Chapter 153: Dead End Turns into a Way of Life
When Cen Yaoxin entered the room, the guard was roughly massaging Fu Yi's solar plexus.
Cen Yao bowed in her heart and ordered the maid to place the soup on the table. Then she said, "There must be an oversight in the mansion. They didn't arrange two more maids at Tingxuexuan? Why did the guards around the prince start fighting?"
As she spoke, she winked and asked her maid to take over.
He added, "After all, he is not as careful as a girl."
When Fu Yi was sick, he had a bad temper, but his appearance hid it well.
He looked up at Cen Yaoxin without saying anything.
Cen Yao shuddered inexplicably, but couldn't help wanting to get closer to him.
Compared to the gentle, sickly and powerful official mentioned by her great-aunt, the Prince Danshuo in front of her made her admire him even more.
Fu Yi pushed away the hand that was extended from the side, sat up straight and said, "Miss Yao shouldn't have come here."
Cen Yaoxin smiled nonchalantly, "When I was young, Master Huijue predicted that I would be blessed with good fortune, free from illness and disaster. I doubt I'll catch a cold easily. The Prince is a guest, and if he's ill, how could I not come and see him?"
There was no need to hide the fact that Fu Yi was ill from the Cen family, and it was impossible to hide it from the Cen family. Therefore, Cen Yaoxin got the news from Cen San early in the morning.
The uncle and nephew agreed that this was an excellent opportunity.
Cen Yaoxin then asked, "I wonder if the prescription the doctor in the mansion wrote is effective?"
Fu Yi's head still hurt, and he was rarely distracted.
Cen Yao thought that when she was young, a monk praised her for her good luck, but she was unwilling to tell him what the girl looked like when she was young.
All I know is that she is afraid of monks.
The atmosphere was silent for a while before Fu Yi responded, "I've only taken one dose, how can I tell if it's effective?"
Cen Yao was helpless: "This trip was originally to help the prince relax..."
Fu Yi replied, "I've lost my mind."
"Has the prince let go of the princess's death?" Cen Yaoxin asked tentatively.
"How can I let go if I've never picked it up?"
Cen Yao's heart trembled. Did this mean that Prince Danshuo had never cared about the Princess? It was just that others thought he was grieving.
What role did "Xiao He" play in this? Cen Yaoxin wanted to test it out.
Fu Yi asked her in return: "Miss Yao, do you think Weiyang is better or Yujing is better? I see that Miss Yao is more relaxed in Weiyang."
Fu Yi took the initiative to bring up the topic, and Cen Yao was slightly pleased. She said, "I haven't been to the Imperial Capital very often, so I always feel unfamiliar and reserved."
Cen Yaoxin thought he was going to say that when he returned to Beijing, he would send someone to accompany her for a walk, and slowly she would become familiar with the place.
But Fu Yi responded with one word, "Oh."
Appears disrespectful.
Cen Yaoxin was not discouraged, she waited patiently.
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Uncle Tang clenched the chisel in his hand, fearing that others would mistakenly think that he had some relationship with the girl in front of him.
So he rushed forward and said, "I'm sorry for attacking you today, Ah Mo, but there's nothing I can do. This is all unavoidable, and I can't help you..."
Cheng Nianying's eyes swept across his cracked and bleeding cheekbone skin.
Without waiting for Uncle Tang to come closer, he tapped his toes and took two steps back.
In their eyes, this is a signal of fear and retreat.
The others followed suit.
Cheng Nianying immediately stopped, turned around and kicked, first kicking the weapon in the left hand away.
The man cried out in pain, and his hands instantly dropped limply from the joints.
"You should ask Amo how he knows me." The girl's voice was crisp, without a trace of anger.
Their steps paused, but they did not dare to stop.
Just like when Amo was determined to kill Yin Heng, no matter how difficult it was, he had to do it after taking the money.
Uncle Tang has come to the front.
Cheng Nianying bent down to avoid it, twisted her body softly, and just like before, snatched the chisel from Uncle Tang's hand.
With his wrist turned upwards, the chisel was fixed in front of Uncle Tang.
It was so close, any closer and it would have stabbed into his eyeball.
Uncle Tang was so frightened that his muscles tensed and his face turned pale, but he still shouted out loudly, "Leave me alone!"
Then the person on the right leaned over again.
Cheng Nianying hit back with her hand, and the chisel hit the man's shoulder.
"I just want to tell you that it's too easy for me to kill you."
Uncle Tang gasped in shock: "Don't move."
"Stop moving!" he shouted.
The others also stopped, a belated sense of panic running down their spines. They stared at the girl before them, feeling utterly shocked.
She has such slender hands...
"Lao Tang, Lao Tang, do you mean you want to quit and go back?" they asked in panic.
In fact, they don’t know what to do.
I met such a tough guy.
Are we going to die here if we fight head-on?
Uncle Tang was helpless and thought, it depends on whether they are willing to let us go back.
He thought about it over and over again, but couldn't find a way out.
They can die outside, but the money they took must be returned.
But if they die, their wives and children at home may not be able to keep the money.
It's a dead end.
It would be better to not think about it and just go down to the underworld to save trouble...
Sweat broke out on Uncle Tang's forehead, and his mouth opened and closed awkwardly.
At this time, Cheng Nianying spoke and pulled him out of the dead end.
"Who was the person who came to the north of the city to challenge you that day?"
Uncle Tang came back to his senses: "I only know him as Master Luo."
"Why did he want you to arrest me?" Cheng Nianying thought for a moment and corrected himself: "Kill me?"
Uncle Tang shook his head in confusion. "How could I know what you were thinking? You always just told us what to do, and we did it."
"Why are we looking for you?" Cheng Nianying paused, "Because you are poor?"
Uncle Tang didn't feel angry when he heard this.
Because the girl's tone was declarative, not sarcastic, like a noble. Her dress and behavior were like a noble. But Uncle Tang felt that she was different from a noble.
"Yes." As Uncle Tang spoke, the fracture on his cheekbone became more obvious. "If your life was so hard, you wouldn't be picky about what work was handed to you, no matter how dirty or smelly it was."
Of course Cheng Nianying knew.
She lived like this.
"Since I can't get anything out of you..."
Uncle Tang felt his scalp tingle when he heard this.
Want to kill them?
"Then go ask that Luo Ye."
Uncle Tang was stunned for a moment, then realized: "You want to catch him?"
"Um."
Uncle Tang is like a traveler who finally encounters an oasis in the desert.
The dead end suddenly became a way out in his mind.
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