Feng Jinxing, the steward of Fumantang, the steward of Fumanlou, and the servants in the room all stood up and saluted Dongming Ziyu: "Meet the prince."

Shangguan Ruoli always gives face to his men in front of others, so he stood up and saluted: "Your Majesty, why are you here?"

Xiao Fei sat on his seat and took a sip of tea calmly, and asked: "Why is King Xuan here? It's past dinner time now."

Didn't he find them here specially because he knew they were eating here?

Dongming Ziyu raised his hand to excuse them, and then replied coolly: "Zheng Zimo, the new number one scholar, took office as a new official and held a banquet at Yazhuxuan. I came to the banquet and wanted to go back. I passed by the door and heard what the princess said.

Voice."

After saying that, he sat next to Shangguan Ruoli.

Ahem, he won't say that he came to the banquet because Shangguan Ruoli came here. A new scholar, a seventh-rank Hanlin scholar, is not worthy of him coming to the banquet.

Shangguan Ruoli blinked, understanding in his heart and not wanting to expose it, "Your Highness, wait a moment, we will be fine now and go back to the house together."

"Okay, I'm waiting for you." After saying that, he picked up Shangguan Ruoli's tea cup and took a sip directly. He took out the jade fracture fan and fanned Shangguan Ruoli one by one.

Xiao Fei felt that Dongming Ziyu performed well and showed a satisfied expression.

Feng Jinxing still had a calm and gentle smile, and looked at the account books with Shangguan Ruoli, but she felt extremely ashamed of King Xuan's childish behavior.

Dongming Ziyu's eyes were like daggers, and he would throw them at Feng Jinxing from time to time.

Shangguan Ruoli felt that the atmosphere was strange and read the account book faster. He became jealous and the consequences were serious.

Qingfeng gave Mo Wen a look and motioned for the two of them to go out and talk.

Mo Wen asked for advice and asked Dongming Ziyu in a low voice: "Your Majesty, I want to go out and have a few words of respect with my brother."

Dongming Ziyu nodded slightly, sure.

Qingfeng also looked at Feng Jinxing, blinked and said, "Sir, please leave for a moment."

Feng Jinxing nodded, "Go ahead."

Qingfeng and Mo Wen left the room and pulled Mo Wen over, "Gouzi, you have to help me as a brother."

Mo Wen glared and punched him, and said dissatisfied: "Call me Mo Wen!"

"Okay, don't ask, don't ask!" Qingfeng smoothed his brother's hair soothingly, "What should I do if Zhuyue always ignores me?"

Mo Wen shrugged helplessly, "You asked me a eunuch about this, are you asking the wrong person?"

Only then did Qingfeng realize that he had forgotten that Mo Wen was a eunuch. His eyes turned red. He hugged Mo Wen and choked up: "Mo Wen, it's my brother's fault. My brother has forgotten. Don't..."

"Hey, okay, okay, I was just kidding." Mo Wen hurriedly patted Qingfeng on the back, giving a series of comforts.

Qingfeng hugged Mo Wen tightly, tears falling, "Brother feels guilty. I feel sorry for you. I didn't take good care of you and made you..."

Mo Wen secretly rolled his eyes. This was off topic. He quickly changed the topic and said, "I have an idea."

Sure enough, these words caught Qingfeng's attention. He let go of Mo Wen and asked, "What's your idea?"

Mo Wen asked: "The martyr girl was afraid of stalking her husband, so of course she stalked her to death."

Qingfeng rolled his eyes at him, "That's it?"

Mo Wen also rolled his eyes at him, "Don't you want to be a gentleman and watch her from a distance, as long as she is happy?"

Qingfeng shook his head like a rattle, "Of course not. Of course the woman he likes must be coaxed into his bed."

"That's it," Mo Wen patted his shoulder, "You can definitely do it."

Qingfeng nodded, coughed awkwardly, and took out a small box from his arms, "This is the hosta I carved myself. Please help me give it to her."

Mo Wen curled his lips and said, "Go and give it yourself! You can also touch your little hands and so on, and at least you can say a few words."

Qingfeng's face was purple and red, and he glared: "She is always waiting for the princess, how can I have a chance?"

Mo Wen blinked and said: "There will be a chance soon. When we go back, the prince and the princess will definitely ride in a carriage together. Then we slaves will be waiting outside the carriage, and you will have a chance."

Qingfeng's eyes lit up and he scratched his head in embarrassment, but still made up his mind and said: "Okay."

Mo Wen patted his shoulder encouragingly, "You can do it, and I will help you create opportunities."

The two brothers finished their plot and went into the house to serve their masters.

After a while, after checking the accounts, everyone stood up.

Qingfeng kept staring at Zhuyue, looking for opportunities to contact her.

The corridor was too narrow, so Dongming Ziyu pulled Shangguan Ruoli and walked in front, while Mo Wen pulled Mo Xiang and deliberately walked a step quickly behind the two of them. In this way, Zhuyue and Sassoon could only follow behind them.

Qingfeng saw an opportunity to turn down the stairs and quickly thrust the box into her hand.

Zhuyue looked at the wooden box in his hand, a little confused, and looked at Qingfeng in surprise, "What are you doing?"

Qingfeng's face was as red as pig liver, but he still said seriously: "You will know when you go back and open it."

"For me?" Zhuyue frowned, feeling it was inappropriate.

Mo Wen turned around and hugged Qingfeng, "Brother, come on, let me tell you something."

He pulled Qingfeng back, but Zhuyue couldn't catch him back for further investigation, so he continued downstairs with his masters.

Feng Jinxing, who was following him, naturally saw it and pretended not to see it.

The fire of gossip was blazing in Sassoon's big round eyes. He lightly bumped Zhuyue with his elbow, winked and smiled in a promotional manner.

Zhuyue's face turned red and he blinked. Although his face was still cold, his ears were red.

This matter is a private matter, and the box will have to be returned to Qingfeng later.

However, Qingfeng seemed to know what she was thinking. When Shangguan Ruoli and Dongming Ziyu got on the carriage, he didn't come out.

He had no choice but to wait for his master to return home first, and then go to Qingfeng to return the things to him.

She was a secret guard and had never thought about the relationship between a man and a woman, nor had she planned to get married.

Shangguan Ruoli smiled and said: "Qing Qing Leng Zhu Yue is also being chased by someone. She looks more like a normal little girl."

Dongming Ziyu snorted coldly, "As long as there is a heart, married women will be pursued."

"Huh?" Shangguan Ruoli frowned, twitched his little nose, and said seriously: "Is the carriage filled with vinegar? Why is it so sour?"

Dongming Ziyu's cold face warmed up a little, and he said resentfully: "That is to say, I am the king. If it were any other man, I would not tolerate you showing up in public and having a secret meeting with your foreign man."

Shangguan Ruoli hugged Dongming Ziyu, kissed him hard and said with a flattering smile: "My husband is the best! Thank you for your trust in me. I won't look at you more than you."

No matter what other men look at, I only have my husband in my heart!"

Ahem, I won’t look at it twice, I will look at it several times.

Everyone has a love for beauty, so she just looked at it, but she didn't have the slightest intention of being unruly towards others.

Dongming Ziyu's lips curved up, "Don't talk sweetly, show it with practical actions!"

As he spoke, he pressed her under him...
Chapter completed!