Reborn Black Lotus can read minds

At the same time, in the Lan Yue Pavilion on the other side.

"I have heard a little bit about my uncle. In recent years, due to the barren land, harsh climate, and frequent disasters in the Northern Desert, the people have been miserable and troubles have broken out everywhere. The collection of petitions has piled up into a mountain, forcing the emperor to have to go from the center. Deploy manpower to manage.

After all, the Prime Minister has neglected his duty, and as a legitimate young master, I cannot escape the blame. Even so, you took the initiative to send me to Beimo, and your bravery is really amazing! "Zhou Changxian held a folding fan in his hand, his face full of admiration.

Opposite him, Xiao Xingyun slowly sipped tea and raised his eyelids slightly.

"Lingyu is the apple of my father's eye. I have finally found her a son-in-law who can hold power in the court and has a distinguished status. I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to accept marrying someone else. I have not entered the official position, and the prosperity of the Zhou family depends entirely on your new wife. Please help me... I'm afraid he won't be willing to lose your leg. I forgive my incompetence in this matter, but I also ask my uncle to think of other ways."

Speaking of this, Zhou Changxian looked troubled.

"After all, the marriage has been decided by the eldest lady since she was a child. If you withdraw immediately, how will our Zhou family gain a foothold in the capital in the future? What will others think of Lingyu?"

At this time, there was a bustling shout outside Lanyue Pavilion, and Zhou Changxian looked over naturally.

Through the wooden window, Zhou Changxian saw many people stopping on the street, gathering around a woman in white and a woman in pink. They were in small groups, forming small groups, seemingly discussing something.

The woman in white had a gauze on her face, and she kept pulling back, as if she was pulling the woman in pink with brute force.

As for the woman in pink, her face turned red from the quarrel, and she pulled the woman in white to the other side. They were too far apart and could not see their faces clearly, but the two of them were pulling and pulling, and they seemed to be having a serious quarrel.

Zhou Changxian thought it was really interesting and wanted Xiao Xingyun to take a look.

He pointed to the distance and said with a smile: "This street market is really lively now! Look, the two women over there are quarreling like crazy, hahaha, it's so funny!"

Xiao Xingyun didn't look interested. He pushed the freshly ironed teacup on the table in front of him and continued the topic, "When it is done, I promise you a marriage."

Zhou Changxian was stunned.

All the interesting things about the street quarrel were suddenly forgotten.

He smiled and said, "My uncle has a clear mind. I won't hide it. Let's speak openly."

"My uncle, you also know my situation. I don't expect to get married and have children for the rest of my life. How many matchmakers talk to me." Zhou Changxian waved his hand, "It's all nonsense, it's useless! Who...who would What about a lame man whose lower body is crippled? I’m just going to ruin the good girl in someone else’s house! I myself have stopped thinking about it long ago, and I don’t dare to think about it anymore!”

With an open heart, Zhou Changxian tore open the wound, showed it to Xiao Xingyun, and persuaded him to stop thinking about it.

Xiao Xingyun had no expression on his face and raised his eyes: "Will you marry me or not?"

Zhou Changxian had various complicated expressions on his face for a while.

Xiao Xingyun picked up the tea cup and said in a slow and swaying tone, "It's just a matter of changing to a younger brother-in-law. Are you confused?"

Zhou Changxian's face was startled, "Changxian is stupid, please ask me to clarify my doubts."

Who else could replace his uncle? The eldest uncle and the second uncle were all already married and established a career. Thinking of this, he suddenly realized

, "Is this what my uncle meant?"

His eyes widened in disbelief: "Fourth Young Master?!"

Xiao Xingyun hummed indifferently, and Zhou Changxian fell into the overwhelming turmoil.

After a while, a young man came forward and said, "Boss, the tea is too weak. Do you want more?"

Xiao Xingyun stood up and said, "Continue."

He raised his eyes to look at Zhou Changxian and said, "You should think about it slowly, we still have to talk the next day."

Zhou Changxian frowned, as if he had never made such a difficult decision in his life.

In a few days, he will be thirty years old. When he is thirty, others will already have their wives and children, but he can only drag a sick leg and be alone. It is a lie to say that he has no resentment or hatred in his heart. Xiao Xingyun has always done things. As a gift of three fruits and a basket of radishes, there is nothing he can't accomplish if he agrees. If he wants to get married to himself, this is a pie-in-the-sky thing. Even if he burns incense and prays to Buddha, he may not be able to get it.

He had no reason to refuse.

But similarly, Zhou Changxian also had to weigh his own abilities. Can he really get things done for him?

His father was Zhou Lingyu, his beloved son, and his son who lost half of his leg meant that he lost half of his career.

How could the rich husband-in-law, whom the daughter talked about so much, disappear without mentioning that the son was abandoned? How can this be accepted?

No, this is simply impossible, he doesn't have the ability.

When he looked up, he saw a woman's brocade handkerchief left in front of the table. He knew in his heart that Xiao Xingyun had left it on purpose.

If you don’t write love words or poems, you can express your inner feelings with a simple handkerchief.I know that when I take it and look at it upside down, I can see that the threads come out horizontally and vertically.

Who knows about such worries?

The brocade handkerchief seemed to ignite the fire that had been hidden in Zhou Changxian's heart for a long time, and his eyes sparkled.

Parked at the side door of Lanyue Pavilion

A carriage with slightly curved corners and double curtains for excellent concealment.

Outside the carriage, Ye Jin was wearing a light gray robe. He looked very simple. His eyes were very energetic, with occasional sharp gleams coming out. He did not look like an ordinary coachman.

Someone summoned someone in the carriage. Ye Jin leaned closer, lowered his voice and said, "What are your orders, master?"

Xiao Xingyun in the car looked away from the rain with a solemn expression, "Check the teahouse opposite."

Ye Jin stared at him in surprise, checking the entire teahouse? The workload is too much!

He shivered and asked in a low voice: "Who does the master want to... check?"

Xiao Xingyun: "Everyone in the building today."

Ye Jin was stunned, like a bolt from the blue.

Everyone? This is too time-consuming and laborious!

However, the master has his own... master's reasons.

Xiao Xingyun didn't pay attention to Ye Jin's ugly face, and asked again: "How many women in the Prime Minister's Mansion know how to ride a horse?"

Ye Jin was caught off guard by the question.

Master, why do you remember that one thing is one thing today?

Xiao Xingyun stared at the teahouse from a distance, but in his mind was the figure of a woman in white riding a horse in the rain.

She moved skillfully, and the mane on the back of the horse's neck fluttered in the wind with her hair. She raised her head and roared before swooping down.

His horse-control skills are so wild that he doesn't look like someone from Kyoto.

However, Xiao Xingyun's sharp eyes saw the prime minister's residence pass hanging on the woman's waist.

Things get interesting.

"Horses are tribute from the Western Regions. Generally, the owners are royal relatives and nobles, or they belong to a family of military commanders. There are just those people, and the master should know them all. Or they are caravans, or leasing companies, but these are all recorded by the government. , they are not considered individually raised.

Horse..." Ye Jin introduced it eloquently like an endorsement.

"What I'm talking about is," Xiao Xingyun pinched the center of his brow with his hand, "within the Prime Minister's Mansion."

Xiao Shun asked curiously: "Third brother, why are you checking these? Is there something detailed in the mansion?"

"Where is Xizuo? What happened?" Ye Jin was horrified.

Xiao Shun informed in a low voice: "Either there is no such detail. If there is, then it must be my third brother's maid. She has a big problem!"