Chapter 225 Reaching out and taking the jade pendant from his waist
He was not used to being with any woman other than his Wan Wan. Ye Tingxiao wanted to end this matter as soon as possible, so he asked directly, "Does Liang Di have anything to say to this prince?"
Yang Yurong was slightly startled. Did Ye Tingxiao see something? No way! She concealed it so well, how could he see it?
Since he asked, there was no need to be polite.
"Yes!" Yang Yurong's eyes were filled with anger. "Yurong just wants to know why the prince wanted to harm me?"
Hearing these words suddenly, Yetingxiao was choked by his own saliva. He clenched his fist, pressed it to his lips, and kept coughing.
"Cough, cough, cough! Cough, cough, cough! Cough, cough, cough!"
Du Xiaoer, who was following behind him, lowered his head and complained: "Can you please stop coughing? Your movements are too fake. Only this stupid woman can't see it. If my master were here, he would definitely see through it at a glance."
"Is the prince guilty?"
Yetingxiao waved his hands, still coughing, and pointed to a teahouse on the roadside, meaning that he wanted to go in and take a rest.
Yang Yurong agreed. He was coughing so much that he couldn't talk properly. It would be better for her to sit down first and have a good chat after he stopped coughing, and she could also carry out her plan.
Isn't it just taking something that is close to his body? I believe that as long as I rely on my own means, the thief will definitely not leave empty-handed.
Ah! No, it's absolutely competent and calm.
The teahouse has two floors, located at the intersection of the inner city and the outer city, and is well connected. Liangjun City has trade relations with Southern Xinjiang, and occasionally merchants from Dongchen and Xilong will pass through Southern Xinjiang and come in together.
Anyway, they are all traveling merchants, so it doesn't matter where they go as long as they can make money.
The streets are very busy, and even in the evening, there are still people coming and going.
The two walked into the teahouse. Ye Tingxiao was still coughing. He pointed upstairs to the waiter and said three words with difficulty: "Old rules."
The waiter nodded and replied, "I understand. Please go upstairs, my lord."
Yang Yurong looked at him with an expressionless face. Ye Tingxiao was a little breathless due to coughing, and veins bulged on his forehead. He coughed so quickly that his face turned red.
He went up to the second floor and entered a private room. The waiter immediately brought tea. Yetingxiao grabbed the teapot, poured himself a cup, and drank it without caring about anything else.
Yang Yurong frowned slightly, feeling that a reckless man was still a reckless man. Even though he was handsome and tall, he could not change his reckless habits.
Drinking tea is like drinking like a cow, rude and not elegant at all. The tea needs to be savored slowly to get its full flavor.
After drinking a glass of water, Ye Tingxiao's cough felt better. He grabbed the teapot and poured another cup. He drank it all in one gulp. Then he touched his chest and took a few deep breaths before he felt better.
Finally he stopped coughing, and ordered the waiter outside, "Bring in another pot of Biluochun."
"Hey! Wait a minute, my Lord!"
The waiter came in swiftly, took the teapot from the table, and bowed before leaving.
Yang Yurong sat aside and watched, with even more contempt in her eyes. Ye Tingxiao really didn't care about her feelings at all and almost treated her as air the whole time.
He waited until the waiter brought tea and cakes and left the door before he spoke: "Liang Di! This is a small place in the border town, there is nothing good, just make do with what you have."
Subconsciously glancing at the four plates of pastries on the table, Yang Yurong frowned even more tightly. The pastries in this teahouse were really not that good. They looked black and had no tempting aroma.
He poured her a cup of tea. After coughing, Ye Tingxiao's voice was hoarse, with a kind of "rustling" magnetism: "What did Liang Di ask just now? Did this prince set a trap to harm you?"
After taking a sip of tea, Yang Yurong asked back, "Isn't it true? You are actually not sick at all, but you are just pretending to trick me into breaking off the engagement with you, right?"
Lifting his eyelids, Ye Tingxiao glanced at the woman in front of him, suppressing his disgust: "Given the unclear relationship between Liang Di and the King of Qi, does this prince need to joke about his own body?
Although Liang Di had an engagement with Pingyang Marquis in her early years, she often met with the King of Qi for tea and poetry gatherings in private, and the King of Qi often escorted Liang Di home. Liang Di's heart and eyes were all about the King of Qi, and she never had the prince.
If so, would she still accompany a man from outside the family? This prince has a hidden illness, and he just doesn't want Liang Di to stay alone in the mansion. Why does Liang Di think that this is a trap set by this prince? "
Picking up the teacup, Ye Tingxiao took a sip slowly and sighed, "It's hard to be a good person! It was Wanwan who cured my illness, but Liang Di thinks that I set up a trap with her to harm you? Liang Di's thinking is really ridiculous."
Yang Yurong didn't expect that just one sentence from her would cause Ye Tingxiao to talk so much, and even tell her about her previous behavior in Kyoto. She was really ashamed and angry.
She quietly looked at the calm man in front of her, attracted by the aura he exuded, and couldn't help but fantasize about him.
What would have happened if she had not broken off the engagement and married him? The King of Qi was not a good man, she had been deceived, but it was a pity that things had come to this point, and she could not turn back.
"Dear Concubine, is this what you want to talk about with me? Now that we have talked about it, can I take the first step?"
"What's the hurry?"
Yang Yurong picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for Ye Tingxiao. Inadvertently, she moved her fingers and something fell into the teacup from between her nails. She put down the teapot and smiled slightly.
"My Lord! Please have some tea!"
Yetingxiao pretended to know nothing and drank the tea. His body had been extremely well tempered, and ordinary poisons had no effect on him unless they were extremely toxic.
Yang Yurong asked him to come to the teahouse because she wanted to get one of his personal belongings. He didn't want to give it to her at first, but his wife Wanwan said that he had to give it to her. If he didn't give it to her, there would be no follow-up.
There was no choice but to throw away this worthless jade pendant around his waist.
"Liang Di gave me tea, and I dare not disobey."
Yetingxiao drank the tea slowly, mouthful by mouthful, while Yang Yurong watched from the side with a smile in his eyes.
A reckless man is a reckless man. He has no sense of caution at all. If you give him some poison, will he drink it so readily?
Fortunately, it was just a little knockout drug, not a large amount, and after drinking it, at most she would take a nap, but she wouldn't die. In fact, she didn't dare to do anything to Ye Tingxiao, because if something really happened, she would be the first to bear the brunt and couldn't escape.
Everyone on the street knew that he had brought her into the teahouse and that he was going to die. Marquis Pingyang probably wouldn't let her go, and neither would Du Wanwan.
The King of Qi must be eager to push her out to take the blame so that he can free up the position of Liangdi and continue to hook up with people who can help him in his cause.
There are many noble ladies in Kyoto, but there is only one adult prince, the Prince of Qi, and there are countless women who want to enter the prince's palace.
After drinking a cup of tea, Ye Tingxiao cooperated by closing his eyes, then fell asleep on the table.
Yang Yurong called out, "My Lord!"
Seeing that Ye Tingxiao didn't react, she stood up, walked around the table, came to his side, reached out and took the jade pendant from his waist, held it tightly in her hand, and left the box without looking back.
The waiter at the door was not there, but Du Xiaoer was there. After getting the things, Yang Yurong didn't care about anything else. He quickly went down the stairs, left the teahouse, and walked towards the carriage on the street.
(End of this chapter)
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