squeaks) all day long!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)