Chapter 134 The lingering ghost
For a moment, the only sound in the courtyard was the roar of wind and snow, which penetrated into the ears and made people feel a dull pain.
It was the maid who brought Cheng Nianying here. She was so frightened that she couldn't stand it anymore and knelt on the ground with a plop.
But she didn't know what to say in defense.
She had no idea why this distinguished guest from the Imperial Capital suddenly became troublesome.
However, the maid's kneeling reminded Cheng Nianying that she should say something.
She grabbed Mr. Cen Sanye's robe with one hand, shook her wrist twice, and said, "I'm scared."
Compared to the dryness of the past, it now seemed a bit lively. That was the improvement after frequent exchanges with Qin Yurong.
She asked, "This guy...what happened to him?"
Mr. Cen Sanye was taller than her and blocked her completely.
Fu Yi couldn't see anything.
He just suddenly remembered the time when she was assassinated at the palace banquet and the time when she climbed through the window of the Kuizhou prefect's mansion.
In my mind, on one hand, I could hear her softly saying "I'm scared", and on the other hand, I could hear her pretending to be clumsy and falling, and that "bang" sound, neither light nor heavy, hitting my eardrum.
She’s still acting.
It's just directed at another person.
A laugh suddenly burst out from Fu Yi's throat.
The maidservant beside her was so frightened that she let out a cry.
Fu Yi glanced sideways.
He knew that someone who should be afraid was not afraid at this moment.
"Prince...I wonder how this maid in the mansion has offended you?" Mr. Cen San only came back to his senses from the chill at this time, with some doubt and inquiry in his eyes.
"If there is any offense, she will be asked to apologize to the prince." He added.
"Apologize?" Fu Yi repeated the two words.
Just when Mr. Cen San thought his tone was strange, Fu Yi said lightly, "No need."
He stared at Mr. Cen Sanye.
Staring at him made Master Cen San feel cold all over again.
Fu Yi said: "I recognized the wrong person."
Wrong person? Mr. Cen was stunned.
Is it really so?
After all, Mr. Cen Sanye's understanding of Prince Danshuo mostly came from rumors.
So I suppressed my doubts for the time being and didn't ask any further questions.
"A-choo." Cen Yaoxin, who was standing beside her, covered her nose and said, "Uncle San, it's really cold standing outside."
"That's right, Prince, please come in first." Mr. Cen Sanye stretched out his arm.
"Yeah." Fu Yi stepped forward and climbed the stairs, followed closely by Master Cen San.
The servant hurriedly pushed the door open. At this moment, Fu Yi turned his head very casually.
Without the obstruction of Mr. Cen Sanye, Cheng Nianying's figure finally appeared in his sight again.
Take a closer look.
Her figure looked so slender in the huge courtyard - she was dressed thinner than everyone else.
Fu Yi felt a very brief pain above his temporal bone, and the corners of his lips unconsciously twitched downwards again.
Leaving the Prince's Mansion, is this the life you want?
Fu Yi laughed angrily.
"Prince?" Mr. Cen San gave him another puzzled look.
Fu Yi turned around and smiled: "The people in your house can stand the cold."
After saying that, he stepped into the door.
Mr. Cen opened his mouth and looked back.
"Isn't there anyone who can prepare a cloak for us?" Master Cen San asked his attendant unhappily.
The attendant was stunned: "Sir, I'll have someone get it right away?"
Cen Yaoxin was walking behind, and she also looked back at Cheng Nianying, with doubt in her eyes.
But Cen Yaoxin had lived in Weiyang before and had only recently returned to Imperial Capital. She had never seen Qin Yurong before, so naturally she didn't recognize Cheng Nianying's face.
The door closed quickly, locking away all the doubts and confusing emotions.
The maid got up from the ground and complained to Cheng Nianying: "What's wrong with you?"
Cheng Nianying brushed off the snowflakes in her hair and said softly, "I don't even know him, how would I know?"
The maid didn't like her tone.
I was so scared, but she acted like nothing happened!
"Hmph, fortunately, the noble man is very easy to talk to, but you still don't know how to appreciate it. If you continue to behave like this, you will be punished sooner or later!"
As soon as the maid finished speaking, the boy came over holding a thick cloak.
"Put it on quickly." The servant stuffed it into Cheng Nianying's hand without saying anything.
Then he looked at the maid: "You too, why don't you ask her to wear something thicker? The nobles have seen it, and you think our Cen family treats servants harshly. It's ruining the Cen family's reputation!"
The maid's face turned pale: "I, I..."
Since it has brought up the reputation of the Cen family, how could she have any room for argument?
I could only admit it reluctantly: "I know."
After delivering the cloak, the servant quickly returned to serve Master Cen San.
"Let's go." The maid squeezed out a voice, "You have seen it too, the Third Master wants to entertain guests."
"Um."
Since it was Fu Yi who came... run? Not run? The thought swirled through Cheng Nianying's mind.
Inside the door.
Mr. Cen brushed off the snow and would have changed his clothes normally. But today, with Fu Yi in front of him, he sat down first, enduring the dampness.
"My elder and second brothers are still outside. I didn't know the prince would arrive so early..."
"It's okay." Fu Yi stared at the rising and falling hot soup in the pot for a moment.
Suddenly she raised her head and asked, "What was the name of that maid just now?"
"Prince...didn't you recognize the wrong person?"
Fu Yi raised his face, revealing a bit of the arrogance of a prominent figure.
"Yeah, so what?" Fu Yi asked him back.
Mr. Cen Sanye moved his lips and said, "It seems to be Xiaohe."
The maidservants of the Cen family began to set the dishes and spread the food. As the figures moved together, Fu Yi raised his fingertips and said, "I like her. Please, Third Master, send her to my room."
Mr. Cen Sanye choked in his throat.
Yes. He was originally going to send this person to Imperial Capital.
But it shouldn't be here with Fu Yi... Master Cen turned his head and glanced at his niece. The Queen wanted to bring them together!
How could he allow someone else to be in Fu Yi's room? Even if he wanted to take a concubine in the future, that would be in the future, not now!
Cen Yaoxin met Third Master Cen's gaze at this moment and said with a smile, "Third Uncle, this girl is not someone close to you, right?"
Fu Yi pinched his fingertips, with a dark shadow in his eyes.
Cen Yaoxin was unaware of anything.
However, Master Cen Sanye sensed that this was inappropriate, as if he was reluctant to give it, so he immediately waved his hand: "Of course not. Then... let's do as the prince wishes."
The smile on Fu Yi's face became more genuine.
He raised his cup and said, "Thank you, Third Master."
"I don't deserve it." Mr. Cen San also raised his glass quickly.
"Then go and give them instructions."
Third Master Cen had no choice but to stand up and call his attendant over: "Go, take Xiao He... to Tingxuexuan."
As he explained, he felt even more weird.
The prince is acting like this... as if he is afraid that Xiaohe will run away?
The attendant responded and hurried out the door.
Mr. Cen narrowed his eyes, thought for a moment, and then poured wine to toast Fu Yi.
Seeing this, Cen Yaoxin interrupted, "Third Uncle, drinking too much might cause stomachaches."
"Yes, yes, it was my oversight. Please enjoy some food first, Your Highness." Mr. Cen Sanye put down his wine glass and deliberately knocked it over.
The wine spilled over his clothes, and he immediately looked apologetic: "I'll go change my clothes and come back soon."
Fu Yi raised his eyes.
This look made Mr. Cen Sanye feel a little uncomfortable.
"...Go ahead." Fu Yi picked up the chopsticks.
Mr. Cen Sanye walked out the door and headed straight to where Cheng Nianying lived. He couldn't feel at ease until he got to the bottom of it!
"Third Master..." The maid in the yard came forward.
"Everyone, go out." Master Cen San entered and asked directly, "Are you and the Prince of Danshuo old acquaintances?"
Cheng Nianying was a little surprised. She didn't expect that this person would come here alone so soon.
Everyone has left, and only she and Mr. Cen Sanye are left here... This is a perfect opportunity to take action.
"Speak!" Mr. Cen San's face turned stern, showing his anger.
Cheng Nianying looked up: "Who is the Prince of Danshuo?"
Mr. Cen Sanye: "..." "It's the man who just caught you."
"I also want to ask, why did he arrest me?"
Mr. Cen paused, staring at her carefully for a moment, and then said, "Who told you to look so similar to his old friend? That's why he made the mistake."
"I'll take you to his room in a while." Mr. Cen San said as he observed Cheng Nianying's reaction.
Cheng Nianying stood up, untied her cloak, and slowly walked towards him.
Then he raised his hand to his hair and gently pulled out the copper hairpin.
Taking off the hairpin is a fixed action before going to bed.
Therefore it is almost equivalent to taking off clothes.
At this moment, Cheng Nianying first took off her cloak and then her hairpin, and her black hair fell over her shoulders like a waterfall, which added a bit of charming hint.
She said, "I don't want to go..."
Mr. Cen Sanye's eyelids twitched slightly.
Oh, so she's in love with me. No wonder she came to see me today.
What a pity... Mr. Cen San didn't suspect Cheng Nianying was suspicious. He just felt pity. Just now, Cheng Nianying grabbed his robe and said "I'm scared". That crisp and trembling voice still pierced his heart.
"you……"
Cheng Nianying had already walked completely in front of Mr. Cen Sanye. She paused and grasped the copper hairpin...
"Squeak--" The door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.
Fu Yi stood there.
It's like a haunting male ghost.
His eyes quickly swept across Cheng Nianying.
With her hair loose and her eyes wet by the snow, she looked particularly charming, and her cloak fell to the ground.
It felt like an iron pick was stirring above Fu Yi's temporal bone, causing a brief pain.
There was a hint of viciousness on his smiling face.
"Master Cen has been gone for a long time. It turns out he came here to change clothes."
Mr. Cen Sanye broke out in a sweat instantly.
I just agreed to send someone over, and now I'm caught red-handed. This is... inappropriate.
Cheng Nianying lowered her head, and was a little angry that Fu Yi had ruined her good thing.
But Fu Yi seemed to hate Cen San more than he hated her.
So hateful!
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