The storyteller on the stage only tells one chapter of Journey to the West every day, and the number of people who come upstairs to listen to the story is not small, but increasing.

Old customers love to come upstairs to order some small snacks, drink a pot of good tea, and listen to Journey to the West. The story of Tang Monk and his three disciples on their journey to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures is more and more interesting the more they listen. There is one chapter every day, and the story is not finished for a long time. People come every day to listen.

In the compartment upstairs, the people sitting on the chairs sit there lazily, with one hand supporting their chins. I don’t know if they are listening to the storyteller intently, or wandering in the sky, daydreaming. The snacks on the table were used up one or two on each plate, and the half-drunk tea in the teacup was left there, losing its temperature and getting cold.

After coming back and listening to the storyteller, Fang Ziye would come upstairs every now and then to listen to the storyteller. His appetite was unusually good recently, and he never stopped eating. He even liked to eat some snacks after meals.

Compared to the previous period when he was just skinny and bones, even he himself felt that he had gained a lot of weight recently, but he just couldn't control his mouth. As soon as Journey to the West was finished, the audience in the audience still wanted more, and he had eaten more than half of the snacks on the table.

"Let's go back."

"Yes, master, the carriage is at the door." After sitting here for a long time, Fang Ziye felt sleepy at this moment. He had never dared to think about such a life of fullness and good sleep before. Thanks to a certain master, his life was getting more and more leisurely. He yawned with his hand covering his mouth, and then he stood up and went out.

Behind him was the little slave and a paralyzed guard.

Fang Ziye never liked to bring too many people with him when he went out. Even Ah Wu was the man that person left for him. Otherwise, he would just bring a little slave with him wherever he went. But since he was sent by that person, he kept him. He stayed for such a long time and it was convenient for him to use him.

"…Have you heard that Prince Yi is pregnant, and the rewards and gifts from the palace are continuously sent to Prince Yi's mansion, filling up half of the yard." The person who spoke also measured the size. That half of the yard was bigger than an ordinary person's house.

This statement was not without exaggeration, but it was also 80% close.

"How could I not have heard of it? Everyone in Fengdu knows about it."

On this day, the people in Fengdu were talking about the continuous gifts from the palace being sent to Prince Yi's Mansion. Some were envious, some were jealous. People gathered in the wine houses and tea houses, mostly talking about the things in Prince Yi's Mansion.

"Your Majesty is already old, and the court has not yet appointed a crown prince. Which prince do you think Your Majesty will appoint as the crown prince?"

"How can we guess what Your Majesty is thinking..."

Although he said so, this is also a matter of concern to the people. The crown prince is the monarch of their Feng Dynasty.

Under the emperor's feet, if someone overhears something inappropriate, they may be killed. As for the affairs of the court, the common people only dare to whisper and dare not speak loudly, for fear of being overheard. The voices gradually became quieter.

The passing footsteps paused for a moment. Fang Ziye heard the first half of the sentence. The corners of his mouth could not help but curl up, but the smile did not reach his eyes. With unspeakable sarcasm, he paused for a moment and walked away.

His face used a simple method to cover up his originally too stunning appearance. His face was plain and ordinary. Only his eyes were incompatible with his ordinary appearance. With such an ordinary face, no one would notice him even if he entered and left Yipinzhai.

The second slave who followed their master naturally heard those words. He looked at his master with concern and pursed his lips, feeling sorry for his master.

Seeing their master walk away, the slave behind hurried to catch up.

There was a carriage waiting at the door. The moment he got on the carriage, he felt a palpitation and a sharp pain in his chest. His hand holding the door frame went limp, and the person who was about to get on the carriage slipped and almost fell off. Fortunately, the slave who had been following behind kept close to the ground and subconsciously reached out to help his master and held him up.

Ah Wu was a step behind and a beat slower. He looked self-blaming. Fortunately, his master was fine, otherwise he would be to blame.

"Master." The second slave shouted with a face full of tears.

"Nothing." Fang Ziye said this, and with a push of his hand on the door frame, he got into the carriage.

The lowered curtain blocked the sight of people outside and also covered the inside.

How could it be okay? ! The master's legitimate husband was worried about where his master would be placed, and their young master was still in Caojia Village! Even Ershun, the silly little servant, didn't believe it. He looked at his master who got on the carriage and hesitated whether to go in through the curtain. In the end, he hung his head and didn't dare to go in.

He raised his hand and covered his heart. For a moment, his heart was empty and there was nothing. He clearly knew that the man had married his wife, and sooner or later, his wife would be pregnant with his child and give birth to his eldest son. There was even more than one Liang Xijun in the palace, and there were countless other beauties serving the king.

He should have given up when that man rode a black horse past his building. He should have ended this relationship once and for all, so as not to get himself stuck deeper and deeper.

"Xiao Baoer..." He opened his mouth and called out the name silently.

The pain in his heart, no matter how many grievances he had, was not as good as thinking of his little Baoer who had lost his mother since he was a child. His heart and mind were filled with thoughts of his little Baoer.

He got on the carriage, and the guard with a whip in his hand drove the carriage, and skillfully shuttled into the bustling streets. The clatter of horse hooves rang out, and combined with the lively shouts outside, it formed a strange sound.

A fast horse passed through the street, fortunately no innocent people were hurt. Needless to say, this must be a young master from some mansion in Fengdu. Even if someone was trampled to death, it was not for ordinary people like them to take care of it. It is better for them to live their lives well.

In the hundred years of Feng Dynasty, there are too many high-ranking officials and nobles in Fengdu.

After the fast horse passed by, the street returned to its bustling appearance. The carriage in the middle came out of this street and turned onto another road.

A carriage passed by, and the young master in the carriage lifted the curtain and looked at the bustling street.

Young Master Shen, who had come to Fengdu, got on a carriage to go back to Nanyang. The carriage went towards the city gate and was going back to Nanyang. This time he came to Fengdu, not only to see his uncle as ordered by his grandmother, but also because he wanted to open a branch in Fengdu.

The shop has been found and decorated. It will be decorated in the same way as the shop in Nanyang, and a similar shop will be opened in Fengdu. Their shop is now well-known in Nanyang City. Every family in the city has bought new toys for their children from their store. Now they have launched some toys suitable for adults, which are also very popular.

Now that this store has opened in Fengdu, they can imagine how good the business of this store is.

Some young and skilled craftsmen from Nanyang were transferred to Fengdu to set up a branch here to prepare for the opening of their store in Fengdu. This proposal was made by Cao Xiangnan, who also thought it was feasible. The two hit it off and decided to open a branch here when he came to Fengdu this time.

His mother's birthday is coming next month, and he has to go back to celebrate her birthday. It is not appropriate for him to stay in Fengdu for a long time. The store is being decorated, and he can open it after he returns to celebrate his mother's birthday. His uncle also asked him to bring back three carts full of things, which is no less than what he brought to his uncle.

Before leaving Fengdu to return to Nanyang, Shen Zhengyang also went to the palace to thank his uncle and told his uncle that he was leaving for Nanyang.

Fortunately, he did not encounter the emperor visiting his uncle this time. To be honest, Shen Zhengyang did not like the emperor that much, even though he was the most supreme person in their Feng Dynasty.

His uncle was in his youth, and the emperor was already old. Among the many people in the harem, his uncle was just one of them. He did not understand it when he was young, but now that he has gradually understood some things, every time he enters the palace, Shen Zhengyang has an unspeakable feeling in his mind, and he feels particularly uncomfortable in his heart.

"I wonder when Yang'er will come to see me next time." There was an unspeakable sigh and loneliness in these words. If Shen Meiyue was a little more selfish, he could have kept his nephew to accompany him more.

But this was the only blood of his elder brother, and the only blood of their Shen family, so Shen Meiyue didn't dare. There were too many things in Fengdu, so it would be better to leave Fengdu and go back to Nanyang City. The prosperity there was not as good as Fengdu, but being far away from the emperor, there would be fewer troubles.

"My lord, hasn't the young master opened a store in Nanyang? When his store opens, he will come. When he comes, he will naturally come to the palace to see you, my master." The servants followed their master, so naturally they heard the young master say that he opened a store in Fengdu. "That's true." Shen Meiyue stood on the pavilion and looked into the distance. No matter how high the pavilion was, he couldn't see outside the palace, let alone his old mother who was far away in Nanyang.

Since he entered the palace, he lost his freedom. Not to mention going back to Nanyang to see his old mother, it was not easy for him to even leave the palace. In this deep palace, no matter how much glory and wealth there is, or the king's favor, they all lose their color.

Thinking of his nephew going back to Nanyang, he was filled with emotion. He wanted to go back to Nanyang to visit his mother, pay respect to his elder brother who had left for many years, and see his elder brother. If Yang'er could get married, he could see his nephew get married.

"Master, Doctor Feng is here."

"Yes." Retracting his gaze, thinking of the young doctor, Shen Meiyue's mouth curled up, "Go down." Then he turned around and went down to the attic.

The young doctor Feng, who was waiting below, saw the person walking slowly towards him. The white clothes followed his light steps, floating like a fairy. The beauty only existed in the heaven, and now this person was walking towards him step by step

. His father's reminder in his mind had long been forgotten after seeing this beautiful person.

Seeing the young doctor staring at him blankly, Shen Guijun had a smile on his face, and he was not angry that the young doctor looked at him so directly. Instead, the palace attendant beside him coughed twice to Doctor Feng, reminding him.

"Your humble servant greets you, Shen Guijun." Doctor Feng responded and bowed to Shen Guijun.

"Doctor Feng, you don't have to be polite, please stand up." Shen Meiyue glanced at the young doctor and walked in.

Doctor Feng followed behind him, and they went in one after another.