After attending the funeral of the Third Prince, Prince Ming, Feng Chen, and Mu Qingli began to investigate the case.
The reason why the Third Prince was killed was because someone leaked the news, letting the bandits know the whereabouts of the Third Prince. They ambushed the Third Prince on the road he had to pass in advance. When the Third Prince arrived with his army, countless bandits rushed up and brutally killed the Third Prince and his army.
On a small road outside Kyoto, a horse-drawn carriage was approaching from afar.
The carriage was decorated in an exquisite and gorgeous manner. Even the servants driving the carriage in front wore clothes made of the finest silk. It was conceivable that the owner of the carriage must be either rich or noble.
There were more than a dozen burly men lying in ambush in the bushes on both sides of the path.
These big men were wearing tiger skins and holding big swords in their hands. The leader had a long scar on his face that ran from the corner of his eye to the other corner of his mouth. His eyes were fierce and scary.
"Boss, shall we do it?"
The man with the scar looked at the carriage coming up the path, raised his hand and waved it forward. The big men around him shouted and rushed out with their swords in hand.
"hiss--"
The horse raised its front hooves high, and the driver tightened the reins. He looked at the big men surrounding the carriage with a look of horror, and shouted boldly, "Who are you? How dare you stop my master's carriage? Don't you want to live?"
Upon hearing this, the big men raised their swords and laughed, their faces full of fearlessness: "Sir? We brothers have even killed the prince, so why should we be afraid of you, a useless sir?"
"Hahaha, look how scared this pretty boy is, his legs are shaking!"
"Don't tell me these nonsense, call your parents out!"
“…”
The servant sat down on the carriage, his legs so weak that he couldn't stand up.
It's obvious from the looks of these big guys that they are not good people, and they have killed many people on their hands.
The servant turned around with shaking hands and lifted the curtain of the carriage behind him.
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"Princess, could you please stop pulling your hair?"
Xiuhe held up the comb, her face full of helplessness.
Her hair, which she had just combed, was messed up again by the princess.
Wanyue covered her wrapped right hand with her left hand, and the two hands were folded on the table in front of her. She looked very gentle and well-behaved.
Xiuhe sighed bitterly. It was all an illusion. It had just messed up her combed hair, forcing her to comb it again.
Xiuhe lowered her head and combed Wanyue's hair carefully. Wanyue glanced at the bronze mirror, quickly reached out to pick up a few gold hairpins on the table, and then stuffed them into her sleeves.
Xiuhe combed her hair and moved sideways to get the hairpin, but she only felt an empty desk.
"Hey? Where's the hairpin? I remember clearly putting it here."
Xiuhe was very confused.
Wanyue sat upright. After Xiuhe failed to find the gold hairpin for the third time, she handed her a white jade hairpin and said, "Maybe it's lost. Don't look for it anymore. Just wear this one today."
Xiuhe couldn't find the gold hairpin and was forced to accept the white jade hairpin.
Wanyue walked out briskly with her hair combed. Xiuhe put down the comb, bent down, and stretched her neck to look for something around the dressing table.
She clearly remembered that she had put it on the dressing table. It couldn't be missing. It must have fallen and landed behind.
Xiuhe was still searching relentlessly for the hairpin. Meanwhile, Wanyue had already stuffed all the smuggled gold hairpins into Feng Shiwu's arms. "Same as always, Huayu Tower's dishes. I'll be waiting for you, Shiwu~"
Feng Shiwu put away the heavy gold hairpin and turned to leave.
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"Master, we're out of sweet and sour pork ribs. I bought the braised pig's trotters that the boss recommended."
Feng Shiwu put the dishes he bought on the table and explained to Wanyue the origin of the extra pig's trotters.
Wanyue stretched her neck to look at the dishes on the table and didn't care about the exchange of dishes.
It doesn’t matter whether it’s sweet and sour spareribs or braised pig’s trotters, as long as it tastes good, that’s fine.
"Hmm, this pig's trotter is delicious and smells so good!"
Wanyue held up the pig's trotter in her hand and exclaimed in admiration.
Feng Shiwu put down his chopsticks, took out a handkerchief from his bosom, and turned sideways to wipe the soup from the corners of Wanyue's mouth.
Wanyue tilted her head back and cooperated with Feng Shiwu to wipe her mouth.
After wiping her mouth clean, Wanyue handed the half-eaten pig's trotter to Feng Shiwu, "Shiwu, try this pig's trotter. It's really delicious!"
Feng Shiwu stared at the pig's trotter in front of him and blinked. This... was the one his master had just bitten. If he ate it, would it mean that he and his master... had done that?
"What are you daydreaming about? Take it!" Wanyue stuffed the pig's trotter into Feng Shiwu's hands and ordered firmly, "Eat it quickly."
Feng Shiwu took a breath, brought the pig's trotter to his mouth, and took a small bite. The next second, a blush appeared on both sides of his cheeks.
Wanyue came closer and said in a cheerful tone, "How is it? Is it delicious?"
Feng Shiwu nodded, "It's delicious."
"I'll tell you."
Wanyue turned around and sat down, a hint of complacency between her eyebrows.
How could the things she recommended not be delicious?
After feeling smug for a while, Wanyue reached out to the other pig's trotter on the plate.
Next to him, Feng Shiwu was holding a pig's trotter, as if he had obtained some rare treasure. He held it carefully in his hand and took small bites of it. In the end, half of the pig's trotter was gnawed clean by him.
"Huh? Fifteen, do you like eating this pig's trotter so much?"
Wanyue caught a glimpse of the pig's trotter that had been gnawed clean by Feng Shiwu, leaving only the bones, and let out a small cry of surprise.
"Since Shiwu likes it, I'll buy two plates of braised pig's trotters from now on!"
Wanyue immediately made a decision. Since her handsome little guard liked to eat it, she decided to buy more!
After dinner, Feng Shiwu cleaned the table and went to the kitchen to bring Wanyue's medicine.
Wanyue faced a bowl full of black medicine, straightened her back and leaned back.
Feng Shiwu brought the medicine bowl to Wanyue, "Master, drink the medicine."
Wanyue's eyes rolled around several times, and her left hand was holding the cushion on the couch, but she refused to take the medicine bowl.
Facing Feng Shiwu's silent gaze, Wanyue stretched out her chubby hand and said, "My hand hurts, I don't want to take medicine."
My hands will hurt more if I drink it, so I can’t drink it.
In order to relieve the pain in her hand, she refused to take the medicine.
Feng Shiwu raised his eyebrows after hearing this nonsensical remark, "Master, you just patted my shoulder with your right hand."
The force was quite strong and it didn't seem like a sign of hand pain at all.
Wanyue naturally continued, "It's because I slapped you just now that my hand hurts."
As she spoke, Wanyue nodded very seriously, and her serious look was very convincing.
"Fifteen, my hand hurts because of slapping you, so you can't force me to drink the medicine, otherwise you will be committing secondary harm!"
Feng Shiwu was innocently blamed.
So now it's his fault?
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