On the carriage, Yun Shen was playing with the umbrella and saw the mystery at a glance.
He held the handle of the umbrella and turned it vigorously. Sure enough, he pulled out a short knife.
The blade is bright, the blade is sharp, and it is a new knife that has not been stained with blood.
Ye Wuyang saw that Yun Shen held a knife more smoothly than a sword, and couldn't help being surprised: "Xiaoxue is as careful as dust, and I can see that you are good at using knives, not swords."
No, no, no, you are the one who is careful, my lord father, Xiaoxue said that it is most likely blind.
"Father valued Xiaoxue so much, why was he willing to leave her to me?" Yun Shen put away his dagger and teased Ye Wuyang: "If father wants Xiaoxue to succeed the mistress of Yefu, I don't mind, as long as father likes it. "
Ye Wuyang reached out and patted Yun Shen on the head: "Nonsense."
"I'm not talking nonsense." Yun Shen smiled mischievously, and he picked his chin at Wuyang: "What's the matter with the red mark on father's neck? There are no mosquitoes this winter, could it be that butterfly? ?¡±
Hearing this, Ye Wuyang choked directly, subconsciously, reached out and touched his neck, coughed and said: "A few days ago, I didn't eat properly, and I was allergic."
"I didn't know that my father still has food allergies. What are they? My son also took care of it for you." Yun Shen said with a smile on his face, without worry at all.
Ye Wuyang looked at Yun Shen: "What do you want to say?"
"Haha, father, don't be angry. I'm just curious. Father is a sweet potato in the eyes of the noble circle. I don't know which girl has tasted it." Yun Shen said, seeing Ye Wuyang raising his hand to knock his forehead again, he hurriedly hid The car just stopped, and Yun Shen jumped out of the car and left.
Ye Wuyang sat in the car, opened the curtain, looked at the back of Yun Shen leaving happily, and smiled wryly.
The next day was the twenty-eighth day of the new year.
The sky did not clear up, and there were three feet of snow on the ground.
The cold wind howled outside the window, and the heavy snow kept falling. In Qing Xuetang, the stove was red, and everyone was whispering to each other. Wen Taifu is reviewing the papers just submitted by the students.
"Ahem." Taifu Wen ordered Yunshen to distribute the papers, and he commented: "This year's annual meeting will be closed for 15 days, according to the papers you hand in, everyone's homework is different, and it has been annotated in the papers end."
When Yun Shen distributed the papers, Rong Jing's gaze remained on him, following him around everyone.
However, everyone was focused on their studies, and no one paid attention to him.
This kid really became more and more blatant, Yun Shen gave him a contemptuous look, and Rong Jing laughed silently, thinking, this man is so good-looking, even if he stares at others.
"Ah!" The third princess, Mu Yanxue, lamented: "Teacher, I have too much homework. It's fine to copy three books, why do I have to copy them twice?"
Gao Hu flattened his mouth: "Is there actually four copies of mine?"
"Really?" Muyan Xue's eyes sparkled, and she glanced at Gao Hu gloatingly, then mine is not the most?
"Copy the "Ming Xin Treasure Book" once, and get a thousand words of experience." An Yiran's essay said so, she sneered in her heart, turned her head and asked Ye Yunshen with a sweet smile: "Ye Gongzi, what is your schoolwork?" ?¡±
After distributing the papers, Ye Yunshen just returned to his seat, and smiled at An Yiran: "Dachao will get a piece of his experience."
Grand Court Meeting? Murong Jing glanced at his own paper, and it was also a piece of Dachaohui's experience.
So is Murong Hui.
Taifu Wen commented a few words, and then talked about the matter of attending the reading.
"After the rest, half a month later, the study will be over. Except for Yun Shen, I'm afraid I won't be able to teach most of you here. It can be finished ahead of time. This is probably the last homework. I hope you can finish it well."
"yes!"
"yes!"
After class, everyone left in twos and threes.
Meng Qiang and Gao Hu were about to go together, when Yun Shen stopped them.
"Tomorrow's 29th, there will be a lantern festival in the imperial capital, and I'm planning to invite Rong Jing to join us, why don't you two come together?"
Rong Jing's complexion slowly turned frosty, so the lantern festival that was agreed that day would go with him, and there were others.
Seeing this, Meng Qiang remembered that he had made a good deal with Yun Shen, and he should have agreed directly, but with the second prince's face, he was hesitating how to agree, Gao Hu said pleasantly: "Okay, I have exactly that intention, do you want to call me?" The eldest prince?"
Dark clouds covered Rong Jing's face, and he still called his brother?
Murong Hui wooing Yun Shen, such an obvious thing, are you out of your mind and calling my brother emperor?
"Ahem. See you tomorrow evening in Vientiane Tower." Meng Qiang pressed theGao Hu's head, after finishing speaking, he pulled Gao Hu away who was yelling that he would not be there or leave.
Rong Jing sat on a chair sullenly, with lowered eyebrows, as if he had been wronged a lot.
Yun Shen lowered his head, and asked him sideways: "Then, the second prince, will you come or not?"
"Come." Rong Jing hugged Yun Shen and murmured, "But you want to be with me, just the two of us."
"Okay." Yun Shen patted Rong Jing's head.
"" Rong Jing was a little confused, this familiar feeling.
When he went to Wenjing Palace, Concubine Wen Gui was smoothing the hair of a little bitch, Rong Jing suddenly realized, no wonder he felt that Yun Shen's way of stroking himself was very familiar, hum! (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com