"Haha... what a coincidence, Miss Ningyu!" Chu Lun laughed and clasped his fists, "How are you doing lately?"
"Yeah." Fan Ningyu responded lightly.
Chu Lun didn't care about her coldness and continued to say excitedly: "I heard that my grandmother was ill, so I specially invited several miracle doctors. They were not the quack doctors from Shenjing, but the folk miracle doctors invited from various places. They all rely on
The reputation accumulated one patient after another is an absolute miracle doctor!"
Fan Ningyu said calmly: "Thank you, Fourth Prince, my grandmother has recovered and there is no need for a miracle doctor."
"Okay... okay?" Chu Lun said in surprise: "Isn't it a terminal illness caused by cold sting? It's okay?"
"It's not a cold sting, it's almost the same as a cold sting." Fan Ningyu said lightly: "I won't bother the Fourth Prince to worry about it. If nothing happens, then I'll leave."
"No, no, no, no, no!" Chu Lun waved his hands hurriedly, jumped down, landed in front of Fan Ningyu, and said with a smile: "Since your grandmother is well, I will go to pay a visit and say hello. I heard that she was ill.
I didn’t dare to go there because I was afraid of making her unhappy, but now I can finally go there!”
"No need." Fan Ningyu said calmly.
Chu Lun smiled and said: "I want it, what can I say? The princess is also my elder, so I can't be rude."
There is a daughter from Prince Jingbei's palace who has entered the palace as a concubine, so Prince Jingbei's palace can also be regarded as a relative of the emperor.
"I'm sorry?" Fan Ningyu chuckled and shook her head.
Chu Lun smiled and said: "Miss Ningyu, am I right? I am very particular about etiquette, and my father has always been strict with me and I must not be rude."
"Ahem." Fan Ye coughed twice.
Chu Lun turned his head and looked over, then blushed and bowed embarrassedly: "I have met the prince."
Fan Ye waved his hand: "That's all."
"Please forgive me, Your Majesty. I'm rude." Chu Lun said embarrassedly, "I didn't notice Your Majesty before."
"Yes, I am short and don't attract attention. I don't blame you." Fan Ye nodded.
Chu Lun lowered his head and looked at himself. He didn't know whether Fan Ye's words were true or if he meant something and was an insinuation.
Then I thought about Fan Ye's personality and reputation. I would say whatever I wanted, and I shouldn't be able to insinuate myself.
So he cupped his fists and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, you are too modest. If you want to say you are short, I am shorter than you, Your Majesty, but you are not short, Your Majesty."
"Really not that short?"
"Absolutely not!"
"Well, if we compare with you, there is not much difference between the two of us." Fan Ye walked up to him, gestured with the tops of their heads, and nodded with satisfaction.
Fan Ningyu snorted: "You two dwarfs, please stop competing with each other. I'm going back to my house, so don't follow me, the Fourth Prince!"
"What are you talking about, Miss Ningyu? I am not following you, Miss Ningyu. I am going to the palace to meet the princess and congratulate the princess... Zhang Daming!"
"My subordinate is here!" A young man as tall as a bear said solemnly, clasping his fists: "What are your orders, Your Majesty?"
"Go to Mingyue Embroidery House and buy a piece of brocade."
"Yes!" The young man, who was as tall as a bear, responded in a deep voice, turned around and strode away, as fast as a galloping horse, disappearing into the vast sea of people in the blink of an eye.
"There's no need to be so polite." Fan Ye said with a smile: "The embroidery from Mingyue Embroidery House is not cheap. Don't spend all your pocket money."
"Don't worry, Your Majesty, it's enough!" Chu Lun patted his chest and smiled proudly: "It's more than enough to buy two Jinxiu horses!"
"Where are the three horses?" Fan Ye asked.
"...It's not much different." Chu Lun hesitated.
"How much difference?" Fan Ye asked.
"...Okay, there's a big difference, just enough to buy two horses." Chu Lun said helplessly: "But next month's change will arrive soon, or I can go to the accountant to pay more, it's no problem.
!”
"The accountant really paid you?" Fan Ye asked.
"...My lord, the princess is completely healed. Do you want the miracle doctor I found to take a look at her?" Chu Lun scratched his head.
Fan Ye chuckled and said, "Boy, you better keep the little money you have, it's not enough for me to drink a jar of wine!"
"It's always my heart." Chu Lun smiled sheepishly, then looked at Fan Ningyu with an apologetic smile: "Miss Ningyu, I have always liked the princess. She is as gentle as water. She is truly a model of womanhood."
Fan Ye smiled.
When others praise Zhou Jinling, he is happier than when they praise him.
Fan Ningyu said without any pretense: "If you send it here today, I will send it back to you tomorrow. I advise you not to spend this wasted money!"
"Why is this necessary?" Chu Lun said in confusion: "It's not a big deal for me to give the princess a piece of brocade."
"I can't bear it." Fan Ningyu waved her jade hands and said, "Okay, I won't tell you more, we have to rush back."
"Then does the princess want a miracle doctor?" Chu Lun said hurriedly: "I really hired a good miracle doctor, it will definitely work."
Fan Ningyu said calmly: "Master Fakong has cured my grandmother, and now she has completely recovered. There is no need for a miracle doctor."
"Fa...Master Fakong?" Chu Lun said in surprise: "The divine monk Fakong who moves clouds and spreads rain?"
"Yes." Fan Ningyu said: "Does the Fourth Prince think Master Fakong is a liar?"
"Liar? How is it possible!" Chu Lun shook his head: "How could a liar get the title of Dharma Master? How wise and powerful is the emperor?"
Fan Ningyu hesitated.
Chu Lun sneered "Hey" and shook his head: "There are so many fools in this world. Everyone thinks they are extremely smart. It seems that everyone in the world is stupid and has been deceived by the monk Fakong. Only he is
The most sober and smartest, not deceived!"
Fan Ningyu's face darkened slightly.
Chu Lun didn't see it, and said to himself: "I don't even think about it. If Master Fakong is really a liar, how can he get the title of Master? Then the plaque in the outer courtyard of Vajra Temple can be handwritten by the emperor? When did the emperor give someone else's mansion?
Have you ever written a plaque?...Do these people think that Grandpa Huang is an old fool?"
"Hahahahahaha..." Fan Ye burst into laughter.
"Grandpa——!" Fan Ningyu yelled.
Chu Lun looked at Fan Ye in confusion and was dumbfounded by Fan Ye's smile. He then looked at Fan Ningyu and wondered why Fan Ningyu looked so ugly.
"Haha..." Fan Ye laughed and said, "Fourth Prince, I kind of like you, you are a smart boy!"
"Haha..." Although Chu Lun didn't quite understand why he was praised, he still felt happy, especially because of Fan Ye's identity.
He couldn't help but look at Fan Ningyu.
Fan Ningyu said coldly: "Fourth Prince, since you believe in Master Fakong so much, why would you hire a miracle doctor? My grandmother has been cured by Master Fakong."
"Since it was cured by Master Fakong, the disease can be cured naturally, and there is really no need to ask for a miracle doctor." Chu Lun nodded: "I heard that Master Fakong's rejuvenation spell is very magical. Is it really that magical?"
Fan Ye chuckled and said: "The cold sting that no one can cure can be cured in one go, what do you think?"
"As expected, he is indeed the divine monk Fakong!" Chu Lun praised: "What a pity..."
"What's a pity?" Fan Ye asked.
He likes Chu Lun very much now.
Although he is the eldest son of King Yi, he looks like a playboy, but he is very simple and not a bad boy.
More importantly, he has great wisdom and sees things clearly.
Unlike those who think they are smart, this one is not pleasing to the eye and that one is not good enough, and they are not better than themselves.
Chu Lun said: "It's a pity that my father told me not to approach Master Fakong. Otherwise, I would have gone to see him!"
"Why are you not allowed to approach Master Fakong?" Fan Ye wondered: "Is it possible that Master Fakong is still an evil spirit?"
"My father said that Master Fakong has magical powers and can see through my thoughts at a glance," Chu Lun said solemnly: "It will expose too many secrets of our palace."
"Well..." Fan Ye nodded: "What Prince Yi said is correct. It is right to be concerned. We really cannot help but be on guard."
Chu Lun sighed: "It is really a pity that such a sacred monk cannot visit him in person, but since my father has spoken, I can only obey."
"Not bad, not bad." Fan Ye nodded quickly: "You still have to listen to your father."
As a son of man, of course you must obey your father, otherwise, wouldn’t you make your father angry to death?
It would be nice if that scoundrel of mine could be so worry-free!
Fan Ningyu snorted impatiently, turned around and left.
Fan Ye hurriedly followed and said as he walked: "Your Majesty, if not, you should go back."
"I must go to the house to visit the princess." Chu Lun hurriedly followed.
Fan Ningyu snorted coldly, was too lazy to say anything more, and quickened his pace.
"Hmm——!?" She suddenly narrowed her eyes and shouted in a deep voice: "Grandpa, be careful!"
Fan Ye stopped in a hurry.
Chu Lun was in a hurry to catch up and almost bumped into his back. He quickly stopped and looked at Fan Ningyu.
Fan Ningyu slowly unsheathed his sword.
The blade of the sword was bright and cold, and the sword tip slowly moved from left to right, as if it was confronting someone.
People were still coming and going on Zhuque Avenue, and it was bustling. After Fan Ningyu stopped, she was like a stone in the river.
"What's going on?" Fan Ye asked hurriedly.
Fan Ningyu said in a deep voice: "There is an assassin hiding in the dark!...The target may be the crown prince!"
"Huh——?" Chu Lun was puzzled, then his face changed slightly, and he shouted: "There is an assassin!"
The seven guards who had been following him to avoid blocking his view of Fan Ningyu and getting scolded suddenly rushed over and surrounded Chu Lun.
Their bodies tensed up quickly.
The white horse, which had been following at a leisurely pace, suddenly let out a light hiss, rushed forward, and crashed into Chu Lun.
"Yunyun!" Chu Lun looked at it in surprise and did not dodge.
"Tsk!" A blue light suddenly flashed from the sky and disappeared into the white horse's belly.
This blue light penetrated the white horse's belly and continued to shoot toward Chu Lun.
A burly and muscular guard stood in front of Chu Lun, waving his palm in front of him, trying to knock away the blue light with his palm force.
"Tsk!" The guard's palm was pierced by blue light, and he continued to move forward.
"Tsk!" Another guard stretched out his palm to stop him, and was shot in by blue light again, but failed to penetrate.
But it was a blue flying knife.
"Not good!" An ugly-looking guard said solemnly: "Poisonous!"
He quickly took out the jade bottle from his arms and took out three dark elixirs shaped like dates. Two were given to the guards and the other was handed to Chu Lun.
Chu Lun was holding the horse in his arms at this time, with a look of panic on his face.
"Your Majesty, if you take it, it will alleviate the poison." The ugly guard said solemnly, "This poison is extremely poisonous."
Chu Lun hurriedly took it with one hand and stuffed it into Baima's mouth.
The white horse seemed to be spiritual, opening its mouth and swallowing the elixir.
Fan Ningyu held her sword and looked around, her whole body tense.
After shooting out the knife, he still hadn't found the person. He couldn't feel the other person's breath, and could only feel a hint of murderous intent.
If it weren't for her keen intuition, she wouldn't have been able to sense this hidden murderous intention.
"So——!" Chu Lun trembled and hugged the horse's neck.
At this time, it was unable to stand, its legs were weak, and it fell to its knees limply. Black blood gushed out of its belly, and there was a faint stench.
Black blood also gushed out from the palms of the two guards, and they also stank.
"Killing—!"
Amid the exclamations, people around him immediately scattered in all directions and fled far away. They stopped after thirty or forty meters and turned around to watch.
On Zhuque Avenue, people quickly formed an empty area.
On the empty street, Chu Lun hugged the horse, his face pale and anxious. Two guards sat down cross-legged, and two guards sat behind them to help them use their energy and poison.
The remaining guards stood around Chu Lun to prevent further assassinations.
Fan Ningyu stood in front of Fan Ye, and the surrounding guards had surrounded them.