Mingruo rolled his eyes, and his little trick of teasing people emerged: "Do you really want to learn?"
"Yeah." Si Haochen heard the little girl's tone and seemed to be lighter than before.
"Then you want to cry with me..." Mingruo blinked his big eyes.
"Ahem, I will stay with you..." Si Haochen felt that 'crying together' was a bit difficult...
Seeing Si Haochen frown slightly and look serious, Mingruo felt a little silly and suddenly felt less sad: "Let's go back."
"Okay." Si Haochen held Mingruo's hand and walked slowly back to the boat from the plank road.
The steward on the ship said that if we set off now, we can reach the next anchorage in the evening.
Si Haochen looked at the sky. Although it was a little later than usual, it was not too late: "Then let's set off."
"Yes." Soon after the steward left, the ship weighed anchor and continued on its way.
Feng Muyuan has been very peaceful these days and has been staying in his room to recover from his injuries. He was protected by guards and his injuries were not serious. When he heard that King Nanrong Chun was leaving with his envoys, he came out of the room and walked on the deck.
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His purpose was simple. The smell in that room was indeed a bit loud. Since King Nanrong Chun has left, there must be an empty room on the second floor. Logically speaking, he can move upstairs.
(Mingruo: There are a lot of empty rooms upstairs. Xiaobai and Bibo each have a room. Why do you live next to the toilet room? Don’t you have any idea?)
Mingruo was sitting in the teahouse, raising the window and looking at the river view outside. Occasionally, a Feng Muyuan broke into the line of sight and became a disharmonious factor in the beautiful scenery outside the window.
Mingruo cast her eyes on Feng Muyuan: "Is Feng Muyuan playing the role of a tiger?"
"Huh?" Si Haochen, who was playing chess with Jun Che, glanced out the window and saw Feng Muyuan walking around under the window.
"It looks like a caged tiger in a zoo." Mingruo thought that by walking back and forth like this, he would be able to seal the deck.
"Ahem." Jun Che smiled but said nothing, it did look a bit similar.
When Little White Master heard someone imitating it, he jumped onto the window lattice on the cat's steps - this didn't look like a tiger at all, it looked like a stupid donkey.
The scarf also jumped on the window sill. What did you see: "chirp."
"Meow~" The adults are doing their work, while the children are away, don't make any trouble!
It's a pity that the scarf doesn't have the wisdom of Lao Tie, so he doesn't understand what Mr. Bai means at all, and he still stands stupidly on the window sill.
Young Master Bai saw the stupid donkey coming over again, and with a swipe of his little paw, the wooden stick holding up the window hit Feng Muyuan directly on the head.
Little White Master quickly fled the scene of the crime. His brain was a little confused, but his body reacted very quickly and he jumped back quickly. However, he was still a little slow, and a few hairs on the tip of his tail were pinched off.
"Chih chi..." The scarf cursed at Little White Young Master.
Little White Prince Wang Zhi let out a "meow" in disdain, and immediately felt as if the mute button had been pressed on his scarf, which made him cringe.
The bib blinked its big black eyes and asked questions from the soul - why does it feel like being strangled by the throat?
Feng Muyuan covered the bulge on the top of his head, his head was buzzing, and there were cats and foxes meowing in his ears... When he came out to make his presence felt, he was accidentally injured by cats and dogs fighting.
When a person is unlucky, his teeth become choked even if he drinks cold water!
Feng Muyuan felt tired, so she had to go to the steward on the ship and ask for a room farther away from the stern.
The Nanrong envoy left and indeed made several empty rooms. The steward took Feng Muyuan to look at each room, allowing him to choose as he pleased.
Mingruo, who had witnessed the whole incident, was lying on the table with a smile. She had automatically transformed this scene in her mind into a classic scene where a high-ranking official from Ximen was hit on the head with a fork.
Well, thank you Ximen Muyuan and Pan Xiaobai for their hard work.
Si Haochen and Jun Che also saw it, but they didn't see Mingruo's smile at all.
The ship traveled for another three days, and Jun Che also wanted to take the land route to Yunzhong Temple. The carriage from before was moved up from the cabin and brought to the shore.
The poor horse drifted on the boat for nearly a month. After arriving on land, it felt a little uncomfortable and staggered when walking, like a drunkard.
Fortunately, there was a market at the wharf, so Zelan quickly took the coachman to buy horses.
"Brother, please help me bring these things to the master first. We will try our best to go back and celebrate the New Year with the master." Ming Ruo asked Chu Yi and Xun Yi to move the two big boxes to the side of the carriage.
The Donghuan officials who came to see him off had already been waiting at the dock. When they saw the boxes being moved down, they thought they were the luggage of the Imperial Master.
Jun Che saw that his junior sister was about to send him off the boat, so he stopped him with a smile: "It's enough here, there's no need to get off the boat."
"Okay then." Mingruo also knew that Prince Yun and the Imperial Master had kept secrets in their past, and would arouse Danxu's suspicion. "Senior brother, you have to be prepared and wait until I go back to celebrate the New Year."
"Okay." Jun Che nodded.
Huh? Senior brother said he didn’t want her to send it, so why did he suddenly stop leaving?
Mingruo blinked his eyes for no apparent reason. Did he forget something?
"Ahem, where's my candy?" Jun Che saw it, and when Yan Zhaobai left, the junior sister gave him a candy painting.
"Oh." Mingruo quickly took out a 'Sugar Dragon' from his sleeve pocket, holding back a smile and handed it to Jun Che.
"Thank you, junior sister." Jun Che, the kid, also received a 'big dragon' and got off the boat happily.
Looking at the back of the senior brother with a fairy spirit, and then thinking about the candy painting in his hand... Ming Ruo covered his face, and the character of the Imperial Master's fairy spirit was completely shattered.
When the Imperial Master stepped off the boat, the sugar paintings in his hands were already lying in the cold jade box. (Jun Che: The boxes are all ready, you can't do it without giving me the sugar paintings.)
Si Haochen twitched the corner of his mouth. The combined ages of Jun Che and Yan Zhaobai in front of his wife could not be more than ten years old!
"That was transferred by me." Si Haochen said deliberately with a straight face. (Ranyi: Come on, the three of you combined are not more than ten years old!)
"Haha." Mingruo quickly took out the 'Sugar Dragon' and 'Sugar Tiger' from his sleeve pocket, "Look, this dragon is the most energetic among the three. The best one must be reserved for my husband.
. Our combination of flying dragon and tiger leaping together is a perfect match."
"Yeah." Si Haochen expressed satisfaction.
"The little one will help you put it away." Mingruo's expression was very doggy.
"Okay." His Royal Highness Prince Yun was very arrogant at this time.
Mingruo put the sugar painting back into space, and suddenly felt like a kindergarten teacher, feeling very tired.
Everyone from the Ministry of Rites and Honglu Temple respectfully sent the Master off, and they all breathed a sigh of relief when they came back - although they were all on the ship, the Master and Prince Yun only lived on the second floor. Although the emperor wanted to inquire about the situation, they
He didn't dare to go up casually, so he didn't know how the two got along during this period.
But looking at the current situation, the two of them should have had little contact with each other. When the Imperial Master left, Prince Yun didn't even get off the boat to see him off. It was obvious that he didn't even bother to save face.
The two chief officers returned to their rooms and wrote furiously.
