The Concubine Queen of the Phoenix: Your Majesty spoils his wife excessively

Chapter 209 The Proud Son of Heaven, Yaoer [2]

Until—seven days ago.

The Shenshui Pavilion, the largest inn in Yanchen City, was taken over by a group of people!

This is a big deal. You must know that there has not been such a high-profile person in Yanchen City for many years. Besides, the origin of the other party is mysterious, and the leader is still a child!
That's right, the person who spends a lot of money on sinking into the sinking water pavilion is actually a child!

In the past few days, the discussions in the streets and alleys are all about this matter, and that young man who looks like a fairy boy.

Jun Xiye already knew about this when he brought Qin Feng Qingluan into Yanshen City, but the purpose of his trip was only at the Ye family, and he didn't care about other things.

Outside the Shenshui Pavilion, Jun Xiye and Qin Feng Qingluan had just walked up the steps when a man in black who was guarding the door immediately stretched out his arms to prevent them from approaching the Shenshui Pavilion.

"Everyone, my young master of Shenshui Pavilion has already booked it, please find another place."

Qingluan turned her brows upside down, and said: "This Yanchen City is just such an inn, if you don't live here, where will my son live?!"

The black-clothed guard looked indifferent, and said unhurriedly: "First come, first come first, since my young master has reserved this place, please stay away from idlers."

"You—" It was the first time that Qingluan met such a domineering and unreasonable person, and Qingluan was already very angry, but now it became even bigger.

If it weren't for His Majesty Weifu's intention to conceal his identity, she would have already taken action to teach this ignorant guy a lesson!

"Forget it." Jun Xiye blocked it with her jade fan, and said in a slow and soft voice: "Such a big inn can pack it up, how dare I wait for ordinary people to make mistakes. Qingluan, Qin Feng, let's go."

"Yes, son." The two nodded, and before leaving, Qingluan gave the black-clothed guard a hard look.

Leaving Shenshui Pavilion, Qingluan frowned and asked, "My lord, what should we do now?"

"Wait." Jun Xiye curled her lips faintly: "I will go to see the Ye family tonight, and if all goes well, I can leave here immediately."

Qingluan thought about it, and although she knew she shouldn't say it, she still asked in a low voice: "It is said that the Ye family can count all the affairs of the world, but can they really count the whereabouts of the princess?"

Walking slowly to an arched bridge, Jun Xiye stood with his hands behind his back, letting the warm wind blow his long silver gauze gown, and smiled with warm lips: "Yes, I will definitely find Yingying."

Seeing him full of anticipation, Qingluan felt sour.

For so many years, he still refused to give up looking for the princess.

She followed Jun Xiye, and she saw too much his ecstasy because of a little clue, and also saw too much his final disappointment and loneliness.

If you return empty-handed this time, what will His Majesty do...

Turning his head to look at Qin Feng, Qin Feng is also full of worry.

I can only hope that this so-called "heavenly man" of the Ye family can help His Majesty.

At the same time, in the warming room of Shenshui Pavilion.

Layers of brocades are stacked on the soft couch, and a young boy is lying on it. His eyebrows are picturesque, his small face is delicate and fair, his long eyes are like foxes, and they are cunning and nimble. He holds a book in his white and tender hands, leisurely. Looking around.

Such a stunning young man, anyone would sigh from the bottom of his heart: such a beautiful child.

It's just—when you're still marveling at his beauty, maybe you've already been calculated by his evil little head.

"Young master." Liu Sang bent over and stood behind the bead curtain in the outer room, and said in a low voice: "Just now three people tried to break into the Shenshui Pavilion."

The little hand holding the scroll flipped a page at will, and a tender voice floated from his mouth: "Get to the point."

(End of this chapter)