Pang Wenguang, who was sitting with the chief, saw the Ninth Master's soldiers passing by and talking with him near the pine and cypress landscape. He whispered to Chen Tiande, "What is the matter with the Ninth Master that makes the imperial guards come in to report so many times?"
Chen Tiande leaned forward and whispered slowly, "The day before yesterday, I saw Master Jiu bring a girl with him. Perhaps it was for her?"
Pang Wenguang looked towards Jiu Ye and said, "I've heard that too, but that girl doesn't look like a royal daughter, more like a village woman."
Chen Tiande from the Salt Bureau said, "That girl looks familiar to me. I feel like I've seen her somewhere before." Suddenly, an idea clicked in his head. "Hey, isn't she Mu Yingge, the third daughter of the Dingnan Marquis's residence? Hey, buddy, do you remember that little girl? I saw her at the Dingnan Marquis's residence when she was ten years old. She bumped into me with a string of candied haws, and I said she looked familiar. So it was that little girl."
When Pang Wenguang heard this, he recalled his visit to Marquis Dingnan ten years ago. The more he thought about it, the more he felt something was amiss: "Why is Miss Mu San disguised as a village woman and accompanying Master Jiu? Could it be, a marriage? Master Jiu wants to marry into the Dingnan Marquis's mansion?"
When Chen Tiande heard this, he was so surprised that he couldn't speak, and looked at Pang Wenguang with a blank face.
Jiu Ye walked quickly to the large altar of pine and cypress landscape. It was about ten steps away from the corridor. The salt smugglers felt somewhat relieved when they saw Jiu Ye leave.
The soldier said, "Master Jiu, Miss Fu lashed the owner of the manor twice in the face with a whip. Lord Wei asked if he should take Miss Fu into custody for questioning."
"Why hasn't he delivered the report I asked him to write yet..."
The soldier said, "Reporting to Master Jiu, Miss Fu turned the government office upside down and chased after Master Duan, smashing the walls. Master Wei was trying to stop them while trying to appease Master Duan, so he probably had no time to deal with this matter."
"Tell him to write it and hand it over immediately!!"
"Yes! Also, Miss Fu has something for me to convey..." The soldier hesitated for a long time without saying a word, looking around.
"Um--?"
"Yes," the soldier clasped his fists again and whispered, "Miss Fu asked me if you, Master Jiu, had called a singing girl."
Jiu Ye turned his head and glanced at the music pavilion. The playing and singing had stopped long ago, but there was indeed a singing girl holding a pipa.
"Tell the truth."
The soldier said, "Miss Fu meant that if you, Master Jiu, want to call for singing girls, you should call more. Her original words were, 'Let Master Jiu embrace them left and right, and be as happy as a god.'"
Jiu Ye was slightly startled, looked at the soldier, and after a long while he said, "Did she say that?" This tone and word choice didn't seem like Fu Tong'er's habit. She also addressed him as Jiu Ye formally, but such occasions were rare.
Xiaobing: "Well, she said, 'Let the old man embrace her left and right, and be as happy as a god, otherwise he will lose his male function by abstaining from sex for too long.'"
Lu Zhenzhi: “…”
That's right, that's exactly what she said. Jiu Ye was so angry that he laughed. Fu Tong'er really relied on his favor to say whatever she wanted. Those salt smugglers behind him were servile and servile to him, not daring to utter a word. And yet, this 18-year-old girl, Fu Tong'er, kept calling him "old thing" and "immortal."
Before, he was so scared of entering Prince Hui's mansion that he hid in Lu Zhenzhi's arms, obviously because he was afraid that Prince Hui didn't fear him.
The soldier continued, "Miss Fu has one more thing to say to Master Jiu."
"speak."
The soldier said, "Miss Fu said that Master Jiu's hand injury hasn't healed yet, so she asked you to drink less. She bought some medicine for wounds, and you can pick it up from her when you return. But if you smell a strong odor of alcohol on you, you shouldn't set foot in her yard."
Jiu Ye lowered his head and sniffed, then asked calmly, "Does this prince smell of alcohol?"
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