He came to the door and they were about to go out. If he came one step too late, they would not be able to see each other. How could this be a coincidence? Oh, yes, it was also a coincidence. If he came one step too late, they would not be able to see him.
"Master, please wait a moment..." Banqin said with a smile.
Prince Jin'an nodded and watched her turn around and enter the door.
"Banqin, tell my wife that we can go faster by removing two more cars..."
Manager Cao walked over from the other side as he spoke. He suddenly looked at the young man standing in front of the door and stopped. He was even more surprised when he saw the person clearly.
"Hey, you, you, you are not that..."
Valley at night, howling wolves, a naughty boy under a big cloak...
"The guy who attracted the wolves?" Manager Cao pointed at him and said.
Prince Jin'an smiled at him.
"Yes, I am." He said, nodding again, with a bit of self-mockery, "I am the boy who attracted the wolves, I was before, and I am now."
What?
Manager Cao frowned, what was it before and what is it now? What is it again? Is it attracting wolves again?
Before he could ask again, Banqin came out of the door.
"Master, please." She said with a smile and stepped aside.
Prince Jin'an did not lift his feet immediately, but seemed to hesitate for a moment. He raised his head and looked inside the door. The courtyard was so small that it seemed as if he could walk directly into the house by stepping through the gate. Therefore, the door was open and he could see at a glance.
To the woman standing on the porch.
She was still wearing the same plain skirt, wrapped in a big black cloak, with a delicate white face, dark eyes, and looked over with an indifferent expression.
It seemed that she was always like this no matter when he saw her. The cold wind blew by, ruffling her cloak and hair, and Prince Jin'an seemed to have returned to that day.
The woman standing in front of the bonfire with the roar of the night wind was obviously so thin, but she was like a needle in the sea, making it insignificant even the shouts of horses and wolves from the people around her.
"Burn their noses," she said, holding a fire stick, with determination, indifference, and no fear.
Burn their noses!
Burn their noses!
Burn their weaknesses!
Prince Jin'an took a deep breath and stepped forward.
Banqin followed and wanted to go in, but Manager Cao held him back.
"What is this boy doing here?" he asked.
Banqin shook his head.
"Don't delay our departure." Manager Cao said, looking inside the door with doubts on his face and feeling a little uneasy in his heart.
Prince Jin'an sat down, Banqin lowered his head and brought tea, then stepped aside.
"It didn't delay your schedule." Prince Jin'an said the first thing he said.
Banqin couldn't help but look at him.
Cheng Jiaoniang returned the courtesy briefly but did not answer.
Prince Jin'an smiled, drank the tea in one gulp, and handed it to Banqin again.
"I want another bowl," he said, smiling, "If you want some snacks, I'll give you some too."
Is this...not eating?
Banqin looked at the young man and noticed that his eyes were covered with red threads and he looked tired.
Did you travel all night?
She hurriedly responded and got up to go out.
Manager Cao stood in the yard and watched Ban Qin being busy in the kitchen, bringing out tea soup, pastries and side dishes.
"Why are you eating again?" He couldn't help but whisper, looking up at the sky, "It's getting late."
Banqin was a little strange.
"Uncle Cao, what's wrong with you? Why are you so anxious?" she asked.
Manager Cao was stunned for a moment when he was asked, then smiled bitterly, exhaled and looked into the room.
"I'm afraid if I don't leave, it will be too late..." he murmured.
He reached out to pick up the snack and ate it in one bite.
"Hot, hot." Banqin shouted hurriedly.
But it was still too late. Prince Jin'an covered his mouth and hissed a few breaths of cool air, then hurriedly picked up the tea beside him to drink.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He raised his sleeves to cover his mouth and said with a vague smile.
Cheng Jiaoniang smiled and said nothing. She picked up the water and drank it slowly.
After eating two pieces of snacks and drinking a bowl of tea soup, the young man's complexion became much rosier, and he looked around the room with some energy.
The house had been simply tidied up yesterday and seemed a little empty.
"I'm really sorry." He smiled, put his hand on his knee and said, "I'm afraid it will inconvenience my wife."
Cheng Jiaoniang smiled slightly.
"No one has anything to do to inconvenience me," she said.
No one and nothing can inconvenience me.
The little woman has an indifferent expression and a hoarse and rough voice. Looking down from a high position, she looks small and thin.
as always.
Prince Jin'an felt his nose suddenly sore.
In fact, in total, they met and got along with each other only a handful of times, and they spoke even less when they met and got along with each other, so the prince of Jin'an County remembered it.
"Then this time, I wonder if my wife can still save me?" he said slowly.
Cheng Jiaoniang shook her head.
"You don't need me to save you, how can I save you." She smiled.
Banqin was sitting on his knees by the door, lost in thought, and another Banqin's voice seemed to ring in his ears.
"Oh, what on earth are these two people talking about?"
She couldn't help but smile and lowered her head.
"My name is Fang Bocong." Prince Jin'an smiled, raised his head, put away his smile and said, "This is the name my father gave me..."
Father…
Banqin suddenly thought up his head and raised his head.
What?
Over there, Manager Cao stood a little impatiently in the courtyard, so he simply walked over to the corridor, gestured to Banqin, and then stretched out his hand, when he heard the young man in the house announcing his home.
"...I also have a name, which was given to me by the emperor, which is my current name. My name is Fang Wei, and my title is Jin'an."
Manager Cao couldn't take a breath and almost fell over. His outstretched hand did not make a gesture but pointed toward the room.
Fang! Titled Jin'an!
There are many people with the surname Fang in the world, but there is only one family that can be knighted, and that is the Fang royal family.
Prince of Jin'an... Prince of Jin'an!
It's him!
Jingcheng! Jingcheng! Manager Cao's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that the news in Beijing was talking about him?
Prince Jin'an ignored the surprise of Guanshi Cao and Banqin. He looked at the woman in front of him and saw that she was not scared at all.
"I think someone has already told you." He said with a slight smile.
"Are you talking about your identity?" Cheng Jiaoniang asked.
Prince Jin'an looked at her.
"You told me." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
"Me?" Prince Jin'an was stunned for a moment.
"Tea." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
Tea…
Prince Jin'an was slightly startled. He had given her tea from the palace, but he did not tell her that it was tea from the palace...unless she drank it on a certain occasion and someone mentioned...that it was from the palace on a certain occasion.
Not everyone can drink tribute tea...
"View the lanterns on Tianjie!" he said, raising his brows, shining his eyes, and stretched out his hand.
Cheng Jiaoniang nodded.
The prince of Jin'an County smiled, with a bit of guessing happiness, but happiness is always short-lived, especially for him now, there is probably no reason to be happy anymore.
"So I came here to seek medical advice," he said.
Banqin, who was sitting on the porch outside the door, felt that his mind was no longer able to turn around. It was more difficult to understand than before, and today it was even more dizzying with ups and downs.
Prince! People of the royal family! Seek medical attention!
What is the connection between these three?
Cheng Jiaoniang said oh.
"It's not me. I took the first step, and the patient is still behind." Prince Jin'an said, "I know your rules, so I brought the patient here for consultation."
Banqin outside the door had given up thinking and just let the words flow in and out of one ear.
Manager Cao, on the other hand, was still thinking about the rules. The royal people still abided by the wife's rules, but there was no sense of pride or excitement in his heart. Nothing in this world was free.
Otherwise, when Wu Qi sucked the pus from the soldier to heal his wounds, the soldier’s mother would not have cried loudly. [Note 1]
"Okay." Cheng Jiaoniang nodded and said.
Prince Jin'an looked at her, smiled, saluted and stood up.
"They walked slowly behind. I came to you first. It's great to find you. Then I will pick them up." He said.
Cheng Jiaoniang stood up to see her off, and the young man strode out with a bit of joy. Banqin and Manager Cao at the door bowed their heads and bowed their heads to see each other off.
When he reached the door, the young man suddenly stopped.
"Oh, by the way," he turned around and looked at Cheng Jiaoniang standing in the corridor as if thinking of something, "Are you going out?"
He pointed to the door and smiled.
"Did I delay you?"
Hasn’t this sentence been asked before?
Banqin couldn't help but look up at him, wondering why he was still asking, as if he wouldn't give up until he got an answer.
Cheng Jiaoniang looked at him and smiled.
"It's not really a delay," she said. "I didn't leave the previous period because I was preparing. Because the place I wanted to go to was a long way away, the preparations were longer. I've been ready in the past few days. As for starting a day earlier or a day later, it didn't matter.
Same."
"So, this is really a coincidence, right?" Prince Jin'an looked at her and asked with a smile.
Cheng Jiaoniang nodded.
"Yes." she said.
Prince Jin'an watched her smile spread, shining brightly in the morning light. He turned around and walked away without saying a word.
"Why did he ask this? He asked it several times." Banqin said in a low voice.
"I don't want to know why he asked this." Manager Cao murmured, "I just know that we didn't have time to leave after all."
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Note 1 "Historical Records. Biography of Sun Tzu Wu Qi" is the Duke of Wu who killed his wife to seek general. (To be continued)
