The beauty is delicate and soft, and he madly criticizes the powerful officials for taking her as th

Pei Zhi paused, remembering how he was holding Fu Xing's head, and planned to deal with it.

"Just use it once in a while."

Yu Tingwan nodded and didn't go into details, but for the next few days, he could smell the fragrance of bamboo on his body.

It's very faint, you can only notice it when you get close.

It's been too hot lately, and she doesn't want to move as soon as noon arrives, so she went to Cihuan's house today.

When he came back, he went straight to the study. As soon as he stepped into the inner room, he saw a pen in his hand, and he didn't know what he was drawing.

"Wanwan is finally here." He was surprised at first, and then said in a good mood: "Why are you in such a hurry?"

"You are going to marry the princess to Zhao Heng, how come I don't know about it at all?"

Yu Tingwan couldn't tell whether he was shocked or unhappy at being hidden.

Huan Siniang said half-jokingly: "The princess is getting married soon. Why doesn't the princess, the eldest sister-in-law, prepare a dowry in the palace?"

Princess Chengyang died young and Pei Shu got married. Yu Ting was later than Qing Yuli and had to help her prepare.

As a result, Pei Zhi insisted on not revealing a single word during these days.

"This matter has not yet been discussed." The man in front of the desk paused with his pen for a moment, and a drop of ink fell, destroying the skirt of the beauty in the painting.

Yesterday, people from the Princess's Mansion reported that everything was ready.

He had planned to tell Yu Tingwan tonight who was so talkative?

Yu Tingwan saw that his expression was dull and unhappy, and he was silent for a moment and said, "Why did you suddenly let go?"

Pei held the pen without stopping, lowered his eyelashes and said: "It's just a matter of marrying her. She won't marry anyone other than Zhao Heng. If I don't agree, she will support an actor. What else can she do?"

Yu listened to the late letter and asked, "Has Qin Tian Jian set a wedding date?"

"The twenty-third of next month."

"This is too urgent. Can it really be done comprehensively?"

Pei Zhi laughed and said in a casual tone, "Taichang Qing and the people in the Princess's Mansion are not that useless, that's enough."

What's more, more than three months ago, he had ordered people to prepare in private.

He didn't want to mention the matter again, so he put down his pen and said, "I have an appointment with your brother to meet at Zuiyun Tower tonight. You and I will go together."

When Yu Tingwan heard about his brother, he had no reason to disagree. It wasn't until he stepped into Zuiyun Tower that he realized something was wrong.

Zuiyun Tower was the largest romantic center in Chang'an, where there were both hustlers and prostitutes. In the past, Emperor Huan's eldest sister's favorite face was born in Zuiyun Tower.

Yu Tingwan's expression changed, and she said angrily: "My brother is already married, you invite him to a place like this?"

"Your brother chose the place." Pei Zhi smiled half-heartedly, looked at the woman wearing a curtain beside him, held her hand tightly and whispered: "Wanwan has wronged me, this is the territory of Marquis Pingyang."

There was silence on the third floor, which was completely different from the bustling scene below. Even the slightest sound in the corridor was particularly obvious.

Pei Zhi lifted up Yu Tingwan's curtain and saw her face full of disbelief. He said quietly: "Your brother took over this place a few years ago and used it as a stronghold in Chang'an. He caused me a lot of trouble."

As he spoke, he gently pushed open the wooden door in front of him and pulled Yu Tingwan in. As expected, Yu Xiuyun was sitting next to the case, making tea. After standing up and saluting King Wei, a smile appeared on his lips: "Wanwan, I have prepared the crucian carp white soup you like."

The chef at Zuiyun Tower is also one of the best, not inferior to Dongguang Tower.

After Yu Tingwan sat down, he saw that the wine poured from the pot was purple in color. After tasting it, he said, "Wine from the Western Regions?"

"Yes, if you like it, I will order someone to send some altars over tomorrow." Yu Xiuyun looked gentle, suddenly remembering that it was King Wei who made an appointment with him today, he tilted his face and said, "My lord, what do we want to talk about today?"

Pei Zhi's tone was calm, but it made people feel that what he said next was something he had thought about thousands of times.

"In the middle of next month, you take Wanwan back to Qingzhou." He squeezed the cup harder, "Qingzhou is a long way away, and Pingyang Marquis has not returned to his hometown for a long time. You can wait until the end of September to come back."

Yu Xiuyun suddenly chuckled, leaned forward and said, "My lord, may I ask, why?"

The king of Wei was willing to let him go, but it was still one month, which is simply unbelievable.

"Yesterday the imperial doctor told Gu that the emperor can only survive for two more months, and you can take her out of Chang'an."

Yu Xiuyun's smile froze, and he was thoughtful. He tapped the cup lightly with his fingertips and said happily: "I will order someone to prepare it tomorrow. I just happened to want to take her back to my hometown."

"Guhui sent the Dragon-Slaying Guards to follow." Pei Zhi said with a hint of disgust, "Those people under your command are too poor in martial arts."

Thinking of the shadow guard who fainted all over Xiangyang City, Yu Xiuyun gritted his teeth and finally said nothing. From then on, he only cared about Yu Tingwan.

"Why do you eat so little, but this cook doesn't suit you?"

Yu Xiuyun frowned and looked at the untouched dishes in front of his sister. Today's cook was brought by him from Jinling, and he cooked everything she liked. Could it be that the weather was too hot and her appetite was not good?

He was about to order someone to add an ice basin when he heard Yu Tingwan explain: "I ate a few more cakes in Huan Mansion today."

"The weather is too hot, so it's better to eat less food that can't be digested." Yu Xiuyun didn't care whether his sister was married or not, and treated her like a child, "Have you forgotten that you ate too much Qingtuan when you were a child?"

She was young at the time, and Yu Xiuyun bought her several green dumplings behind her parents' back. He didn't eat any of them, so he fed them all to her. She screamed and felt uncomfortable at night, and in the end both of them got scolded.

When this kind of thing was mentioned suddenly, Yu Tingwan blushed and said, "Of course I haven't forgotten it."

Pei Zhi glanced at her, looked away, and said nothing.

It wasn't until he left Zuiyun Tower and got on the carriage that he suddenly spoke, his voice a little cold.

"Aren't you happy that you are only allowed to leave for a month?"

Marquis Pingyang believed what Yu Tingwan said, but Pei Zhi sat next to her and could see clearly that there was nothing wrong with her eating the bowl of crucian carp soup at first, but later she seemed to be hiding something.

She had always thought about going back before, but today she was not happy. Pei Zhi thought about it and could only think that it was because Yu Tingwan thought that one month was too short.

"Yeah." Yu Tingwan was in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking. He subconsciously responded and then came to his senses, quickly denying: "That's not the case."

It sounded very perfunctory, and he didn't even want to find a reason to excuse himself.

One month is already long enough. If he hadn't been concerned about her safety, Pei Zhi would never have let her leave Chang'an.

His chest felt tight and he told himself that it was normal to miss his hometown every night and he shouldn't be annoyed by it.

"I'm leaving in the middle of next month. You don't want me to attend the prince's wedding." Yu Tingwan tilted her head and looked at him. "According to the imperial doctor, His Majesty just couldn't hold it anymore during the prince's wedding, and Chang'an's people will be upset by then."

After all, she was in the carriage, and although she couldn't hear it outside, she couldn't help but pause and didn't dare to speak anymore.

At that time, everyone in the world will surely guess whether King Wei took the opportunity to usurp the throne, or whether he supported the prince to ascend the throne and established another puppet emperor.

Either way, Zhao Heng couldn't bear it, and not only Zhao Heng, Pei Zhi was too merciless to the southern nobles, and there might be others who would take action.

The prince and Pei Shu got married, and the King of Wei, as the eldest brother, had to show up both emotionally and rationally. The East Palace during the wedding was the perfect place for the assassination.

Yu Tingwan hesitated and asked softly: "Do you think someone will assassinate the prince on his wedding day?"

"You sent me away, were you afraid that I would drag you down, or..." She lowered her head, her eyelashes trembling slightly, "You think I will be hurt if I stay in Chang'an?"