PFC Chapter 369: The Scumbag Who Deludes Himself into 3 Folding in a Fantasy Story (39)
Chapter 369: The Scumbag Who Deludes Himself into 3 Folding in a Fantasy Story (39)
That night, Lan Yingshuang was "invited" out of the Marquis' Mansion by Ye Zhao, who had turned his back on her.
To be more precise, it is called expulsion.
The next morning, Lan Yingshuang sent someone to deliver a wooden box, and specifically instructed that it must be delivered to Ye Zhao.
Ye Zhao was admiring the flowers in the pavilion.
After opening it, I saw a short flute.
The short flute has a black jade color all over, with slender patterns of emerald bamboo leaves engraved on it and silver-white wave patterns inlaid on both ends. When held in the hand, it feels smooth and clean all over.
It is not difficult to imagine that the owner of this short flute not only holds it every day but also remembers to maintain it at all times.
"Go back and tell him, don't think that I won't be angry with him anymore."
When it comes to taking things from others, Ye Zhao is not soft-hearted either.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
The guards smiled repeatedly.
Just as he turned around and was about to leave, Ye Zhao said, "Wait."
"Master, just give your orders."
The guard came back, grinning from ear to ear.
Ye Zhao glanced at Lu Qiao behind him with a cold face.
The latter walked forward holding a one-meter-long wooden box.
"My Lord, what is this?"
Seeing that the wooden box was made of fine rosewood, the guard was a little surprised and bent his waist again and again, thinking that the items inside must be very valuable.
Playing with the short flute, Ye Zhao said casually, "Give it to him, he will naturally understand."
"Yes, I will definitely deliver it to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince in good condition." The guard promised, patting his chest.
After Ye Zhao nodded, Lu Qiao handed it to him.
The guard walked away, looking back every few steps.
Ye Zhao put the short flute back into the wooden box on the table and closed the lid. He was in a good mood and said, "This place is not far from Hefeng Hall, right?"
Lu Qiao understood, "It's just a road away, less than half an incense stick."
"Then go and have a look."
"Yes."
Luqiao took the box from the stone table and followed him.
When I stepped into Hefeng Hall, it was deserted and so quiet that I could hear the wind blowing through the hall.
Ye Zhao suddenly saw Xiao Wu Yu leaning against the window in a daze. He had his back to him and didn't notice him.
Lu Qiao was about to report it, but Ye Zhao stopped her.
Subconsciously, he walked lightly behind him and covered Xiao Wu Yu's eyes with his open hands.
The moment he took action, the vines in Xiao Wu Yu's sleeves began to stir.
Just as murderous intent was about to erupt, a gentle fragrance floated in the air. Xiao Wu Yu raised his finger slightly, and the vines shrank back into his sleeves in fear.
It was pitch black in front of him, and he covered his face with a slightly cold hand. The sleeve embroidered with silver patterns brushed against Xiao Wu Yu's cheek.
"Guess who I am?"
Ye Zhao deliberately made his voice deeper.
Xiao Wu Yu clasped his hands together, trying not to do anything terrible, "My Lord."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Zhao felt bored and withdrew his hand.
"You guessed it right right away. That's boring."
Xiao Wu Yu stood up and saluted, "Then, try again?"
It’s all his fault that he didn’t perform well enough and couldn’t even coax the young master.
"Oh, no need." Ye Zhao pulled him to sit on the chair. "I came here to thank you. Lan Yun really likes me. I'm so happy."
"That's because the prince is so charming. No one would dislike him. The prince must think so too."
Every word Xiao Wu Yu said came from the heart.
Ye Zhao wasn't as confident as he said, but he couldn't extinguish his own breeze, so he rolled his eyes at him and said, "Of course."
It sounds like there's a bit of a lack of foundation.
"Did the prince come here specifically to tell me this good news?" Xiao Wuyu looked at him intently, with a faint hope, "Or, did the prince actually miss me..."
"Of course... that's not entirely true." Ye Zhao didn't notice at all. He stood up from his chair, paced back and forth around him, and quickly stopped behind him. "You know, Lan Yun really likes me now. I'm very grateful to you. I've thought about it. You were forced to be sent to me to be my concubine. To repay you, I bought you a house in another city, arranged for many maids and servants, and gave you ten thousand taels of gold. I will also help you change your status. You can marry freely in the future. What do you think?"
Xiao Wu Yu stood up suddenly and almost bumped into Ye Zhao.
His breathing was disordered and his face was distorted and ugly without him realizing it.
He held his snow-white wrist with such force that Ye Zhao frowned.
Just as he was about to explode, two lines of hot tears rolled down Xiao Wu Yu's eyes.
He wiped it off hastily and forced a smile with feigned strength, "My Lord, you don't want me anymore?"
"...That's not what I meant. I really want to thank you." Ignoring the pain, Ye Zhao slowed down his tone.
His words had no effect. Xiao Wu Yu knelt on the ground and looked up at him, his eyes filled with pleading, "My Lord, I don't want to leave."
"Stop it, Xiao Yu'er, don't make things difficult for me." Ye Zhao pulled his hand away and took a step back in a distant manner.
He has little patience to begin with, and being nice to him is entirely based on the fact that he is useful.
Seeing this, Xiao Wu Yu's heart sank again and again.
"stand up!"
Ye Zhao suddenly raised his voice.
Xiao Wu Yu looked at him with strange eyes, sadness mixed with an indistinguishable emotion.
The two of them faced off in silence for a long time. Xiao Wuyu was at a disadvantage and slowly and laboriously stood up from the ground. His eyelids drooped and he fell straight towards him...
Watching the doctor taking the pulse of the unconscious Xiao Wuyu on the bed, Ye Zhao fiddled with the jade pendant on his waist, "How is he?"
After taking the pulse, the old doctor withdrew his hand from the silk handkerchief, bowed and clasped his fists, "Congratulations, Your Highness! Congratulations, Your Highness! Miss Xiao, this is a pregnancy pulse!"