"Heh!" Bei Mingxuan smiled and took a sip of wine. "Why do you sound so nice when you speak at this moment? Praise this prince again!"
"How shameless." Chang'an glanced at him.
"Thick skin, eat as much as you can."
Changan didn't bother to pay attention to him. "I'm going to go see Aunt Tong. Is she going to live here permanently in the future?"
"That's the plan. My mother is still resting." Bei Mingxuan walked ahead in a good mood. "Come on, I'll show you around. This is your future home, so get familiar with it first."
Changan walked beside Bei Mingxuan. She looked at his profile and suddenly thought of a line from Shirou's painting, "The man on the street is as beautiful as jade, and the young master is unparalleled in the world."
Listening to Chang'an's voice, Bei Mingxuan felt even better. He raised the corner of his lips, and when he looked at Chang'an from the side, he grasped Chang'an's waist with his strong hands and said, "Are you attracted to me? Come closer so you can have a good look at me."
The moment he held her in his arms, Chang'an was a little dazed, but it was only for a moment. In the next second, she pushed Bei Mingxuan away with one hand.
"It's true, women are the most poisonous. I saved you out of kindness, otherwise you would have fallen." Bei Mingxuan covered his chest with his hands, looking aggrieved.
Chang'an had seen fickle people, but he had never seen someone as multifaceted as Bei Mingxuan. He was serious just now, but now he looked like a rogue.
I couldn't help but wonder which side of him was the real him. "Poison, I want to poison you to death."
Bei Mingxuan raised an eyebrow, and that look clearly said, come on, let me poison you, "You are trying to poison your husband, and you will be a widow."
But in his heart, unknown to anyone, Bei Mingxuan felt a trace of heartache. He clearly saw that although Chang'an was smiling, there was still a strong sense of vigilance in her eyes. He didn't know how much Bei Ming Ye had deceived her, and how a simple woman who had never left the house became so cautious.
"No," Chang'an curled her lips, "After you die, I will find someone else."
Before he finished speaking, a figure suddenly headed towards Chang'an.
The moment he turned around, Chang'an had already occupied a safe position, and he saw clearly that the person coming towards him was a servant in this mansion.
"It turns out that the old saying really rings true: like master, like servant."
Chang'an glanced at Bei Mingxuan, then looked at the servant who attacked him. She looked about the same age as him, and her clothes were much better than those of ordinary servants. "Indeed, they are different. Your master is a shameless guy, and this servant is..."
"You, how dare you speak of my master like that?" As he said that, he started to fight.
Bei Mingxuan, who was standing by, not only did not stop them, but he also happily sat aside to watch the fight, leisurely drinking the pot of wine at his waist, "Fight well, just don't let anyone die."
Chang'an responded quite easily, and even added, "Bei Mingxuan, what would happen if one day you lost the pot of wine around your waist?"
"you guess?"
Suddenly, Chang'an's mood became very good. She asked the servant with great interest, "As a servant, you should not always imitate your master's thick skin, but also learn your master's calmness.
Guess what would happen if your master didn’t have a pot of wine?
Oh, your master must have taught you this skill."
"Well? It's enough to deal with you."
"Don't be like that." Chang'an only defended and did not attack. "I'm very curious about his expression when his precious wine is spilled."
As soon as he finished speaking, Chang'an waved his hand, and a hairpin on the other person's head flew quickly towards Bei Mingxuan, accurately piercing the wine pot, and the wine spilled all over the floor.
The servant who was fighting with Chang'an saw this, and the anger in his eyes instantly turned into viciousness.
Chang'an narrowed her eyes slightly, and she clearly saw a thin purple silver needle between the other person's fingers. There was no doubt that it was filled with a deadly poison.
She turned around and grabbed the hand of the servant holding the silver needle. With one strike, the silver needle filled with poison flew directly towards the chest of the servant.
Bei Mingxuan's sleeve moved slightly as he walked away, and a snowflake hit the servant's knee.
The person controlled by Chang'an moved his body downwards. The poison needle that was supposed to penetrate his chest penetrated his shoulder blade and hit the big tree behind him directly.
At the same time, Bei Mingxuan was already standing in front of Chang'an, holding the fallen servant in his arms, "Gu Chang'an, she is mine, you have to stop."
"So what if your people are here? You and I both want to beat them up!" Chang'an stared at Bei Mingxuan intently, "You throw me a papaya, and I'll repay you with a jade pendant.
Remember, if someone treats me with sincerity, I will treat him with sincerity. If someone deceives me, I will deceive him, even worse than before."
After saying that, Changan turned and left.
In the huge mansion, Bei Mingxuan was holding a slave who was in great pain, and a straight line of bloodstains on the ground was so eye-catching on the snow.
"Did you hear that? Don't bully her. If I hadn't been here today, you would have lost your life." Bei Mingxuan's extremely calm voice showed neither concern nor blame, as if he was just narrating and conveying a message.
"Master, she broke the wine flask that Xue'er gave you. You have been wearing that flask for many years..."
"It's a small matter." Bei Mingxuan let the person in his arms stand on the ground, "If it breaks, just buy another one.
Well, you have the antidote for this poison, go and heal your wounds. Next time you see her, remember to call her Miss Chang'an. People in my house have to follow the rules, okay? "
"Yes." The servant girl named Xue'er bowed her head respectfully.
Bei Mingxuan left the inner courtyard, his steps slightly hurried, and headed directly towards the gate of the mansion. "Where's Chang'an?"
The two people guarding the door looked at each other and said, "I didn't see Miss Chang'an."
Bei Mingxuan thought for a moment, wondering if she hadn't left. He turned and walked towards the yard where his mother was sitting, and sure enough, she was there.
From a distance, he saw his cloak fallen on the snow. Bei Mingxuan smiled helplessly, picked up the cloak on the ground, shook off the snow, tied it around himself, and walked into the yard.
Chang'an sat in the hall, drinking tea with a smile on his face and chatting and laughing with his mother.
"Mother, what are you so happy about?" Bei Mingxuan walked directly to Concubine Tong's side, "Are you used to being here?"
"Xuan'er." Concubine Tong's smile deepened. "Whether you get used to it or not is a small matter. It will be the same after a long time. The most important thing is that I am happy to live in your house."
"Yes, yes." Su Xi, who was serving on the side, said, "Ninth Prince, you don't know that after the master came, even if he fell asleep, there was a smile on his lips. He was even happier when he heard that Miss Chang'an was coming."
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