Feng Qianchen sat in the hall of the Prince's Mansion with a gloomy face, but Feng Juechen was nowhere to be seen. "Qingyun, what do you think is going on?" Bu Qingyun shook his head, "I don't know, but one thing is certain.
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"What?"
"There are the prince's spies in the house, otherwise they wouldn't know about your waking up so soon." Bu Qingyun changed his usual carefree look and had a serious look on his face.
Feng Qianchen frowned, "I and the princess think so too. Otherwise..." Feng Qianchen did not continue.
"Otherwise, who would come here in the middle of the night? A spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold." Bu Qingyun added silently to his master.
"Hahaha..." Feng Juechen entered the hall wearing casual clothes. When he saw Feng Qianchen, he immediately walked over and asked, "Seventh brother, how are you doing recently?"
Feng Qianchen's face immediately became expressionless, and he replied coolly, "The prince called me to the house after he had just woken up in the middle of the night, but he was still nowhere to be seen. Do you think my brother is doing well?"
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Feng Juechen smiled coquettishly.
Bu Qingyun thought to himself, "Sure enough, there are just as many slaves as there are masters."
"My prince called the seventh brother here today because he wants to discuss the ninth brother's marriage."
Feng Qianchen sneered in his heart, but said, "Well, my ninth brother and I are from the same mother and father, so I have some considerations about his marriage."
A dark look flashed in Feng Juechen's eyes, "Isn't that Princess Ruoxin ill?" He paused, "This matter was presented to the father by my seventh brother that day."
"Oh, isn't there a miracle doctor in the palace now? My father ordered him to go to the hospital for diagnosis and treatment on the day of the wedding. I think everything is fine now." Mentioning Mo Lan, Feng Qianchen suddenly thought of him getting a Jiao on the day of the palace banquet.
Xiaoliu played the pipa, and an unknown fire arose in her heart.
Thinking that he still owed Xiaoliu a good pipa, he started to care about it and couldn't sit still. As for Feng Juechen's personal speech that he later spoke incessantly, a certain prince didn't listen to a word of it.
"Seventh brother?" Sensing Feng Qianchen's absent-mindedness, Feng Juechen walked over and waved his hand in front of his eyes.
Feng Qianchen finally came to his senses, "Well, have you finished speaking, Prince? I have resigned."
When Feng Juechen reacted, the backs of Feng Qianchen and Bu Qingyun had gradually disappeared into the night. "Feng! Qian! Chen!" Feng Juechen put his hand on the table, exerting force on the fine mahogany.
The table suddenly fell apart.
"What are you going to do, Your Majesty?" Bu Qingyun asked cautiously, seeing that Feng Qianchen was in a good mood.
Feng Qianchen stopped and said, "Do you still remember that day at the palace banquet, I asked you to return the pipa of some miracle doctor?"
Bu Qingyun nodded, "Remember. The princess said it was made of red sandalwood and is definitely top grade."
"Do you know where there is a better pipa than that one?" Feng Qianchen stared at Bu Qingyun, the implication being that if you dare to say that I don't know how good-looking you are.
Bu Qingyun breathed a long sigh of relief and wiped the non-existent cold sweat on his forehead. Fortunately, he was prepared. "As far as my subordinates know, there is a new 'Ai Le Fang' in the capital that sells all kinds of top-quality weapons and musical instruments.
And..." Bu Qingyun lowered his voice, "My subordinates also heard that the lost 'wind-cutting sword' in the world is there."
Feng Qianchen raised his eyebrows, "Wind-cutting sword? It seems that the world is not at peace. However, that has nothing to do with me. Let's go and see if there is a good pipa there for the princess to take back."
The corner of Bu Qingyun's mouth twitched, "Your Majesty, it's not yet dawn..."
