The cousin girl plays the role of silly and sweet every day

Jiang Wenyu originally wanted to find Zhong Zibian and ask him if he wanted to go back with them.

Unexpectedly, something unexpected happened.

Zhong Zibian always stuck to Gongsun Zhen like a dog-skin plaster. Even if he went out, he would obediently return home after dark.

Now Zhong Zibian is neither in the mansion nor looking for them. Something may have happened.

Although Jiang Wenyu and Tan Shu didn't show any emotion on their faces, Gongsun Zhen still had a bad feeling.

"Didn't you see him?" she asked anxiously.

Jiang Wenyu shook his head: "No."

Gongsun Zhen panicked, her body became unstable and she was about to fall. Jiang Wenyu quickly supported her and comforted her: "Master must have encountered something and was delayed. I believe he will be back soon."

Gongsun Zhen took a deep breath and relaxed a little.

Jiang Wenyu helped her sit down on the chair, patted Gongsun Zhen's arm gently, looked at Tan Shu, tilted his head, and motioned for him to pour a cup of tea.

After talking about the special meeting, he picked up the teapot and slowly poured Gongsun Zhen a cup of tea.

"Doctor Gongsun, apart from curing the poison, does Master have anything else to say?" Jiang Wenyu asked softly.

Gongsun Zhen drank some water and regained her composure. When she heard her question, she remembered: "When he went out, he had a letter in his hand and said he wanted to sell it for money."

Letters, sell them for money?
Keep track of words and deeds.

Jiang Wenyu and Tan Shu thought of this name at the same time, and they both looked at each other subconsciously. From each other's eyes, they were more sure that Zhong Zibian's disappearance was related to Ji Yanxing.

"We understand, Doctor Gongsun, don't worry too much. Master has been traveling all over the country for many years. He has extensive knowledge and skills." Jiang Wenyu said slowly, "He will be fine."

Gongsun Zhen put his hand on the back of Jiang Wenyu's hand and sighed: "I know, but your master will never take care of himself. I'm afraid he will have one meal and forget the next."

"We will bring Master Zibian back!" Jiang Wenyu promised solemnly, "We won't let him beg on the road to embarrass you!"

Gongsun Zhen was amused by her: "It's indeed quite embarrassing."
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The two of them crossed the threshold and came out. Tan Shu looked sideways at Jiang Wenyu and said unhurriedly: "Let Xiao Yuansong and the Linzhou governor check Ji Yanxing's whereabouts. He can't escape in such a short period of time. How can he still escape?" In Linzhou."

"it is good."

After a pause, Jiang Wenyu looked up at him and said softly: "Is the Crown Prince comforting me?"

Tan Shu asked, "Can't you hear it?"

"I heard it." Jiang Wenyu said with a smile on his face, "But next time the Crown Prince comforts me, I can be more direct."

Unexpected answer.

Tan Shu thought about what she said to be more direct for a moment, and then asked casually: "Isn't solving the problem better than verbal comfort?"

Jiang Wenyu said: "This one divides people."

Tan Shu nodded and asked, "What type are you?"

——Neither of the two categories.

Tan Shu thought to herself that the person in front of her was very smart and she could solve the problem by herself. She pretended to listen to the verbal comfort, but in reality it must have gone in one ear and out the other.

Although it was unnecessary, he still wanted to care about her.

Tan Shu was surprised to find that the things that he had scorned at the beginning were now somewhat enjoyable. "Me? For me, it should depend on who the other person is." Jiang Wenyu said softly while holding up his skirt and getting into the carriage, "If it is someone I care about, whether it is comfort through actions or words, The comfort on the Internet can soothe my anxiety.”

The implication is that if she is not someone she cares about, no matter how much she says or does, it will be useless.

Tan Shu and Jiang Wenyu sat face to face in the carriage, looking at her calmly.

Jiang Wenyu cares about people.

Tan Shu repeated this pronoun in his mind like an addiction.

Meeting his gaze, Jiang Wenyu blinked, and then shouted in confusion: "Your Majesty."

"What?" Tan Shu leaned against the car wall, his posture casual and lazy.

Jiang Wenyu rolled his eyes: "Where are we going?"

"The governor's office." Tan Shu said.

Jiang Wenyu said oh, lifted the car curtain, leaned against the car window and looked out curiously.

Tan Shu lowered his eyelids, his gaze fell on her green jade fingers holding the flute, and he thought seriously for a long time.

Jiang Wenyu cares about people.

It is the highest honor in the world.

Only him.

Above the eaves, the sun shines brightly.

Due to the arrival of Xiao Yuansong, the Governor's Mansion was currently immersed in a lively atmosphere of eating, drinking and having fun.

When the old servant at the gate saw Tan Shu coming, he hurriedly stepped forward to lead the way to welcome the guests, and there was a lot of excitement again.

Jiang Wenyu followed Tan Shu and looked at the surrounding situation calmly.

The person in front suddenly stopped walking.

Jiang Wenyu stepped on the bluestone road and stood in front of Tan Shu. He raised his head in confusion: "Prince?"

"Go ahead." Tan Shu reached out and held her wrist, pulling her in front of him, "Don't lose it."

There is a servant leading the way at the front, and the prince following behind, so you can't lose it even if you want.

Jiang Wenyu nodded with crooked eyebrows: "Yes!"

Entering the inner courtyard, Tan Shu was called away by his servants. He first asked the old servant to take Jiang Wenyu in to entertain him.

After passing through the arc-shaped carved hollow moon gate, Jiang Wenyu arrived at Nuan Pavilion.

The maid brought all kinds of refreshments, and Jiang Wenyu ate out of boredom.After eating and drinking, she walked to the window, rubbed the white jade flute with one finger, and propped up her chin with the other hand to explore the situation outside.

The sound of sneaky footsteps suddenly sounded in my ears.

Jiang Wenyu was very sensitive to smells. Instead of smelling the crisp smell of Tan Shu, the person approaching behind him had an imperceptible smell of sawdust.

When the man stepped forward and was one step away from her, Jiang Wenyu suddenly turned around, raised his hand, and pressed the flute accurately against the other's fragile throat.