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Chapter 42
In the end, Yunwei put her mind on Prince Jing, she didn't ask Prince Jing to help solve Uncle Weiyuan's troubles, but only asked Prince Jing to show his noble hand and let the poor and incompetent Uncle Weiyuan go.

When Prince Jing asked if she needed help, what did she say—it was just a little trouble.

Yunwei slapped herself in the face, hoping that Prince Jing would be more considerate and never follow the emperor.

There were slight footsteps at the door of the elegant room, the visitor first knocked on the door politely, and heard Yunwei say: "Please come in."

The door of the tea room was opened, and a young man with a tall and straight figure, cheerful and sunny stepped in.

Yunwei squinted her eyes, as if hurt by the sunlight on the young man.

"You are..." Yun Wei stood up and cupped her hands, she really didn't like the habit of women squatting down to salute.

The boy has a baby face, and his smile is more pure and sunny, which makes people feel close.

"Miss Yun asked the shopkeeper to pass me a message, but she still doesn't know who I am? Could it be..."

The baby-faced boy raised his beautiful sword eyebrows, full of teasing: "Miss Yun is waiting for me?!"

Yun Wei replied seriously: "The person I'm waiting for is indeed not you, did His Highness Prince Jing send you to deal with me?"

Babyface didn't expect Yunwei to be so honest, after being astonished, she clapped her hands and laughed:

"Are you sure the owner of the teahouse here is Prince Jing? In the eyes of outsiders, the prince has only a handsome face."

"It seems that you are very familiar with His Highness."

Yun Wei breathed a sigh of relief, it was good that she didn't have to slap her face in front of Prince Jing: "My lord, please sit down. In fact, I just need to tell you what I want, and there is no need for the lord to come in person."

"Let's go to Cheng Feng." The sunshine boy sat down and said with a smile: "If you want me to help, at least I must be satisfied."

"My lord's surname is Cheng?" Yun Wei glanced at the listless curly hair lying at her feet, "Are you the Minister of the Ministry of Punishment, Master Cheng?"

"He is my uncle."

Cheng Feng said bluntly: "However, my father and uncle had fallen out long ago. My father took a military post and is now the Zhanjiang General. I was a small leader in the emperor's imperial army, and I grew up with the prince."

Curly flicked his tail. An idiot, he explained his background so easily. In the end, King Jing was dragged down by the pig teammates around him.

It's definitely not that the author used Thunder Tribulation to kill Prince Jing in order to complete Yun Mo, but he couldn't think of how to kill Mu Yang.

Yun Wei replied: "Is it difficult to guess that the owner of the teahouse here is His Highness Prince Jing?
The First Prince disdained to set up a teahouse to inquire about news, the Third Highness was busy wooing civil servants and making a name for himself among scholars, and the Second Highness would not do such a thing with his serious face of self-discipline.

As for His Royal Highness Fifth Prince, who is still young, he is fully focused on martial arts and has no distracting thoughts. "

"The ministers of the court and the nobles dare not do this under the eyes of the emperor."

Recently, Yun Wei has been forced by Yun Mo to understand the court situation, and listened to Yun Mo's witty remarks on the princes.

"You forgot to mention one person!" Cheng Feng's eyes flashed with admiration, "Have you never thought that the teahouse was opened by the third young master, or by Mr. Yang's old department?"

"Isn't the third young master the conscience of the Tianmu Dynasty? He won't do anything to ruin his reputation."

Yun Wei smiled lightly: "He is so focused on competing with the emperor that he has no time to run the tea house. As for Mr. Yang... does Mr. Cheng look down on the emperor, or His Royal Highness Prince Jing?

The main function of the Emperor's Xuanting Department is not to supervise the officials, but to guard against Yang Gong's old department.

If His Highness Prince Jing only had a handsome face, he might have been snatched away by some 'female fairy' long ago."

Cheng Feng applauded Yun Wei, "I dare not look down on Miss Yun, you have directed a great show."

Yun Wei was silent for a moment, "You have been following me?"

Cheng Feng was so stared at, he scratched the back of his head, has the weather changed?

Facing Yunwei's bright eyes, Cheng Feng said, "It's Ah Yang, he wants to watch a play, so he sent me to follow Miss Yun."

"If you say it's the prince, it's fine on the prince's head. Anyway, this show is just a few more audiences."

Yunwei handed Cheng Feng a cup of tea, and pushed a small dish of peeled edamame to Cheng Feng, "Is this play exciting?"

Cheng Feng leaned back, not daring to touch the tea and edamame, his heart felt chilly:

"...The lord said it was very beautiful. If Miss Yun was a man, she would be able to charm thousands of young girls even if she went all out to court."

"Who would want to be a stinky man if a delicate girl wouldn't do it!" Yun Wei snorted arrogantly.

He was speechless. If women are so scary, there is no need to be a man.

For example, Yang Niangniang in Zhaoyang Palace, Ayang has always kept enough guard against her.

Yunwei tapped the table with her fingers, and raised the corners of her lips, "My lord loves to watch operas, so it's easy to handle, I originally thought of paying some price to make my lord look up to you.

Your one sentence saved me a lot of effort. Do I have to pay an entrance fee to watch the play?The opera cannot be sung in vain, and famous actors have to be rewarded with money when they go to the opera garden. "

Cheng Feng had a bad premonition that he would be practiced to death by A Yang when he went back, and the more he thought about it, the more he regretted that he took the initiative to invite Ying to come to the teahouse.

No wonder the other three looked at him sympathetically when he went out.

Beast, is there any brotherly love? !

"The nobles that the prince helped the emperor clean up through the Yongping grain depot case did not include Uncle Weiyuan. He is not worthy of the prince's attention. His existence is just a waste of money, but it can show that the emperor is nostalgic and unwilling to treat the first hero who followed. .”

Yunwei picked up the teacup, the fragrance of the tea overflowed, and the mist softened her eyebrows and eyes:

"Could it be that you don't want to see Uncle Weiyuan and his good son-in-law Dong Ren love each other? Don't you want to see Second Miss Jiang urging her husband to make progress? This year there is a scene where the emperor's illegitimate son is looking for relatives, and Mr. Dong just happens to make up for it."

"I want to see it, I really want to." Cheng Feng nodded obediently.

"So, you have to add money!"

Yunwei squinted at Cheng Feng who took out his purse, "You don't have to give me the money, you go back and tell the prince not to let Uncle Weiyuan get involved in the case of the Yongping Grain Depot, that case is too big, and Mr. Dong is timid." Can't handle it."

Just as Cheng Feng was about to nod his head, he suddenly heard the noise of people running away from outside the restaurant, "Run away, run away, the master is here."

He immediately got up and went straight to the window, his baby face was rare and serious.

"Mu Yang, the foundation of your martial arts has been ruined, what's going on now? Don't be a burden to me, let the assassin go."

The third young master shouted and descended from the sky, fighting with the man dressed as a guard.

Both sides are martial arts masters, and when they fight, the strong wind emanating from their bodies is like a tornado, and every footstep will leave a hole in the ground.

Ordinary people will be injured and bleed even if they are gently blown by the strong wind.

The masters fought without any scruples, and the wind and dust flew, while Mu Yang stood aside alone, letting the wind roll up the hem of his clothes.

Cheng Feng clenched his fist and slammed it heavily on the window sill, "How dare he? If he doesn't lose his foundation, Ah Yang will definitely enter the eighth rank. After all, he is a martial arts prodigy."

　Hey, adding a new chapter to make up for yesterday, I should be pleasantly surprised.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)