Murong Mingzhu quietly drank a cup of tea and asked, "Is there anyone around?"

Dan Yi closed his eyes and concentrated his mind. After a moment, he whispered: "There are no less than ten outside the house, and they are all dormant in the dark, all of whom are masters."

"Yes." Murong Mingzhu snorted lightly.

After picking up the pen, writing a few words on the paper, he sealed the envelope and handed it to Danyi.

"This letter is handed over to the shopkeeper of Wangjiang Teahouse in the west of the city tonight."

Danyi put away the letter and glanced at Murong Mingzhu, "Do you want to be careful of her?"

Who does this "she" refer to, and the meaning is unknown.

"No need for the time being," Murong Mingzhu smiled slightly, "There are too many dark chess around me, and I can't defend myself. There is no way. Who told me to be weak... After so many years of weakness, it's time to be tougher."

Dan Yi narrowed his eyes, "Miss is very smart."

"You are also very smart." Murong Mingzhu glanced at him sideways, "Only one day, you can see the trick. Although you agreed not to ask about your past, I am still very curious about your identity and why you can't get along with Ye Zhilan."

The young man raised his narrow eyes and said slowly: "I am also very curious. Even if the prince is familiar with the lady, why should I let my subordinates avoid the prince's eyes and ears and ears of this letter, and what else has the lady done in addition to doing business over the years."

The two looked at each other.

The eyes were filled with the other person's unpredictable depth.

After a moment, Murong Mingzhu smiled slightly, "So I am very confident in my eyes. Danyi, the three-year period passes quickly. You will definitely not be the one you three years later, and I will not be the one you three years later."

"Miss is saying." Danyi lowered his eyelashes.

When Lu'e brought her clothes back, Murong Mingzhu was about to return to Murong's house.

The sedan chair stopped outside Murong's door. Murong Mingzhu walked down and an old man came over to salute, "Miss, Prince Yong's Palace is down, and he is in the front hall at this moment."

Murong Mingzhu walked inside, "Uncle Qi, go and call the guard and drive him out!"

Murong Qi followed Murong Mingzhu and said, "Miss, the second young master is also in the front hall..."

“…”

Murong Mingzhu gritted her teeth as she wanted to turn the front hall to walk towards Qinshui Pavilion.

Ye Zhilan, this bastard, still doesn’t know what words to use to deceive her second brother.

After walking around, I went straight to the front hall.

Before I arrived at the front hall, I heard the laughter of his second brother.

"What the prince said is that Mingzhu's temperament is just a bit too popular. It would be best if he could be gentler, but Mingzhu..."

"How am I?"

Murong Mingzhu broke in directly, her eyes fell on Murong Shang, and asked coldly: "Do you think I'm not gentle?"

"cough"

Murong Shang sprayed a mouthful of tea from his mouth, coughed, and waved his hand violently, "No, no, you are very gentle now, very gentle!"

"Yes, it's gentle."

Erya's voice sounded, Ye Zhilan held a warm jade fan in his hand, and supported it by the corner of his lips with one hand, looking at Murong Mingzhu with a smile, "It's because it's too gentle, so I always think you have to change it. Who can stand it if you are so gentle..."

The last few words are meaningful.

Murong Mingzhu yelled at him angrily, "What's your business? This is the Murong family, not the Yong Prince's Mansion, who allows you to come in!"

"Mingzhu," Murong Shang's face changed, "It is honor for His Highness Yong to come to the Murong family."
Chapter completed!