Your violence is too much 086 Your skills are nothing, I look down on you

  "Your Highness, I dare not." Mu Hanjin's eyes met hers, the corners of his mouth still hinting at a faint smile. Not that he didn't dare, but rather, he couldn't bear to.

  Feng Ao Tian looked at him, reached out and pulled him into his own arms, holding him tightly, "You'd better not deceive me, otherwise..."

  "Otherwise what?" Mu Hanjin's voice became extremely soft, as if she wanted to envelop him in all her gentle light within her cold and stern gaze.

  "Grandfather will bite you to pieces and swallow you whole." Feng Ao Tian said in a low voice, through the silk fabric, he bit down on his shoulder, biting fiercely.

  Mu Hanjin didn't feel a hint of pain, but instead slightly raised her hand and put it around his waist, looking at him with slightly curved eyebrows.

  Lan Xuan sat to the side, gazing at the scene before him. His warm and gentle eyes flashed with a hint of faintness. He didn't understand why Mu Hanjin had suddenly changed like this. Nor did he know that the king's overbearing nature was actually so gentle. He suddenly recalled the days they spent together in Lianghuai, how she applied medicine for him, jumped into the river to save him...

  Marquis Feng stood outside the bedroom and said in a low voice, "Lady Lan, your bath is ready."

  "Hmm." Lan Jingxuan gazed at the two people leaning against each other in front of him, then slowly stood up and walked towards the inner hall.

  This place, he saw it so clearly for the first time in broad daylight, looking at the tool rack not far away, he couldn't help but tremble a few times, looking at that familiar bed, his mind flashed with those unbearable pictures, he hastily closed his eyes tightly, gathered up great courage, and slowly opened them again. When he saw Feng Yuqi lying peacefully on the bed, his gaze flickered with a hint of darkness, then stepped behind the screen, looking at the clothes he usually wore, which were already prepared. He took a deep breath, raised his hand, untied the belt around his waist, lightly undid his robes, and his clothes fell to the ground. His skin as white as jade reflected in the soft light spilling from the window, emitting an enchanting glow.

  The wound on his waist had scabbed over, and the scar on his arm was now a faint pink. He slowly stepped into the bathtub, submerging his body, looked up, gazing ahead, scooped up water with his fingers, slid it over his arm, hand, and chest, caressing the spot where the wound still throbbed slightly.

  He raised his slender white neck, and the misty air swirled around him, spreading all around. He slowly closed his eyes, and before he knew it, he had fallen asleep.

  Feng Ao Tian lowered his gaze, looking at Mu Han Jin's slightly pale face, thinking that he had been overworking these days. He then laid him flat on the soft couch, "Three days later, if you see a red line on your wrist after vomiting blood, try it."

  Mo Han's gentle eyes sparkled with a soft light, and he reached out to grasp her hand in his palm, reluctant to let go. He had already made up his mind.

  Feng Ao Tian turned his gaze, looking at the screen behind him, and saw that Lan Xuan had not yet come out. He looked at him and said, "You rest."

  "Yes." Mu Hanjin replied in a low voice, slowly closing his eyes.

  Feng Ao Tian got up from the soft couch and walked into the inner hall, passing through the screen, he saw Lan Jing Shu lying asleep in the bathtub, a faint smile on his lips. He thought that after being shot by an arrow last time, he had not rested well, and these days had been busy running around, now, indeed, could not bear it.

  She walked forward by herself, picked up a clean robe and handed it over to him, reached out her hand to lift him out of the bathtub, covered him with a brocade cloak, and carried him out from behind the screen.

  Lan Yun was still somewhat vigilant, raised her eyes to see Feng Ao Tian's cold and stern gaze, lowered her head to find herself wearing only a thin shirt lying in his arms.

  His handsome face was covered with a thin layer of light pink, his eyes cast down, quietly leaning in her arms, not daring to move.

  Feng Ao Tian looked at Lan Yun Shu, and suddenly thought of his imperial brother who was as gentle as jade. However, with the same temperament, Lan Yun Shu had a few more parts of arrogance and stubbornness in his bones, whereas his imperial brother...

  Feng Ao Tian thought of this and felt that she was even more confused now, true or false, she couldn't tell either.

  Feng Ao Tian carried him to the bed, put him down, and gazed at Feng Yun Qi who was lying on his side, a hint of ruthlessness flashing in his heart.

  Lan Xuan's book lay quietly, but was extremely uneasy. Looking at Feng Ao Tian's cold eyes, the past appeared in his mind. He slightly closed his eyes, waiting for what would happen next.

  Phoenix Ao Tian gazed at Blue Yun Shu, her fingers tracing over his smooth skin, causing a shiver to run down his spine. The scene in the cave flashed through his mind, and he couldn't help but feel his face heat up, his eyes fluttering open to gaze at Phoenix Ao Tian's smiling face. He was taken aback once more, his body tensed as he stared at her.

  Feng Ao Tian raised his hand and covered him with a brocade quilt, placing the palm of his hand over his eyes. "Rest, you'll take office tomorrow."

  Lan Xuan hadn't reacted yet, when Feng Ao Tian stood up and turned to leave. He stared blankly at her receding figure, raised his eyes to look at the sky, but had a feeling of being in a different world. Suddenly, he felt that this place wasn't as frightening as before. Drowsiness crept over him, and before he knew it, he fell fast asleep.

  Feng Ao Tian walked into the hall, only to see no one on the soft couch. She walked into the study and saw him sitting on the soft couch, reviewing the memorial. Her eyes flashed with a hint of helplessness, then she stepped forward, sat in front of him, "More and more presumptuous, not even listening to Master's words."

  Mu Hanjin looked at her, "Finish reviewing it earlier, isn't Wangye still going to meet someone today?"

  Feng Ao Tian raised an eyebrow, "Hmm." Then, he picked up his brush and began to review the memorial that had been presented to him, one by one.

  In the study, the soothing sandalwood fragrance wafted, and the two quietly reviewed the memorials...

  Xing Wuyun felt that he must have taken a wrong turn somewhere, why did he keep running into this Qian Ning princess every time? The first time was a coincidence, the second time was accidental, so what about the third time?

  "Xing Tongling..." Feng Qian Ning looked at Xing Wu Yun in front of her, and hastily ran over with a big smile on her pretty face. Her appearance was similar to that of Feng Ao Tian, but unfortunately, it was only skin-deep.

  Xing Wuyun forced a faint smile and bowed slightly, saying, "Your subordinate pays respects to Princess Qian Cong."

  Phoenix Qian Ning's body was followed closely by Jade Nurse, who saw Xing Wu Yun from afar and hurriedly stepped forward, pulling Qian Ning Gongzhu along, "Your Highness, let's return to the palace."

  Feng Qian Ning pointed at Xing Wu Yun, "Yu Niang Niang, this person is very interesting, I want him to play with me."

  Xing Wuyun listened, and suddenly a black cloud emerged from his heart. Was he the kind of person who accompanied others for fun? He was busy going to find his master now. Thinking of this, he hurriedly smiled and said, "Princess Qian Cong, I have important business at hand and really don't have time to accompany you to relax."

  "No, I want you to stay with me." Feng Qian Ning stepped forward, suddenly grabbing Xing Wu Yun's sleeve, pouting and refusing to let go.

  Xing Wuyun felt somewhat helpless, but he couldn't openly push the princess away, so he took a step back and continued, "Princess Qian Cong, I really..."

  "If you don't play with me, I'll cry for you to see." Feng Qian Ning said as she sat down on the ground, kicking her legs, completely like a child who refused to grow up.

  Xing Wuyun thought he was already one of the most muddle-headed people, but he never expected that he would meet a master now. The person in front of him surpassed him in every way.

  Madam Yu saw the situation and hastily bent down to help Feng Qianqin up, but she was pushed to the ground by her. Madam Yu looked at Feng Qianqin and said helplessly, "Your Highness, you'd better go back to the palace with me. If Her Majesty sees this, you'll be in trouble."

  "No, the Empress Dowager is too scary, I don't want to see her." Feng Qianjing was frightened as soon as she heard the name of the Empress Dowager, and quickly scrambled up from the ground, then turned around and ran away.

  Madam Yu raised her eyes and met Xiang Wuyun's puzzled gaze. She hastily bowed and said, "This old servant will take her leave first."

  As he spoke, he turned around and ran after Feng Qianying's figure.

  Xing Wuyun suddenly remembered Feng Qianying's expression just now, and felt a little strange. He also thought that this matter had nothing to do with him, why bother so much? Instead of wasting his mind on this, he might as well go find Wine Uncle. Thinking of this, he quickened his pace and headed towards the side courtyard.

  As he approached the side hall, he walked over with a smile, "Master, disciple has arrived."

  The old wine seller turned his eyes and looked at him, "Go and wash all these jars clean."

  As he spoke, he pointed to a pile of jars on one side. Xing Wuyun looked over and saw that there were more than 200 jars. He shifted his body and turned to look at the wine shop owner, who was no longer paying attention to him.

  He twitched the corner of his mouth, well, who made him an apprentice? Apprentices are naturally used for chores. He then picked up a basin and squatted in a corner, starting to clean up.

  The wine shop owner turned his gaze, looking at his back, the face that was always not talkative and smiling, at this moment, there were more wrinkles between his eyebrows.

  Lan Xuan woke up to find that the sky had already darkened, and she got out of bed by herself. Looking at her surroundings, she realized that she was indeed back in reality and not dreaming.

  He lifted the quilt, got out of bed, and only then discovered that he was wearing only a gown, his face slightly red. He hastily went behind the screen to dress properly before coming out.

  Feng Ao Tian leaned against the door frame of the inner hall, watching Lan Xuan Shu approach her with caution. A faint smile played on her lips as he stood before her. She reached out and took his hand, "How come you're back and yet so shy? Do you remember in the mountain cave, you were quite the initiator?"

  Feng Ao Tian said, and then lifted her hand that was holding his, "Master used this very hand to take care of things for you."

  Lan Yun's face turned even redder as he heard this, and when he looked up, his eyes met Mu Hanjin's gaze. A hint of melancholy flashed across his eyes before he looked away, turning to Feng Ao Tian instead. "Your Highness, regarding the Two Huai affair, I..."

  "Let's not talk about national affairs today, since we're back, let's rest first. Whatever it is, we can discuss it tomorrow." Feng Ao Tian saw that Lan Xuan Shu was competing with Mu Han Jin and smiled deeply, thinking that he had always been at odds with the world, his warm temperament, over the years, naturally regarded Mu Han Jin as his close friend, but this close friend had said those harsh words to him, if it were her, she would have turned against him.

  Mo Hanjin knew that his words were too heavy, but at that moment, he really wanted to kill everyone who could get close to her, no matter who. However, over time, he changed his mind. Perhaps she shouldn't have only him in her heart, and there should be more people accompanying her. That way, when he left, she wouldn't become sad because of him, after all, there would still be people accompanying her on the road ahead, right?

  Mu Hanjin stepped forward and looked at Lan Jingxue, "Jingxue, regarding the matter last time, I apologize."

  Having said that, he bowed his head and made a bow to him.

  Lan Yun's eyes widened slightly, and he looked at Mu Hanjin's sincere words. He seemed to have thought of something, but then felt that he was being too petty, so he continued in a warm tone, "There is no need for such formality between us."

  Mu Hanjin smiled faintly and looked at him, "In that case, let's just laugh it off and forget our past grievances."

  "That's great." Lan Jingxue smiled and replied.

  Feng Ao Tian didn't say a word either, and continued walking forward, then stopped in front of them, looking at the two people, "Both of you sit down."

  "Yes." Mu Hanjin and Lan Xuan sat down immediately.

  During the meal, the three of them didn't speak, quietly finishing their dinner. Feng Ao Tian then looked at Mu Han Jin, "Jing Shu has just returned to the capital, you know that. You two have always been inseparable, now is a good opportunity. I have something to attend to outside, you two can chat."

  "Yes." Mu Hanjin replied in a warm voice.

  Lan Xuan also lowered his head and watched as Feng Ao Tian left. He turned to Mu Han Jin, "Are you serious?"

  "Hmm." Mu Hanjin looked at Lan Jing Shu, "Let's go out for a walk."

  Lan Jing nodded, and for the two of them, this Regent's Palace was already all too familiar. Even every blade of grass and tree here, they were all clear and understood. These past two years, their days had been like years, and they had been as withered as dead wood.

  "Shall we go to Qinghui Pavilion or Jinxuan Pavilion?" Mu Hanjin asked while walking.

  "Let's return to Qingtian Xuan Pavilion."

  "Good." Mu Hanjin raised her eyes and looked at the scenery in front of her. "Ask whatever you want to ask."

  "What do you want to say to me?" Lan Jing Shu knew Mu Han Jin's temperament, he had martial arts skills, and was able to keep it from him for so long, probably because even those close to him didn't know he practiced martial arts.

  "All I can say is that in this life, the prince is destined to be mine." Mu Hanjin gazed sideways, her narrow and long eyes shining with a firm gaze.

  Lan Yun smiled faintly and said, "You really fell in love with her?"

  "Hmm." Mu Hanjin also found it strange. The pain of the past two years had been his nightmare, but now, facing her, his heart was filled with love, without a hint of resentment. If there was any hatred, it would be that he hated himself for not being able to grow old with her.

  Lan Yun Shu turned his gaze and looked at the sky in front of him, "If one day I also have feelings for her, will you kill me?"

  "I won't, now I hope you can stay by her side, understand her goodness, understand her differences, walk into her heart, and accompany her with care. Mu Hanjin said faintly, because in this world, there are really not many people he can trust, and not many people he wants to entrust."

  Lan Jing's eyes gazed sideways, watching his elegant profile, and he couldn't help but pause. What was it that made him willing to give up a man's dignity to fall in love with another man? They both knew that for the past two years, they had been hiding how much desperation and humiliation they felt in their hearts, and were forced to endure it. But now, wasn't the storm finally over? So why did he alone get trapped in it?

  What happened during those days when he left Beijing? Why did everything change? It seems that it has nothing to do with him anymore.

  Yi Mu Qing's slender figure appeared unexpectedly in front of them, and from a distance, he saw Lan Jun Shu. A gentle voice rose up, "I didn't know you were back too."

  Lan Yun Shu withdrew his gaze from Mu Han Jin and looked at Yi Wu, but felt that something was different. He smiled lightly and said, "I just returned today."

  "Let's go sit there for a bit." Yi Mu felt that his body had improved a lot in the past few days, and today was a good day to come out and take a walk. Since he entered the Regent Prince's estate, he had been confined to that quiet and cold courtyard, unable to leave even if he wanted to. Now, looking at the two familiar faces before him, he also felt a sense of camaraderie in their shared suffering.

  Lan Yun and Mu Hanjin exchanged a smile, then returned to the Plum Fragrance Pavilion with Yi Mu. The three of them sat under the plum tree, on the stone table were several small dishes, as well as some plum blossom wine personally brewed by Yi Mu.

  "It's easy to get drunk and I'll pour a cup first. Let's raise our glasses and look at each other, 'For the three of us to reunite again, cheers.'"

  Lan Yun's handsome face also revealed a rare hint of casualness, as he raised his cup and looked at Mu Hanjin and Yi Mu, "Well, for the three of us to still be alive and drinking like this, cheers."

  Mu Hanjin held up his cup, wondering how many more days like this he could have. He smiled lightly and said in a warm voice, "Cheers."

  Three people drank together and finished it, then poured full wine again.

  Lan Xuan looked at Yi Mu and said, "Your body has recovered a lot now."

  "En." Yi Mu nodded and looked up at Mu Hanjin, "This is also thanks to the king's wonderful prescription."

  Lan Yun's eyes widened slightly as she too fixed her gaze on Mu Hanjin, "I didn't expect that the prince would have such skills."

  Mo Hanjin stared at the wine in his cup, "She, and many of you, are not fully understood. In fact, even I don't completely understand her. She hides her own thoughts too deeply, she can easily see through everyone's mind, but has never thought about revealing a bit of her own mind, letting others see clearly."

  Lan Yun and Yi Mu looked at Mu Hanjin's expression, couldn't help but sigh in their hearts, the two also had a tacit understanding, and then they shared a cup together.

  Mu Hanjin raised her eyes and looked at the two of them, a smile playing on her lips. "The imperial examination is approaching, although I know you have exceptional talent, it's still necessary to review and learn new things."

  Yi Mu smiled and said, "Can I really go take the imperial examination?"

  "The prince has ordered it, is there any reason for you not to go?" Mu Hanjin continued, "Your father asked for the assignment today and led his troops to quell the rebellion in the southwest."

  "I know." Yi Mu's eyes dimmed for a moment. "It's just a pity that this body of mine is completely useless."

  Mu Hanjin smiled again, "The fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold. Your body is indeed delicate and weak, but your talent cannot be wasted in vain. If you can pass this test, your future prospects will be boundless."

  "Even so, I don't have that kind of fate." Yi Mu's eyebrows were also gathering with melancholy clouds, and he said quietly, tilting his head back to down a cup of wine.

  Lan Yun looked at Yi Wu like this, "Perhaps, many things, you and I need to re-examine. The current prince is no longer the former prince. The future of Feng Guo may still have hope."

  Mu Hanjin looked at Lan Junshu and Yi Mu, smiling faintly without speaking. Yes, it's not just hope, perhaps in the near future, the whole world will be Feng Ao Tian's, but unfortunately, he won't live to see that day.

  His eyebrows and eyes also flashed a faint sadness, he raised his hand, lifted the cup, "Yi Mu, tomorrow, I'll accompany you back to the manor, how about that?"

  Yi Mu's figure paused for a moment, looking at Mu Hanjin, "Unattainable."

  "Tomorrow I'll also return home for a visit." Lan Xuan thought about his father being dismissed from office, now that he had just returned to the capital, it was also two years since he hadn't gone back home to take a look.

  Mu Hanjin smiled softly and said, "Come on, let's toast to our regained freedom."

  Three people raised their voices and laughed together, then drank together. On this night, the bright moon was in the sky, under the plum blossom tree, with a faint fragrance.

  Xing Wuyun came out of the imperial palace, intending to return to his residence. He raised his eyes and looked at the time, only then remembering that there was still a lively scene to watch tonight. Immediately, he flew towards the wine tower.

  Feng Ao Tian did not rush to go, but strolled leisurely on the streets at midnight. Now it was already late at night, and there were few pedestrians on the street. She walked while appreciating the rare comfort.

  A figure fell down, she didn't turn around, but said in a light tone, "You're quite good at joining the excitement."

  Xing Wuyun immediately walked beside her, "Not watching the excitement is foolish."

  Feng Ao Tian smiled shallowly and ignored him, continuing to walk forward. Her hands deftly played with the folding fan, just like when they first met, she was standing in the Furuong Pavilion, watching him step by step walking down.

  Xing Wuyun glanced sideways, gazing at her, and for some reason, he had an extremely comfortable feeling. He slightly pursed his lips, thinking that these past two days were like a monk's life - no wine, no beautiful women, truly ascetic.

  Feng Ao Tian turned his gaze, looking at him with a gloomy expression, hooked his lips into a smile, and then reached out to pat his shoulder. His red lips slowly approached his ear, "Thinking of wine or thinking of beauties?"

  "We all think so." Xing Wuyun turned his eyes, a gentle touch slipped past his ear, he was taken aback for a moment, and then replied.

  "Or, I'll accompany you to the Hibiscus Pavilion?" Feng Ao Tian thought that the current Hibiscus Pavilion was redecorated by her, and all the people inside had been replaced with hers, except for that Mei Er who was still there.

  Xing Wuyun listened and sighed, "Forget it, can't drink. Looking and smelling is also good." He readily agreed, "Good."

  Feng Ao Tian let out a loud laugh and headed towards the Furan Pavilion. At this moment, it was the most lively time. The people who came saw Feng Ao Tian and hurriedly went forward to greet him, "Master..."

  "Hmm." Feng Ao Tian looked at the woman beside him, about thirty years old, more astute than the old mother before, but with a cold and detached air, obviously the result of many years of training.

  Xing Wuyun looked at the old woman in front of him and felt that his previous one had indeed lowered several grades. He turned to Feng Ao Tian, "Your Highness, where did you find such a talented person?"

  "The Buddha said, it can't be said." Feng Ao Tian raised his folding fan and hit Xing Wu Yun's head with it. Then the two of them stepped into the Furuong Pavilion.

  Inside the pavilion, everything is brand new and has a unique flavor. On the stage, charming women are dancing sensually and seductively, constantly throwing flirtatious glances at the audience below, while the men in the audience shout loudly with excitement.

  Xing Wuyun thought he had walked into the wrong place, and hurriedly rubbed his eyes. When he opened them again, it was still the same. Then, Xing Wuyun looked to one side and saw that it had been converted into a gambling den. The two of them went upstairs to the second floor, where they saw that the entire floor had been transformed into a large private room. Beautiful women of all kinds were lying on beds, some pure and lovely, some charming and seductive, some warm and elegant, and some with fiery figures. They were posing in provocative poses, while different men stood beside them. In the middle, a man was standing holding a hammer, and the men below were looking at the women lying on the beds, shouting out prices according to the numbers on the signs above.

  Xing Wuyun blinked again, he was only a month away from the future, this place, how did it become like this? He turned his gaze to Feng Ao Tian, "What is going on here?"

  "Don't you understand? In this auction, the women here are all top-notch beauties, each one has undergone special training and is absolutely a rare treasure. Where can you easily get customers? Of course, it's the highest bidder who gets them." Feng Ao Tian said calmly.

  "So that's how it is." Xing Wuyun nodded and looked at Feng Ao Tian, feeling that she was absolutely a business genius. He then leaned in close and said in a low voice, "Your Highness, this was your idea."

  "Hmm." Feng Ao Tian took Xing Wu Yun to take a look around, then went up to the third floor. The people on the third floor were even more crowded than those below. There was only one woman upstairs, separated by a beaded curtain, making it impossible to see her clearly. However, Xing Wu Yun had taken one glance and knew who this woman was. Yet, he felt that she didn't seem like herself, for compared to before, she was even more charming and captivating. With just one glance, he could tell that she was a born seductress.

  "Isn't that Mei'er?" Xing Wuyun rubbed his eyes, took another look, and then turned to Feng Ao Tian, "Your Highness, no need to say it, I understand too, it's another auction."

  "Hmm." Feng Ao Tian nodded, "One throw of a thousand gold, this is the starting price."

  Xing Wuyun blinked his eyes, thinking that although the capital was not as good as Lianghuai, it was still a place where wealthy merchants gathered. Even if there were wars outside, this place was still a paradise of wealth and luxury. They would rather spend their silver here than throw it away to save those poor people dying on the streets. This is the nature of human beings.

  Feng Ao Tian brought Xing Wu Yun directly to the fourth floor, which was very quiet and had been renovated. It was a rooftop with an open sky, Xing Wu Yun looked at the rocking chair in front of him and sat down, tilting his head, he could see the entire street clearly, just right, he glanced sideways and saw the wine building across the way.

  The old lady hastily took the account book of Furong Pavilion and walked over, respectfully handing it to Feng Ao Tian, "Your Highness, please take a look."

  Feng Ao Tian took over the account book and flipped through it one by one, then pointed to a place, "Who is this person?"

  "He is the son of the Minister of Justice." The old lady's name was Cuiyun, and she was a secret guard in the palace.

  "A son of the Minister of Justice, yet so extravagant. It seems that I, the king, have let a big fish slip away. The last collection was not thorough." Feng Ao Tian's eyes flashed with calculation as he looked at Xing Wu Yun, "You, do you know him?"

  "It's definitely not to the liking of Master Wang." Xing Wuyun thought that this son of the Minister of Justice was notoriously a tyrannical and overbearing bully, who rampaged through the capital every day, oppressing women and being arrogant with his wealth. However, his appearance was truly not worthy of praise.

  Feng Ao Tian raised an eyebrow, indeed, she had never seen this son of the Minister of Justice before, but all the men with exceptional looks in the capital were already in her palace, if not, they would be considered misfits.

  "This one?" Feng Ao Tian pointed at another person again.

  "This is the son of the Minister of Revenue." Cui Yun said again.

  "These two must be colluding with each other?" Feng Ao Tian said in a deep voice.

  "Your Highness, not at all." Xing Wuyun lay comfortably on the chaise longue, tapping his leg with a grape, and then swallowed it, saying with a flourish, "Those two are born enemies. Whenever one of them takes a liking to someone, the other must snatch that person away, often fighting over a woman."

  Feng Ao Tian sidled a glance at him, "Since this Furen Pavilion was yours before, shouldn't you be like that too?"

  Xing Wuyun curled up the corners of his mouth, "I am more noble than them, although I spend my days lingering among the flowers, yet not a single petal clings to me."

  Feng Ao Tian's mouth twitched slightly, and he no longer looked at him, turning his gaze to the side where Cui Yun was standing. "Tonight, have they all arrived?"

  "Yes." Cuiyun replied.

  "Who are they here for today?" Feng Ao Tian asked slowly.

  "Mei'er." Cuiyun replied respectfully.

  "Go and ask for a price." Feng Ao Tian looked at Xing Wu Yun and continued.

  "No." Xing Wuyun hastily shook his head and said, "I don't have any silver."

  Feng Ao Tian raised an eyebrow, "No need, you just name the price, the higher the better. I'd like to see how much they can offer."

  "Prince, I really don't know where you cultivated this black heart of yours." Xing Wuyun already knew the outcome of those two guys outside, and with a curl of his lip, he stood up and strolled out.

  Cuiyun watched Xing Wuyun leave, standing on one side, looking at Feng Ao Tian continuing to look at the account book.

  "All these silver coins have been stored by our king for future use, what about the preparations of the other twelve small countries' branches?" Feng Ao Tian asked.

  "It's all arranged now, and within two months, they will be in operation one after another." Cuiyun replied softly.

  "Hmm." Feng Ao Tian nodded, "You go take a look too."

  "Yes." Cuiyun nodded and then backed out.

  Feng Ao Tian raised her eyes, looking at the wine house across the street, still a pitch black, it seemed that this person was not going to see her tonight. Thinking of this, she curled up a faint smile on her mouth, looking at the sky, there was still an hour left.

  Xing Wu Yun apparently lacked enthusiasm, slowly walking to the third floor, and saw two people sitting in the front row, one fat and one thin, one with a pig head and ears, the other with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, shouting prices while staring angrily at each other.

  Xing Wuyun cleared his throat lightly and sat down between the two of them.

  The two of them were also stunned for a moment, the fat one on the right was the son of the Minister of Justice, and the thin one on the left was the son of the Minister of Revenue. When they saw Xing Wuyun, the two of them immediately raised their eyebrows.

  Fat boy loudly laughed and said, "Hey, isn't this Xing Gongzi? You're not in the Regent Prince's mansion now, what are you doing here at Furuong Pavilion?"

  "Is it? Can't His Highness satisfy you?" The thin man joked immediately.

  Xing Wuyun's stunningly beautiful face, a pair of peach blossom eyes slightly curved, revealing an alluring smile, red lips slightly raised, and even more elegant and refined. He lightly lifted his sleeves and said faintly, "Alas, what's good about staying in the Regent Prince's mansion? It's better to be at the Hibiscus Pavilion, with a beauty in one's arms, warm, fragrant, soft, and jade-like, right, my beautiful one?"

  Behind the beaded curtain, Mei'er gazed at Xing Wuyun, a hint of enchanting charm flashing across her eyebrows and eyes. Her lips curled slightly as she smiled faintly and said, "It's been a long time since you've come, young master."

  Xing Wuyun smiled freely and said, "Beautiful girl, tonight you'll accompany this old master properly."

  "Gongzi......" Mei'er's voice was like a gentle breeze that seeped into one's bones, and it was even more enchanting and soul-stirring. The people outside were all entranced by the sound of her voice.

  The fat and thin men beside him hastily exchanged glances, reached an agreement, and it can be seen that in the face of common interests, once a third party appears, the original battlefield between two people becomes three, how to coordinate this situation, then, there must be two people unite to deal with the new invader. So, it is said that there are no eternal friends in this world, and naturally, there are no eternal enemies.

  The man in front held a wooden hammer and knocked on the table in front of him, then started to shout out prices. "Starting price is one thousand two, please gentlemen bid!"

  "Two thousand two." Xing Wuyun hooked his lips into a smile and continued to shout while holding up the sign.

  "Two thousand five hundred taels." The fatty added immediately.

  "Three thousand two." The thin man hastily raised the price.

  "Four thousand taels." Xing Wuyun shouted immediately after.

  "Four thousand five hundred taels." The thin man hastily followed.

  "This young master is worth five thousand taels." The fat man replied without showing any weakness.

  The young masters behind him also followed suit, and the already lively hall became even more bustling with people. Some were indeed watching the excitement, seeing the price go higher and higher, and many of the young masters were also waiting and not making a move.

  "Half a million taels!" Xing Wuyun shouted out loudly, without any pressure at all.

  "I'll give 110,000 taels." The fat man shouted immediately.

  "I'll also contribute 110,000 taels." The thin man hastily shouted out loud.

  Xing Wuyun looked at the two people in front of him, it seemed that they were indeed wealthy, then he snapped his fingers, "This young master won't add any more."

  The fatty and the skinny man raised their eyebrows, looking at Xing Wuyun, "Young Master Xing, it seems that this beauty is going to accompany you today."

  "It should be with this young master." The thin man hastily said.

  "You bid 110,000 taels and I also bid 110,000 taels, but it was me who shouted the price first." The fatty hastily said with his neck stretched upwards.

  "Alright, I'll give you 120,000 taels." The thin man called out immediately.

  "You... burn the bridge after crossing." The fat man suddenly got angry and jumped up, then went forward, knocked the thin man to the ground, and his stout body directly pressed the thin man so that he couldn't breathe.

  Immediately afterwards, they tangled together in a mess, with the two people wrestling each other to the ground, and their attendants nearby also joining in.

  The other rich young men looked at the scene in front of them and suddenly found it funny. They stood aside, surrounded by a group, watching the good show.

  Xing Wuyun yawned and got up, with a bored expression, went upstairs to the fourth floor.

  Feng Ao Tian looked at him and said, "The good show has only just begun, yet you've returned."

  "What a boring play, what's so good about it." Xing Wuyun lazily lay on the recliner, swaying back and forth while gazing at the distant wine house, smiling with satisfaction.

  Feng Ao Tian looked at him with a hint of a smile, and said, "Bored? If I were to abandon you here and put you up for auction, how would you feel?"

  Xing Wuyun listened, his body swayed, and he directly fell from the recliner, raised his eyes, and looked at Feng Ao Tian, "Your Highness, don't forget that now the entire capital knows that I am your person."

  "Is it?" Feng Ao Tian raised an eyebrow, "I recall that you were unwilling."

  "Now that you're willing, isn't it enough?" Xing Wuyun said smoothly, stepping forward to stand in front of her, gritting his teeth. "Your Highness, you can't just abandon me after getting what you want."

  Feng Ao Tian raised an eyebrow and gazed at him, "Being a master isn't that simple, your little skills are beneath me."

  "Your Highness, you're looking down on people too much." Xing Wuyun looked at Feng Ao Tian and suddenly felt that he had been deceived. A hint of dim light flashed in his eyes, and then he leaned forward, his hands resting on the armrests of Feng Ao Tian's chair, bowing his head. "Your Highness, although I like women, but also don't mind with Your Highness..."

  Feng Ao Tian lightly raised his finger, tracing along his back down to the base of his spine, where he gently touched the small of his back through the fabric. "Oh, let me take a look at your skills."

  Xing Wuyun was taken aback, his face turned purplish green, feeling that the fingertips were about to..., suddenly felt a chill, hastily retreated backwards, then suddenly turned around, covering his wildly beating heart, feeling his cheeks burning hot.

  Feng Ao Tian raised an eyebrow, little thing, dared to play tricks on him, she immediately got up from the chair, slowly walked forward, her hands circled around his waist from behind, her tongue tip licked his pink earlobe, and her hands slid slowly towards his chest.

  Xing Wuyun felt that he had gotten himself into a big mess and wanted to struggle free, but his legs wouldn't obey him. He narrowed his eyes, lowered his head, and looked at the hands that had already slipped into his collar, the icy fingers caressing his skin, making him tremble uncontrollably.

  "Prince..." Xing Wuyun felt that if he continued like this, he would definitely lose his guard. He raised his eyes and met the gaze of Wei Zhenmo on the wine building opposite him. He suddenly came to his senses, hastily broke free from Feng Ao's restraints, and then lightly tapped his toes, landing inside the wine building across from them.

  Feng Ao Tian gazed at Xing Wu Yun's fleeing figure, a sly smile spreading across his face. He raised his eyes to look at the brightly lit tavern across the way, and the enchanting figure standing by the window, her hands clasped behind her back. She hadn't moved forward, but simply stood there, quietly watching.

  Cuiyun walked over with her head bowed, "Your Highness, the person has been brought."

  "Hmm." Feng Ao Tian nodded and then glanced at the red color in front of him, turned around, and walked downstairs.

  In the hall on the third floor, Fatty and Skinny were still fighting, while not far away, two men stood with their faces already pale with rage, looking at their disappointing sons in front of them, suddenly feeling that their old face had been lost even more. More importantly, when they saw Feng Ao Tian coming down from upstairs, they were so scared that they quickly knelt on the ground.

  "We pay our respects to Your Highness!" The two of them hastily and tremblingly exclaimed.

  "Are you two gentlemen from the household of that young master who was just causing a commotion?" Feng Ao Tian stood before them, his hands clasped behind his back, and asked in a deep voice.

  "It is indeed the unfilial son of a minister." The Minister of Justice and the Minister of Revenue hastily replied, instantly frightened into a cold sweat.

  "The Minister of Revenue, the national treasury is empty, but your son can throw away 120,000 taels of silver for a woman, truly generous." Feng Ao Tian said slowly, but every word was icy and cold.

  The Minister of Revenue was so frightened that he trembled with fear and stuttered, "Your Highness... I have no way to teach my son."

  "Is it that you have no way of teaching your son? Or is it that you still haven't repaid the debt to our master?" Feng Ao Tian said coldly.

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