Seven days later, Zhu Yinuo recovered from his injury, but Mo Ming was still lying in the hospital.
Zhu Yinuo felt bored and was about to return to Jinling. The princess gave instructions one after another, and Zhu Yinuo also listened carefully and listened clearly to every word.
The princess no longer talks much, her face is kind, kind, yes, kind.
She gave Zhu Yinuo a thousand taels of silver notes from Jinling's "Tongbao Bank", which spoiled Zhu Yinuo.
Putting it this way, I am afraid that if the entire Da Ye is greedy for money, or to put it more simply, Zhu Yinuo, a son of a prince who is famous for being poor, is probably ranked high.
This can only be blamed on Zhu Yinuo's mother, whom he has never met. Zhu Yinuo wondered why his mother would ask his grandfather to limit his money every month, and even the monthly money of the two boys from the Li family. More than myself.
Especially Li Sanlang and Li Yunhong, a boy from a concubine actually stole his father's money every time without ever being punished, which was irritating.
Zhu Yinuo was cheerful and about to go out, but was stopped by the princess. When he turned around, his aunt was holding a scroll of calligraphy or drawings.
"With His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."
"Okay, then Yi Nuo will go back to Jinling first, and then come visit my aunt and uncle in a few days."
The princess covered her mouth and smiled, and wanted to reward the boy with a chestnut, but Zhu Yinuo dodged it.
Hearing the sound of horses whining, he immediately ran towards the gate of the villa, making excuses as he ran: "Aunt, Xiao Feichen can't wait any longer, Yinuo will leave first."
The princess smiled happily again and said: "This little Yinuo is really a child who will not grow up. Yes, if Yinuo can always be like a child, how can it not be bad?"
As an aunt, how can I not feel sad when I say these words?
Although the children of princes are born rich and noble, how can ordinary people understand the conflicts among them? How can it be bad to live a prosperous life and do nothing?
The princess suddenly said to herself, as if asking: "Do you really want Ming'er..."
The maids behind him were confused, but they were confused and did not dare to speak.
In front of the princess, the somewhat ethereal man in black shook his head and sighed. If the princess saw that his frown was the same as before, and heard him wailing: "If not, who would have provoked it?" I'm Lincheng Daliang?"
When I heard this, I was speechless. Xiao Yinuo, and my senior son...
I don't know whether it was thinking of her three nephews, the suffering of her own children, or the appearance of her husband, the once beautiful Princess Jinling couldn't help but burst into tears.
The world is like this. No matter how weak the boy is in a farmer's family, the whole family's livelihood still depends on a hoe in his hand, let alone an emperor's family.
I was about to say something more, but Mo Sang had disappeared. The princess wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, like an actor changing his face, changing his look like a heroine.
The princess suddenly thought of a popular saying about the Zhu and Mo family, "Those who are close to the vermilion will be red and those who are close to the ink will be black. If the Mohist family rebels, they will take away the vermilion."
Taking away the color of Zhu? Don’t you think it is Yan?
After Zhu Yinuo came down the mountain, the princess dismissed everyone and went to Mo Sang's study alone.
There is a masked swordsman in Tsing Yi who has been waiting in the study for a long time. He is dressed in Tsing Yi and carries a unique sword on his back. The scabbard looks a bit awkward, looking like a scabbard but also like a scabbard.
The swordsman knelt down on one knee and said respectfully: "See you, Princess!"
The princess ignored it and walked to the desk. She saw the ink mark of the word on the unfolded rice paper. She crumpled the paper into a ball, threw it into the bamboo basket and asked, "How?"
"Back to the princess, I'm late. San Heng and his eleven people have all drunkenly hated themselves."
When the swordsman in green said this number, his tone was somewhat sad.
The princess couldn't help but sit down and lean back on the chair, feeling a little dizzy.
San Heng and his eleven people died in her Mo County.
She asked again: "Do you know who he is?"
The swordsman in green shook his head and said nothing.
"You stay in Zhuangzi. The source of Qi will be damaged. You must not use force for half a year."
"Princess Princess..."
The man was still going to argue, but he heard a slap on the desk, and the lingering sound echoed around the study room and did not disperse for a long time.
The swordsman in green had no choice but to stand up, clasped his fists in salute, then took off the sword from his back, respectfully handed it to the princess with both hands, then slowly placed the sword on the desk, stepped back a few steps, and clasped his fists in salute again.
After that, he took off his scarf, revealing his gentle scholar's face, and then took off a few strands of blue silk from his body. The originally tight-fitting military uniform suddenly became as loose as a scholar's robe.
The princess grabbed a twenty-bone rosewood fan from the table and threw it towards the swordsman in blue. The man caught it steadily. After bowing, the Confucian scholar opened the door and was about to leave the study. Suddenly he stopped again and also
Without looking back, he asked: "Princess, may I return to Jinling to recuperate?"
"You don't need to worry about the safety of the young prince, Hu Lao has left Zhuangzi."
When Young Master Li San heard that Hu Lao had left Zhuangzi, he couldn't help but be overjoyed. Afterwards, Li Yunhong struggled a few times and finally spoke, "Princess Princess, I heard that His Highness the Crown Prince led a group of people to Mo County."
Upon hearing this, the princess frowned slightly, and then said: "Yun'er, it's true that I treat you well, but you must not forget that the Li family is always the Li family of Jinling City. In the future, things like this will only lead to death.
In the belly.”
Li Yunhong naturally understood the princess's intentions, bowed in salute, and then went out.
The princess looked at the sword on the table. This sword was given to this baby by her four years ago. At that time, your baby was only fourteen years old. In the past four years, the sword has been chipped so many times that she no longer remembers it.
She only remembered that the sword was broken three times, and the doll also passed through the gate of hell three times.
I heard the wife of the Mo family murmuring softly: "If your Li family loses you as the leader, I will teach you how to deal with your Zhang Yide-like father in the underworld."
The swordsman in green, or the scholar in blue, just walked out of the door, walked three hundred steps and passed the corner of the pavilion, and punched the white wall hard. Not only was there a mark on the white wall, there was even a small hole.
The scholar in Tsing Yi took a few deep breaths to calm down his emotions, and with a "pop" sound, he opened his fan very skillfully and gracefully, and walked towards his private room in the villa.
If you are worried about trivial matters, since they are not available, then don’t think too much about them. What is more pleasant than having a good meal, a good sleep, and a dream?
What the scholar in Tsing Yi didn't know was that his hateful action just now was noticed by someone, Yin Li and Mo Qu'er, who looked like a maid but didn't look like a maid.
Mo Qu'er lamented, and Yin Li was confused, but she heard Qu'er explain: "Every time the third young master comes to the village, he will be lectured by the master, saying that he comes from a noble family and does not look like a scholar. But the wife treats him like a literati.
The young prince is usually doting, but for some reason this time, when he is not here, my wife seems to be harsh on the third young master on his behalf."
"Oh, what kind of person is this third young master? I have never seen him before."
Qu'er pouted, obviously not very fond of the scholar in Tsing Yi, and her tone showed disdain. She heard her say: "The young lady married the young owner two years ago. These three young masters and Zhu Yinuo are out of stock."
Similarly, he also went on a trip two years ago. Zhu Yinuo was extremely drunk on the day of the young village owner and young lady’s engagement party, and left Lincheng the next day. The third young master left early and came back early.
, the third young master has never been to Zhuangzi, so the young lady has seen the first young master and the second young master, but has never seen the third young master. Compared with the first young master, the third young master is far behind. Let’s put it this way, the first young master and the young master of the village
Comparatively, the beauty of autumn is equally divided, yes, that’s the word. When comparing the Third Young Master with Zhu Yinuo, bah, bah, bah, Zhu Yinuo was led astray by the Third Young Master.”
Yin Li covered her mouth and sneered, then gave Qu'er a chestnut and teased: "You are the only one who dares to slander our young prince of Lincheng and the third son of the aristocratic family like this, Mo Qu'er."
"Where is the slander? I am telling the truth. Have you ever seen a scholar pick out his crotch with his hands every day and hang out in the alley all day long? Whoever marries the Third Young Master in the future will really see smoke rising from their ancestors' graves. They are angry.
of green smoke.”
The wind picked up and it was a bit chilly.
Yin Li burst out laughing. She looked at the sky outside the villa again, her tone returned to calmness, and she led Qu'er slowly towards the gate of the villa. Her voice was as clear as a bell and she said: "Qu'er, I'm almost running out of rouge.
, you accompany me down the mountain and then go to 'Chu He Fang' to buy some."
"Okay, okay, I heard that there is a rouge made from violet flower juice. You can apply it on your eyelids. It's beautiful."
Qu'er also closed her left eye and pointed at her left eyelid with her right index finger.
Yin Li, however, was not very interested in this, and said in a jokingly disdainful tone: "What's so good about foreigners' flowers?"
After all, it was just a joke. The two of them went down the mountain and arrived at the "Chu He Fang". They were not sure who was picking the spoiler.
The fat is picked regardless of its origin.
Let's talk about Zhu Yinuo, a man riding a horse Fei Chen, jumping on the official road that belongs to him alone.
The young prince of Jinling is as familiar with the two hundred miles from Mo County to Jinling as he is with the restaurants on the banks of the Qinhuai River in Jinling City.
Zhu Yinuo also humiliated his younger brother Wang Zi. He did not hold the reins with both hands on the horse, but instead counted the stack of twenty silver notes over and over again.
The first eighteen cards here have a denomination of fifty taels, one has a denomination of one hundred taels, and one has a denomination of two hundred taels. The total is one thousand two hundred taels.
Zhu Yinuo was not very happy, because it was really troublesome to exchange these 100 taels for the 200 taels of banknotes. If he went to the underground bank, he would have to take away 20% of the black goods.
However, I felt happy after touching the nine hundred taels of silver notes that I could spend so much. I thought that when I left the city and traveled around the world, I only had one thousand taels of expenses.
At that time, when Zhu Jiannan gave him the one thousand taels in exchange, Zhu Yinuo was extremely happy. It was a full one thousand taels, and his monthly income was only thirty taels.
Nowadays, my aunt is afraid that she has not seen her for too long, and she feels hurt when she sees herself getting hurt sometimes.
Thinking like this, Zhu Yinuo suddenly felt that if he didn't spend all his money in the future and get hurt, he would live in Tianshui Villa for ten days or months. This was a good way to make money.
Zhu Yinuo regretted not pretending to be a rich man in front of that boy Li Yunhong before leaving Tianshui Villa. Trouble, trouble came to greet him first.
Hearing the howling of the wind, the little fly on the crotch was startled, and regardless of the owner's instructions, he spread his hooves and started to speed up suddenly.
Zhu Yinuo was stunned, and immediately put all the banknotes into his chest pocket and held the reins tightly.
It's not that Zhu Yinuo is so sharp, it's that Zhu Yinuo knows that a spiritual horse like Xiao Feichen knows how to time his temper.
Xiao Feichen ran wildly for three or four miles when he heard the sound of breaking wind. Zhu Yinuo didn't see clearly what kind of hidden weapon it was, so he instinctively leaned back.
Although the assassin was not allowed to complete the fatal blow, his movements were too slow and the tip of his nose was cut open by a hidden weapon.
The nose was no better than the rest of the human face, and the tip of the nose was cut open with a hidden weapon, causing heartbreaking pain.
Zhu Yinuo snorted, wiped away the blood that overflowed from the tip of his nose with his thumb, tightened the reins of the horse, kicked the horse's belly hard, and started to escape.
Those who can use concealed weapons to make sneak attacks have obviously been waiting there for a long time. Since they are assassins guarding there, it is easy to get rid of them with Xiao Feichen's divine horse ability.
However, even if a good horse runs thousands of miles without losing breath, how can it outrun flying arrows?
"Whoosh", "whoosh" and "whoosh" were broken three times and then turned into "whoosh", "whoosh" and "whoosh", which frightened Zhu Yinuo.
He traveled around the world and met a bow and horse instructor in Wanfeng City. He had more than thirty soldiers. All of them were able to use first-class nine-double bows in battle, regardless of time. If there was preparation or a stalemate, he would be even more powerful.
A man who draws a bow is worth one stone and five buckets.
The sound he heard at that time was also "whoosh", but the ending sound was longer. And "whoosh" was the instructor who filled the three-stone iron bow and shot down the wild geese flying by three hundred paces away.
The arrow flew out without a shadow. Goodbye, it was already time for the flying geese to land.
Xiao Feichen neighed and sped up again.
Hearing the sound of weapons being exchanged, Zhu Yinuo glanced back and saw a short man in a light blue burlap uniform with a shiny spear in his hand, standing on the official road with his back to him.
Was this person the one who shot down the flying arrow?
Zhu Yinuo didn't think too much and kicked Xiao Feichen in the horse's belly again. The pain made Xiao Feichen neigh again and he ran as fast as he could for his life.
On the official road, the short gunman seemed to be in a dilemma when facing the assassin who was no longer hiding. He was not afraid of having many enemies, but he was afraid of being recognized by others. Fortunately, he also had a monkey-faced visor to make it blurry.
One one two three.
The monkey-faced gunslinger swung the spear in his hand, whistling in the wind, and the gun flowers were so beautiful that one could applaud from the bottom of his heart.
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah, this time the loss is big."
The monkey-faced gunman turned around and glanced. Fortunately, the ignorant young prince of Jinling had already run away, so he no longer had any worries.
Come to think of it, when I saw this kid in a restaurant that day, he actually got into a fight with me. However, if it weren't for the kid's argument that day and made me happy, I would be willing to risk my life to save him.