Wei Mansion Backyard, in the fragrant boudoir.
Earth Dragon is burning vigorously and warmly.
Jiang Yuechu is sitting on the soft collapse.
The rosewood table in front of him was filled with all kinds of exquisite pastries.
She's not polite either.
On the way back to Beijing, although I took You Wujiang everywhere to taste delicious food from all over the world, nothing could match the exquisiteness of the Wei Mansion.
Twist up a piece of chestnut flour cake and put it into your mouth.
It melts in your mouth, sweet but not greasy.
Wei Qing rested his chin on his hands, lying across the table, staring at Jiang Yuechu without blinking.
"What are you looking at?"
Jiang Yuechu swallowed the cake, picked up the tea cup and took a sip.
"Can't get enough."
Wei Qing said with a smile, "I heard from the servants in the house that there are rumors outside that Demon Suppression Bureau has a new Silver Robe patrolling. He has a green face and fangs and is eight feet tall. With Ink-Dotting's level, he will kill Tai Lake Lotus-Planting with one knife. Demon King chopped it off."
"I didn't expect... it was you."
Jiang Yuechu The corners of his mouth twitched.
Good guy.
Why don't you say she has three heads and six arms?
Sure enough, rumors are harmful...
"But..."
Wei Qing took Jiang Yuechu's arm and said, "We Lord Jiang are obviously born so good-looking."
"If those gossips were to see it, their eyes would probably pop out."
Jiang Yuechu turned away from someone's dishonest hand and changed the topic.
"When I came in just now, I heard the old concierge say that you have been tired these past two days and haven't seen anyone. You didn't even bother to come out."
"From the look of your face, it doesn't look like you're sick."
"Then who provoked our Miss Wei?"
Having said this, she paused and said half-jokingly, "If someone bullies you, tell me and I will chop him down for you."
"Oh, no..."
Wei Qing let out a long sigh, and slumped down on the desk like a puddle of mud.
His chin was hitting the table, his usually lively eyes were full of hopelessness at this moment.
"It's my dad."
"Duke Wei?"
Jiang Yuechu raised his eyebrows.
Forget it then...
If Duke Wei is killed, let alone Wei Qing, Wei He will be killed from Longyou.
"It's not all my dad..."
Wei Qing scratched her hair a little irritably, her originally neatly combed bun became a little messy.
"It's King Jing."
Jiang Yuechu made a movement in his hand.
"Who is King Jing?"
"... you don't know?"
Jiang Yuechu rolled his eyes. "If it is Demon King, maybe I also know. There are so many powerful people in this Chang'an City, how can I have time to remember who is who?"
"..."
Wei Qing was choked.
I wanted to refute, but I felt that these words coming from Silver Robe Inspector's mouth were damn reasonable.
He sighed, leaned forward, and lowered his voice.
His expression also became a little mysterious.
"This King Jing... is the younger brother of the current Holy Emperor."
"But..."
Wei Qing looked around, even though this was her own boudoir, she still subconsciously lowered her tone.
"Our His Majesty was the adopted son of Empress Dowager."
"And this King Jing is the real flesh and blood of Empress Dowager who was pregnant in ten months."
Jiang Yuechu's eyes moved slightly.
There are twists and turns in this, and you can taste a somewhat unusual taste without saying it clearly.
The adopted son sat on the dragon throne.
His biological son became a prince.
"What happened back then... ahem, in short, after His Majesty came to power, in order to avoid suspicion or to save his life, Mr. King Jing did not hold any position in the court, and he had no real power in his hands, let alone military power."
"But in this Chang'an City, and even in the entire Guannei Circuit, who doesn't know that King Jing has a reputation for virtue?"
"Not only is he proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, but he also likes to make friends with literati. In this Chang'an City, where the rich and powerful gather, he is considered a first-class big shot."
Jiang Yuechu After listening, he nodded thoughtfully.
It turned out that he was a wealthy prince who had money, leisure, and was very good at conducting himself.
"So?"
"Why does such a well-known and well-known man make you so worried?"
"Is it possible... that he has a crush on you?"
"..."
Wei Qing was stunned at first.
Immediately, the fair and pretty face turned red instantly, and she reached out and pinched the soft flesh of Jiang Yuechu's waist gently.
"You want me to get married so much... Are you annoyed with me? You wish you could throw me out so that you can be alone."
"Ahem..."
Jiang Yuechu was caught off guard by this sudden attack.
"Look what you said, if I really get married, I won't have a good place to make a living, so why would I bother to come?"
The two of them laughed and laughed, and the originally dull atmosphere in the boudoir dissipated a lot.
Wei Qing lay back on the table, sighed, and then got down to business.
"Actually, it's not a big deal."
"This Mr. King Jing, who likes elegance the most on weekdays, sent out invitations a few days ago. He wants to host something Floating Cup Banquet at his house."
"It's said that it's a banquet for the dignitaries in the capital, but it's actually just a different way to win people's hearts."
Speaking of this, Wei Qing curled his lips with a look of disdain.
"You also know that the situation in the court is delicate now. Although His Majesty doesn't say anything, how could he not be wary of this King Jing?"
"What a shrewd person my father is?"
"He can't even hide in such murky water, so how can he go there himself?"
"But after all, it is the prince's honor. If you don't go, you will look too arrogant."
"So..."
Wei Qing pointed at his nose with a grimace on his face.
"Didn't this unfortunate job fall on me?"
"Asking me to attend the banquet on my father's behalf is not only a courtesy, but it doesn't count as a statement."
Wei Qing didn't wait for her to speak, and continued, "If it's just drinking, that's it. Even if I have to drink too much, I may not be afraid of those dandies."
"But this King Jing usually likes to do romantic things when he's full and has nothing to do. When the banquet comes, there will inevitably be some poetry and song performances."
"Although I'm not proficient in reciting poems and writing poems, I can still get by with a few sentences."
"But this playing the piano..."
She let out a long sigh, and her whole body slumped.
"..."
No wonder this girl suddenly started practicing piano at Longyou.
It turns out that the root knot is here.
Jiang Yuechu was so happy, "No wonder I started practicing at Longyou. I knew this was going to happen at that time?"
Wei Qing gave her a big eye roll and said angrily:
"At this banquet, I heard that not only the young men from various families, but also the talented girls from various families are working hard to show their faces in front of King Jing."
"After all, my father was once a third-grade Court of Judicial Review Qing, well-known in Beijing..."
Wei Qing covered his face, and his voice came out from between his fingers, with a hint of despair.
Jiang Yuechu I understand.
"I thought it was such a big deal. It turned out that it was just to play the piano."
Wei Qing raised his head suddenly, with a look of resentment on his face.
"What does it mean to just play the piano?"
Jiang Yuechu shook his head.
She really can't help with this kind of thing.
"Relax."
Jiang Yuechu reached out and gently patted the top of the girl's messy hair.
"You are the daughter of Duke Wei, which represents Wei Family."
"Since that King Jing intends to win over you, he will naturally not keep you from coming to power."
"Even if you just go up and fiddle with it a few times, as long as there is a noise, the people below will clap and applaud."
Wei Qing sniffed.
I thought about it carefully.
It seems... that's the truth?
"Really?"
"Really."
Wei Qing groaned for a long time before getting up from the table.
The gloom and mist on his face dissipated a lot.
She grabbed a piece of Osmanthus Cake and took a hard bite, "That's right. Anyway, if it plays badly then, it will be them who will suffer, not me..."
suddenly.
Wei Qing A chewing action.
She stared at Jiang Yuechu, and her black and white eyes suddenly lit up.
"Wait..."
Wei Qing swallowed the cake in his mouth and grabbed Jiang Yuechu's hand, his eyes full of hope.
"I remember... you can play!"