Chapter 3

"Hmph, raccoons of the same feather!" The beggars began to discuss, "It's not a good thing!"

"I heard that a newcomer came to the Yihong Courtyard. He sells his art but not his body. Just listening to a song costs nearly a hundred taels of silver. He looks like a fairy, and he is even more enchanting than Su Man, the number one beauty in the capital."

"Then according to what you said, they are looking for flowers and asking willows?"

"Otherwise, why go out in the middle of the night?" A beggar snorted coldly, "These rich young masters have too much money to spend. Besides, the Second Young Master Song will be a law-abiding person?"

"That's true." The other beggar nodded and asked again, "Eh? Didn't the Second Young Master Song say that he is engaged to Tao Xueru, the number one talented woman in the capital?"

"You don't know that Tao Xueru forced her to die, and she will not marry unless she is the 'Third Young Master' in this life!"

"Third son?"

"The second son of Song Dynasty has always loved the third son, cherishing brotherhood, and finally canceled the marriage contract between the two families."

Bu Youran gnawed the pastry slowly, dumbfounded.

This is simply more complicated than modern emotional dramas, entangled four-corner love?

Those three sons don't seem to be simple!

Bu Youran turned her head and pulled at the little beggar who was listening intently, "Who is the third son?"

"You don't know the third son?" The little beggar looked at her in surprise.

Bu Youran touched her forehead with her greasy hand, she looked astonished, should she know?

"That's right, you're an outsider, so how can you know what's going on in the capital?" The little beggar expressed his understanding, "The third son is the young prince of Anding, because his father died when he was three years old, and his mother's whereabouts are unknown now." , so now he is fostered in Song Shangshu's family. Because Song Shangshu has two sons, the youngest is the youngest, and he will be fifteen this year. I heard that Song Shangshu has always treated him as his own, so everyone called him "Three Young Masters" '."

"Hou An Ding?" Bu Youran searched for the information in his mind, and said that there was no such person in the information, so he should ignore it and stop caring.But he couldn't hold back his curiosity, so he asked casually, "Then what's his name?" He took another bite of the snack.

"If you ask me like that, I really can't remember..."

"Chu Jinyu!" A beggar interrupted.

……

Bu Youran's mind buzzed, as if it had exploded, and there was a ringing in his ears.

"Who...you say...who are you talking about?" The snack in his hand fell to the ground.

"Chu-Jin-Yu!" After a pause, I really thought that Bu Youran didn't hear clearly.

God, God finally took pity on her!No bitterness, she has been begging along the street for more than ten days, no bitterness, she has not enough to eat every day, and she is so thin that her chin is sharpened.

Jinyu?Hold Jin Huaiyu!
The name should be a symbol of good moral character, but the things that are done run counter to it.

When Bu Youran started accepting the task and heard the name for the first time, she thought so.

It's really unexpected that she actually wore it to the boyhood of this treacherous minister?
This research institution is really not credible, and said that he should be in his twenties.

But God's will tricks people, a 15-year-old boy is much easier to deal with than a treacherous minister in his twenties, right?What's more, as a foster child under the eaves of others, he must have suffered a lot of grievances in his heart...

Really, my God!
Bu Youran looked up to the sky and smiled——

HELLO, little Chuchu, here I come!

All the beggars around turned their heads to look at her, thinking that she was disturbed by some kind of stimulation.

Bu Youran hurriedly grabbed the little beggar's arm, "Where is Yihong Courtyard?"

"exist……"

(End of this chapter)

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