Chapter 864 Don’t move, let me hold you for a while
Lin Tingfeng thought that his methods were flawless.
But in the eyes of those who have grown up in an environment of intrigue and conspiracy since birth, it is really clumsy.
Even if he was lucky enough to save Mr. Yan's only granddaughter, it would not change the fact that he would have to climb up by climbing women's skirts for the rest of his life.
They looked down on Lin Tingfeng, and naturally also looked down on his brother who had little ability but was proud of his talent.
Lin Tingye, relying on his knowledge, has always claimed that he looks down upon businessmen the most, thinking that they are full of the smell of money and are not worthy of associating with people like him who are clean.
She looked down on Song Yanxi, her younger sister-in-law, who grew up in a merchant family and had half the blood of the Yan family flowing in her body.
He clearly takes advantage of her in everything, but when they meet, he treats her like a nose and eyes. Sometimes, when they run into each other, he doesn't even bother to say a word to her.
He is the eldest uncle and a scholar, so Song Yanxi can understand his noble character.
But his mistake was that he shamelessly used the money she used to supplement the public funds to drink and have fun with his colleagues, while at the same time he scolded her in front of Zhou, saying that she only had a few stinky money from her family.
No matter what, if Song Yanxi hadn't married into their family, he would never use these merchants' money even if they knelt down and begged him with silver in their hands.
I wonder if such a noble man is feeling comfortable spending Zhuang Shihan's money every day on medicine to sustain his life?
Song Yanxi thought about this and simply said, "Lin Tingye used to disdain associating with businessmen, as he despised their money-grubbing habits.
Now it seems that he is very satisfied with this new sister-in-law."
Mo Jinchuan nodded and said seriously, "Zhuang Shihan is smart and beautiful. Not only does she have the title of Princess, but the Shu Manor under her name is also making a fortune every day.
The mother and son of the Lin family are greedy by nature, and now they are both bedridden and need medicine. The whole family is counting on her as the future mistress to raise them, so how could they not like her? "
Even though his expression was normal, Song Yanxi didn't notice anything wrong.
But her intuition told her that this person must be up to no good.
Just because he had always been rude to Zhuang Shihan before, it was impossible for him to think well of her.
Not to mention, he broke his usual habit of praising her for being smart and beautiful.
Even if Zhuang Shihan heard it, she would just think he was being sarcastic.
The smile in Mo Jinchuan's eyes grew deeper, "Xi'er, why are you looking at me like that? Is there something dirty on my face?"
Song Yanxi pulled the corner of her lips and said coldly: "Let me see how thick your face is."
He asks this question even though he already knows the answer. I don't know who he learned this from.
Listening to the sound of rain outside, Song Yanxi was too lazy to talk to him and asked directly, "After the court session, His Majesty hurriedly called the prince back. Was it to discuss flood prevention?"
Mo Jinchuan straightened his expression, "My father ordered my fourth brother and I to supervise the raising of the levee. We will set off in half an hour."
Song Yanxi frowned, "So anxious?"
She regretted it immediately after she finished speaking, biting her tongue in frustration. "Look at me, when it comes to matters of life and death, I can't wait."
She quickly stood up and said hurriedly, "I'll go get some medicine to fight the cold. Please wait for me for a moment, Your Highness."
After taking two steps, she felt a strong force pulling her backwards.
The next moment, he fell onto Mo Jinchuan's legs.
Song Yanxi turned her head and looked, only to meet a pair of deep black eyes.
"Your Majesty, you..."
"Don't move, let me hold you for a while."
Hearing that his tone was not right, Song Yanxi froze and dared not move.
Mo Jinchuan placed his chin on her shoulder and chuckled, "If you didn't know, you would think I was holding a piece of wood."
The tone of voice was so offensive that it made people want to slap him.
Realizing what she had just thought, Song Yanxi couldn't help but feel shocked.
How could she have the thought of committing such a crime?
The prince is the king and she is the subject.
Even if they get married in the future, she cannot treat him as an ordinary person and should respect him.
Before Song Yanxi could think about it, she heard Mo Jinchuan's voice with a low laugh, "Xi'er, if you think I deserve a scolding, just open your mouth.
If you still feel unsatisfied, you can teach him a lesson, just don't hit him in the face."
Song Yanxi choked.
She said this as if she was an unreasonable shrew who would hit or scold people at any time.
Thinking about the heavy rain outside that showed no sign of slowing down, Song Yanxi felt anxious and said in a low voice, "Let me go first, I'll go get some medicine to dispel the cold.
Even if you were in good health before, your leg has only just healed. If you catch a cold again, I'm afraid it will cause further damage."
Knowing that he must be listening, Song Yanxi pushed his arm and said, "Your Highness is young now, maybe he doesn't think it's a big deal.
But when you get older and get sick, it will be too late to regret it."
She had said these words to many patients, and each time she spoke with great sincerity, only to have them give her a perfunctory response.
After all, the idea that things will go on in the future when you get older is too far away for young people, and even if they hear it, they won’t really take it to heart.
Only when the pain really falls on oneself will one regret it and say what he should have done differently earlier.
But by that time, the old illnesses that have accumulated over decades will be difficult to eradicate even if a god exists on earth.
Song Yanxi had already made all the arrangements, using both emotional and logical persuasion, when she heard Mo Jinchuan say very obediently, "I'll listen to Xier."
Hearing that almost coquettish voice, she felt her heart tremble.
This person, how could he...
Feeling the tense body of the person in his arms, Mo Jinchuan knew that it was his own Meng Lang who scared her. He coughed lightly and said, "Old Four is waiting outside. I have to leave now."
Upon hearing this, Song Yanxi couldn't sit still any longer and hurriedly said, "Let me down quickly! It's not good if someone sees us."
"People?" Mo Jinchuan raised his eyebrows slightly, one hand firmly wrapped around her waist, "Old Four and the others are waiting outside the gate."
Song Yanxi was startled and turned to look at him, "His Royal Highness Prince Xuan is already at the door, why doesn't Your Highness invite him in for some hot tea?"
Mo Jinchuan's eyes darkened, and he said calmly, "Old Four got drunk last night and is still sleeping in the carriage."
Thinking about King Xuan's erratic behavior, Song Yanxi was not surprised.
She just didn't expect that His Majesty would choose him to be with the prince.
This King Xuan was known for his indulgence in eating, drinking and having fun, and he was known to everyone in the capital.
I heard that since he returned to Beijing, he has been hanging out in all the major restaurants and hotels in the capital, and has never even returned to his own palace.
How could you think of asking a person who only knows how to eat and drink and never does housework to go along and supervise?
Meeting Song Yanxi's gaze, Mo Jinchuan curled the corners of his lips and said, "Perhaps Father can't stand his laziness and deliberately makes him suffer."
He glanced at the courtyard and sighed softly, "The weather is not good. I originally asked my father for a few days' leave, thinking of letting you watch while I decorate the room for the master.
The master is very picky, and I am afraid he will not be satisfied with the arrangements made by his subordinates."
Hearing him calling her "Master" so naturally, Song Yanxi felt her cheeks flushed. She pushed him and said, "Hurry up and get back to your work. Master won't be here soon."
Mo Jinchuan tapped his chin lightly, "Well, don't run around, just wait for me at home."
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