"Do you think this king will be afraid? I'm just afraid that he won't be surprised."
It can be said that this is arrogant and deserves a beating.
At this moment, Nangong Jiayue had to think of what Jiang Tang said when describing Xiao Yinhan:
"Look, if the prince were not a prince, he would have been beaten to death hundreds of times."
At that moment, Nangong Jiayue was thinking more about: How could the little beauty in front of her say such terrifying words in such a smiling tone?
But now...
She agreed very much.
"Friendly reminder, you'd better restrain yourself. Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll hear you being beaten to death on the road with a sack."
Xiao Yinhan snorted and seemed to be dismissive.
But only those who are familiar with it can detect from the man's subtle expression that the prince is not as casual and indifferent to the matter of "Prince Yu's untimely death" as he appears.
As the carriage passed two streets, heavy rain began to pour down, as if someone had poked a hole in the sky, and the rain fell directly from the hole.
If it were a coachman from another family, he might have to find a place to take shelter, but this was the coachman of Prince Rong's Mansion.
Just like Jiang Tang said, there is no idle person around King Rong.
Under such a strong wind and rain, the coachman waved his whip and drove the carriage forward without blinking.
On the street in the rain, some pedestrians saw something speeding past in the rain curtain, and it disappeared before their eyes even before they could see it clearly.
When the carriage returned to the palace, there was still lightning and thunder in the sky.
The guard was also surprised to see the prince come back suddenly, and then quickly came to pick him up with an umbrella.
When they saw Nangong Jiayue coming out from behind, the servant was startled, and then came to his senses:
"Prince, Princess, Master Tang said that when you come back, please go through the main courtyard first. She made ginger soup and asked you to drink it before going back."
Nangong Jiayue, who originally planned to go back to his yard, turned around when he heard this and directly took the umbrella held by the servant: "In this case, what are you waiting for?"
Then, regardless of Xiao Yinhan's reaction, he walked in front first.
"Your Majesty..."
The servant was just about to say "Your Majesty, please" when he found himself stared at by a pair of cold and stern eyes. For a moment, his scalp went numb, as if he thought he had accidentally done something damn big, and he couldn't help but feel
shake.
On a rainy day, the prince with a murderous face and terrifying eyes...
Ah, what kind of death standard is this?
"Your Majesty's servant..."
Just when the servant was about to kneel down in tears, the man grabbed the other umbrella and said, "Get out!"
It's obviously the word "go", but to the ears of this servant, it's like hearing the sound of nature!
"Thank you, Your Majesty, thank you, Your Majesty!"
No matter what he means, just kneel down!
"See Princess,"
Jiang Tang was instructing the maid to wipe away the rainwater that had drifted into the house. Wen Sheng turned around and saw the familiar beauty walking in with windy footsteps.
She greeted her with a gentle smile: "Sister is back. Was the banquet fun today?"
As soon as he arrived, he saw the beauty walking towards him with a smile on her face, taking a cloak for herself and wiping the rain on her cheeks with a handkerchief. Nangong Jiayue felt that all the fatigue on her body seemed to disappear at this moment.
She seemed to suddenly understand the meaning of Hongxiu Tianxiang.
Once again, she couldn't help but persuade Jiang Tang: "Actually, Nan Yuan is very fun. Do you want to go back with me?"
Jiang Tang was amused by her, then took the ginger soup from the maid's hand and handed it over: "The temperature should be just right, sister, drink it."
Nangong Jiayue wrinkled her nose and finished the drink.
Although according to her physique and personality, it was just a rain shower, so there was no need to be so exaggerated.
But when she looked into the little girl's gentle and caring eyes, she couldn't say anything she wanted to say.
Forget it, drink it, no one will die anyway.
"...The banquet was not bad, but after this event, no one will probably invite me to any poetry gatherings again."
Nangong Jiayue sat next to Jiang Tang, while enjoying the beauty's feeding, she recounted what happened at the banquet.
Especially when Xiao Yinhan almost forced a wealthy lady to commit suicide by jumping into the river, Nangong Jiayue's expression... was really hard to describe.
"You didn't even see it at the time. Those people's faces were so dark. It was the first time I knew that someone could still use it like this. I..."
"What are you doing? If you don't like it, you can jump down and accompany them." A sinister male voice suddenly sounded from the door. The two people present were stunned and subconsciously looked towards the door. Sure enough, they saw a tall and handsome man with a gloomy expression.
Standing there with a straight face.
"You..." Nangong Jiayue was shocked by his stinky face first, and after hearing what he said, she said, "Bah, bah, can you speak?"
"Your Majesty, you are back."
When Jiang Tang saw the person coming, he stood up and followed the same process as before. He first handed the man ginger soup and told her to drink it, while she wiped the rain off his body with a fine cloth.
"Didn't the prince hold an umbrella when he came back? Why is he all wet?"
The girl frowned slightly and looked at the man with a distressed look on her face. The sleeve of her raised little hand slipped down, revealing a jade-like arm, which was dazzlingly white.
"I'm fine, I just need to go back and take a shower."
As he said that, whether intentionally or unintentionally, the man pulled her hand off and held it in his hand. He looked coldly at the woman sitting on the chair with a gangster-like expression: "After you finish drinking, go back to your own yard, not here.
An eyesore.”
"Your Majesty."
Xiao Yinhan's harsh words even shocked Jiang Tang, but before she could finish speaking, the man had already pulled her away with a sullen face.
The furious look looked like a wild dog guarding its food.
Princess Nangong, who was left behind, opened her eyes wide: "Is this guy okay?"
The maids hurriedly lowered their heads. Who dares to answer these words?
"Your Majesty, what's wrong?"
Jiang Tang was pulled for several steps, and finally had to jog to keep up with the man.
Along the way, the servant knelt down to salute, but he didn't seem to notice it, and walked very quickly.
He didn't stop until he brought the person back to the room: "Let Liu Degui arrange for people to go to the Duke Yu's mansion to worship."
The man's voice was a little deep, and there was no emotion.
Jiang Tang could finally stop. Hearing this, he raised his head in surprise: "Sacrifice, worship?"
"Yes, worship."
The man suddenly turned around, his eyes bright and sharp: "First, Duke Yu lost his nephew, and now his son has died. Shouldn't this king send someone to pay homage to him?"
These words were extremely sarcastic, and those who didn't know thought that Yu Guogong had offended him in some way.
Jiang Tang wanted to say: Please look in the mirror, you really deserve a beating like this.
But she didn't say that. Instead, she stood up on tiptoes and reached out to hug the man's neck: "Is the prince angry and trying to avenge the injustice of Prince Yu?"
The man who was originally full of ridicule and disdain stiffened slightly, then slowly lowered his head and looked into the eyes of the girl in front of him.