Discipline traitor husband

Chapter 182 Meeting (3)
After speaking, there was a complete silence in the room.

Bu Youran vaguely heard her husband gasp.

Obviously, Bu Youran's policy theory is really dangerous. Although he is telling the truth, there has never been such a naked confession since the beginning of the dynasty.

After a long time, half a stick of incense on the table had been burned.

The person sitting in front suddenly laughed.

"What a six-character mantra for an official!" The voice was thick and pleasant.

When Bu Youran heard it, her heart seemed to stop. That's right, she remembered this voice too much, the familiar laughter, the familiar voice, but... the unfamiliar tone.

Bu Youran raised her head slightly, peeking at the front through the gap in the cuff.

I saw a man leaning on one side, with a dark bamboo slip placed between his legs, and his jaw propped up with the other hand, his eyes were smiling, he was not wearing court clothes, but he had a relaxed and comfortable appearance, without any blemishes. There was a lazy smile on his dazzled face.

At this moment, Bu Youran seemed to be wandering outside, and the whole person was stunned.

What kind of international joke is this?
Three missions, three encounters with him!

Three time and space, but every time they met him by such a coincidence.

Is it fate, or a trick?
The prime minister, the prime minister... Covering the sky with one hand, violent and ruthless, the weather is unpredictable.

Yes, this is the real him, a him 11 years later!

Apparently, Bu Youran still had that teenager Chu Jinyu in his mind. He never thought that he would meet him when he was young. Although it was only more than ten months apart, she had already disappeared for him. for 11 years.

In 11 years, a person can be completely transformed, from kindness to evil, from youth to maturity, from ordinary people to a prime minister who is under one person and above ten thousand people.

Bu Youran's thoughts turned, and she couldn't help but let out a soft breath.

"Listening to Fushan's words, I won the heart of the truth, and the so-called bosom friend is nothing more than that." Chu Jinyu smiled flatly.

However, it inexplicably made everyone in the house shudder.

Bu Youran lowered her head a little more, not daring to make a sound.

"I heard that you are from Zhejiang Province?" He asked leisurely.

"Exactly." Bu Youran was well-behaved, and her voice was even deeper.

"Your father is Fu Baren who runs a gambling shop in Zhejiang?"

"Yes."

"Then tell me about your Zhejiang Province."

Bu Youran raised her eyebrows a little, every Jinshi before seemed to go out in a very short time, why did she feel that almost half an hour had passed by now?
There was a faint layer of sweat on Bu Youran's forehead, she thought to end it quickly, let it end quickly, if the sweat didn't stop, the makeup on her face would be spent, she didn't dare to expect that the ancient cosmetics would be so high-grade as to be waterproof Degree.

Bu Youran's thoughts sank, and he said, "Zhezhou is in the south of the Yangtze River, where the wind and smoke are clean, the sky and water are of the same color, drifting from the current, anything, strange mountains and different waters, the world is unique, the water is blue, and you can see the bottom of a thousand feet. , swimming fish and rocks, looking straight ahead..."

She finished speaking in one breath, but couldn't wait for a reply for a long time.

Suddenly, a slightly teasing voice came from beside my ear, "Are all the men in Jiangnan as tall as you? Do they smell like you?"

Bu Youran's body froze completely. If there was a special effect, it would mean that she was frozen.

The room was so quiet that one could hear a needle drop.

Bu Youran could really feel the sweat running down her back, and it was conceivable that the makeup on her cheeks had already shown a slight flaw.

She didn't even dare to raise her head to face him.

At this time, a guard walked in, clasped his hands and said, "My lord, the prince and the grand master ask to see you."

Chu Jinyu glanced coldly at the guard standing not far away, but didn't respond, her eyes turned to Bu Youran, who looked like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, and the corners of her mouth slightly curled up.

Bu Youran's heartbeat was so clear, she could feel that Chu Jinyu was standing less than half a foot away from her, so close, but the tip of her nose was covered by a lot of makeup.

She thought to herself that she couldn't stay any longer, and she would really be exposed when the time came, so she mustered up her courage and raised her voice. Perhaps she was too nervous, but her voice was already hoarse and trembling, "My lord..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by another intruding voice.

"Master Prime Minister, I have something to report."

Two guards at the door held swords to block them.

Chu Jinyu turned around, looked at the prince and Taifu in a white robe, and couldn't help chuckling, "Let the Taifu in!"

The two guards stepped back in response.

The crown prince and Taifu stepped forward, cupped his hands and said, "Master Prime Minister, the crown prince invites you to come over."

Bu Youran felt that the sound was very familiar, so she couldn't help but turned her head and glanced, and saw that it was 'Mr. Storyteller', her heartbeat recovered slightly from the non-stop beating of the drum, and the tense expression on her face eased a little.

However, it was this almost imperceptible subtle change that Chu Jinyu noticed.

His awe-inspiring eyes are slightly narrowed, and he has the arrogance of a born venerable. The oil lamp has already been lit in the room, and against the light, his hair shows a strange black color, making that face that is both righteous and evil look like Even more formidable.

"Prince Taifu is such a noble person, and now he wants to be mixed into this muddy soup," Chu Jinyu jokingly said, "Who told you to break the precept too?"

(End of this chapter)