I'm not good at this green tea princess

Chapter 422

All doubts were only for a moment, Qianmian said in a deep voice: "What should Marquis Yongchang say..."

Boss Zhu hurriedly said: "You don't need to order from your father-in-law, the villain knows it well, and he will never say that His Highness did it."

The relationship between Marquis Yongchang and His Highness is not good in the first place, if he says it, what will happen to him in the future.

Marquis Yongchang is like a powder keg, it will catch fire at one point.

He sent someone to pick it up two days ago, but he didn't do a good job on his side, so he had to do it today.

He came in person this morning.Unfortunately, His Highness had already secretly looked for him yesterday.

Comparing each other, of course Prince Rui cannot be offended, that is the prince.

I can only find a reason, saying that there is something wrong with the jade and it can't be done, and I have to pay a lot of care for another set.

Hou Yongchang scolded people angrily, saying what would delay him.

There was a lot of trouble in the store, clamoring for the store to be closed, and finally Meng Shizi appeared and dragged his father back.

Hey!
Prince Meng has a good temper, he deserves to be the third son of the capital.

I don't know how Yongchanghou and Mrs. Hou, both of whom have violent tempers, raised such gentle and humble sons.

Boss Zhu left, but Qianmian was extremely nervous.

After meeting Boss Zhu just now, Murong Feng was in a very good mood, and smiled on his usually gloomy face.

What are you so happy about?
The matter of revealing the identity of the Pavilion Master was not so fast.

The so-called hunters are always chasing after the wind and shadows, and it takes time to find them.

But in Murong Feng's current state, besides tripping the pavilion master and Shizi Meng, what else can make him happy?
And then contacted that Murong Feng was robbing the property of Marquis Yongchang, Qian Mian felt more ominous.

He returned to Murong Feng's side with a heavy heart, and saw him ordering the people below with a smile on his face: "Send the set of begonia flower jewelry in my study to my side concubine, and make sure she dresses up well tonight. Qunfang."

Are you in a good mood?

Murong Feng really hates Helian Yeye.

Qianmian's heart was overwhelmed, but his expression was still the same, he leaned over and said: "Your Highness has a good eye!"

Murong Feng sneered: "This king's eyesight is not good. This king was really blind before. If some people were not impatient, this king would not be able to dig out such a big secret."

He looked at the sky with dark clouds, and the smile on his lips continued to deepen: "Compared to Shen Yi, the one I want to put to death is actually Meng Ci!"

"This time..."

He squinted his eyes, and took a look at Xiaosan: "Forget it, you will know when the time comes, today you enter the palace with me, and watch a big show."

Qianmian's heart turned a thousand times.

Murong Feng's thoughts are many and deep, maybe this time is also a test.

It's just a set of jewelry, what kind of secret will be involved?
Thousands of faces do not know.

But Murong Feng's joy was so real, Qian Mian felt that he should tell the Pavilion Master about it as soon as possible.

After all, Prince Meng is the heart of the pavilion master!
After serving Murong Feng for an afternoon nap, Qianmian had some free time to move around.

Taking this opportunity, he wanted to go out and meet people.

If what Murong Feng said is true, then he will attack at the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet tonight.

It was already past noon, and there was not much time left for Qianmian.

In order to avoid being exposed, the other spies of the palace did not know the true identity of Qian Mian.

Because once they know, if someone is accidentally controlled by Murong Feng, the loss outweighs the gain by confessing thousands of faces.

This was originally for the sake of Qianmian's safety, but he did not expect to encounter such trouble now.

Time is running out, Qianmian can only go out to pass the news by himself.

Qian Mian hastened to the gate of the palace.

In his capacity, it is not difficult to freely enter and leave the palace.

Seeing the gate approaching, Murong Feng's voice suddenly sounded from behind: "Little San, where are you going this afternoon?"

Every hair on Qianmian's face stood up.

Isn't Murong Feng taking a nap? Why did he wake up so soon? This doesn't match the previous information.

Did you expose yourself?
Every cell in Qianmian shrank nervously, he turned around slowly, and smiled: "Why did Your Highness wake up so quickly?"

Murong Feng's eyes were dark, and he walked towards him step by step: "When will this king wake up, and it will be your turn to talk? You answer this king first, what are you doing here?"

Qian Mian hung his head, his thoughts turned sharply.

What kind of reason do you want.

His palms were already sweating, and at this moment, he heard the sound of a copper bell in the distance.

Murong Feng's face was extremely gloomy, and behind him, the second child who had almost recovered slowly walked out.

Can't bear it but excitedly looked at Qianmian.

There are no eternal friends in this world, only eternal competition.

Although the second son relied on Qianmian's secret to continue his life, but after he took a breath, he wanted to take a bite out of Qianmian again when he got the chance.

After all, everyone wants to be the most favored one.

The panic on Qian Mian's face had disappeared at this moment, but it was only an instant.

He lowered his head, even Murong Feng didn't see it clearly.

"Forgive me, Your Highness. The servant has been away for a long time. I am not used to eating in the south. I miss the soybean juice in the north very much."

"This kitchen doesn't make this kind of stuff on weekdays, but there is a peddler who sells bean juice. It is almost this time every day, and he will pass by, so..."

"The slave was lazy and wanted to come out and buy a bowl of drink."

The bean juice has a weird smell, Murong Feng doesn't like it, so there is no cook in the palace who knows how to make it.

This stuff is drunk by ordinary people.

Can't get on the menu of His Royal Highness Prince Rui.

Murong Feng didn't believe it.

At this moment, the sound of the copper bell became louder and louder, and an old man came over pushing a cart.

Standing far away on the road, he smiled flatteringly at Xiaosan: "Master Xiaosan, I haven't seen you for a long time. Let's have a bowl today, is it still the same?"

Because of the angle, Murong Feng couldn't be seen from the position of the old man outside.

Xiaosan said awkwardly: "No..."

Murong Feng squinted at him: "Go if you like, this king is not the kind of person who treats his subordinates so harshly."

When he said this, Xiao San could only thank her and walked up.

The old man was proficient, and he muttered: "On weekdays, the people below come to buy for you, sir. Why did you come out in person today?"

"This bean juice is still hot, drink it while it's hot..."

"One penny is enough, you have given too much."

"Don't look for it, let's go!"

The old man said happily: "Then thank you!"

ding dong ding dong ding dong...

The sound of the bell gradually faded away.

Qian Mian drank the bowl of soybean juice in one go, stood far away, covered his mouth: "Forgive me, Your Highness, this servant will go to rinse your mouth now, so as not to smoke your Highness."

After he left, Murong Feng asked the guard at the gate: "Does the bean juice seller come at this hour every day?"

(End of this chapter)