Seeing the situation in the room, the visitor's eyes widened.
This scene is really gorgeous.
But I saw Mr. Yang pressing a woman against the wall. Her hairpin was messy, her black hair was scattered, and her dress was half torn.
The dim light illuminated the half-exposed shoulders, the frightened and delicate face, and his half-opened shirt. No matter how you looked at it, it was a scene of stealing.
Hearing the voice, Mr. Yang straightened up, held the beauty in his arms, blocking his sight. Then he lazily looked at the door: "What?"
The person coming was the manager of Xinyuan. Hearing Young Master Yang's voice, he quickly lowered his head and did not dare to look: "Master Lei said that Young Master is resting here. I am worried that Young Master has no one to serve him..."
Young Master Yang said lightly: "All those wandering spirits have dispersed?"
"Yes. Mr. Lei asked me to take a torch to drive him away. Now it has been cleared up."
"Where's my cousin? It seemed like I was scared when I saw him just now."
The manager looked embarrassed and said vaguely: "Your Majesty is fine, he has returned to the Prince's Mansion."
"It's okay. I'll go back right now. You can send someone to tell me first." Young Master Yang waved his hand nonchalantly.
"yes……"
The manager was relieved that Mr. Yang was fine.
The prince was in such a fright, and Chang Shi arrived just now, already intending to blame him. If something happened to Mr. Yang, he would not need to be the steward.
However, this Mr. Yang really lives up to his reputation. He did not forget to steal the fragrance after making such a fuss tonight...
In the house——
"Ugh!" Young Master Yang groaned as his lower abdomen hurt.
Taking this opportunity, Mingwei got out of his arms and pulled up her clothes.
"Sir, you can't do this! If I had stabbed you instead of kicking you, half of your life would have been lost by now."
Mingwei smoothed her messy hair, seemingly giving a kind reminder.
Young Master Yang endured the pain and secretly grinded his teeth: "So, I still want to thank you?"
"I don't dare to thank you. If you and I have reached an agreement, we should help each other."
"Haha." Mr. Yang smiled softly.
It was such a shame and humiliation! He was distracted for a moment and was kicked in the vital parts. Did he still have the nerve to show his face to others? If Lei Hong knew about it, he would probably die laughing.
"Miss Ming, I don't seem to agree yet."
"I can't think of any reason for you to refuse." Mingwei said, "It's an old case from ten years ago, and a person who may have died ten years ago. It's not easy to find out. You don't need any special means, I'm afraid it will cost a lot of money.
Given the time, we may not be able to find clues yet.”
Mr. Yang was very unhappy, and naturally he didn't want to be led away by her: "You are not the only one in the world who knows mystical arts. If I send a message back, I can naturally invite the most powerful mystical masters."
"wrong!"
"Um?"
Mingwei said: "You can't invite the most powerful Xuanshi, because I am here."
Mr. Yang burst out laughing, his displeasure just now dissipated.
What she meant was that no matter how powerful he was, he couldn't be more powerful than her.
He thought he was arrogant enough, but he didn't expect that this girl was even more arrogant than him.
"Miss Ming, it's not a good habit to talk big words before things are done. There is a world outside the sky, and there are people outside the world. Are you so sure that you are the most powerful magician?"
"Wrong again."
Mr. Yang spread his hands: "So what?"
"Fortune master." Mingwei emphasized seriously, "I am a fortune teller."
"..." he said, "It's just a title, does it need to be so serious?"
"Of course you have to be serious. This is passed down from master, and I must keep this name."
Mr. Yang was originally doubtful about her words, but seeing her acting like this, he believed most of them.
A person with faith should not make fun of inheritance.
He thought for a while: "If I believed you, I would be taking a big risk! If you go back and tell me about this, it will be too late for me to do anything."
Mingwei sighed: "It's not that I don't want to stay, it's just that there is my mother in the Ming family. She is in a bad situation in the Ming family, and I don't feel safe leaving her alone."
Mr. Yang was surprised: "If your soul is resurrected, what does Miss Ming Qi's mother have to do with you?"
Ming smiled, with a hint of true tenderness in his eyes: "When I came to this world, I accepted her love when I opened my eyes. This is cause and effect, and it is also love. We are destined to be related as mother and daughter in this life. That's it.
She didn't give birth to me, so I'm no different from my mother."
Mr. Yang stroked his palm and said, "Listen to this, the girl is really a person who values friendship and friendship, which makes people feel reassured."
Ming Wei smiled: "I am a fortune teller. I should take the world as my responsibility, so naturally I have to start from the side."
"Sweep a house first, then the world?" Mr. Yang found it interesting, "Lei Hong often says this. No wonder he protects you."
Seeing that the fourth watch was almost over, Mingwei felt anxious, but had to talk to him according to his temper, so she felt a little absent-minded: "Since we have the same belief, it's not just for this, we should be of the same mind."
"That's what the girl said." Mr. Yang stood up, "It's not early..."
Finally waiting for this sentence, Mingwei smiled: "Yes..."
As soon as she said a word, she felt a pain in her neck, her eyes widened, slowly lost focus, and softened.
Mr. Yang hugged her, looked at the unconscious beauty in his arms, and continued: "Do you believe me? You really think I am so beautiful! Let you go back? Don't be stupid..."
…
The fourth update has passed, and Ah Wan is waiting anxiously.
The young master never asked her to appear on such occasions.
Ah Wan understands that this is protection for her, so she is only grateful and does not feel that she is not trusted.
But this way, she wouldn't be able to get first-hand information.
The manager sent someone to say that the young master was fine, but without seeing it with his own eyes, Ah Wan couldn't rest assured.
"Master!" Xiaotong, the little girl who was waiting with her, suddenly shouted and ran outside.
Ah Wan raised her eyes and saw a familiar figure.
only……
Ah Wan stepped forward hurriedly, but Xiaotong had already asked her everything she wanted to ask.
"Sir, are you okay? I heard that the Crown Prince was frightened. Are you frightened? Hey, who is this?"
"It's okay. Who is your young master? How could he be frightened by such a trivial matter?" Young Master Yang answered as he entered the house.
He ignored the maids who came to greet him, went directly into the inner room, threw the person in his arms on the bed, and said, "Ah Wan, sober up soup."
Ah Wan gave her a wink, and someone went to get the hangover soup.
Then he glanced at the bed and found that both the woman and the young man were in messy clothes, and his heart sank.
"Sir, this girl is..."
"Don't worry about her." Mr. Yang took the hangover soup, drank it down in one gulp, and said, "Prepare some water to wash yourself with, and call Ah Xuan over by the way."
"Yes." The young master made it clear that he didn't want to say anything, so Ah Wan had no choice but to swallow the doubts in her heart and act as ordered.
Before leaving, he glanced at the bed in the inner room and was startled.
Hey, this girl looks familiar, isn’t she the one...