The two of them drank tea and rested in the tea shop, preparing to go back after relaxing for a while.

However, not long after the two sat down, they felt a line of sight constantly looking towards them. It was not obvious at first, but then it became direct and unobstructed.

Yang Yuheng was still alert and whispered to Lu Jiuqing: "Let's go back first."

They came out this time without anyone with them. Yang Yuheng was afraid that something would happen and it would be difficult to explain to the emperor.

Lu Jiuqing also felt the gaze. She didn't waste any time and stood up directly: "Let's go."

However, before the two of them could walk out of the door of the tea shop, they were stopped by someone.

A scholar-looking man stopped in front of them and looked Lu Jiuqing up and down.

Yang Yuheng frowned, stepped forward and blocked Lu Jiuqing behind him, and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you and why are you blocking the road?"

The scholar-looking man then looked at Yang Yuheng, and then a smile appeared on his face: "Isn't this Mr. Yang? You have rarely shown up since you married Princess Chen. Why are you free today? Princess Chen, no Do I need your service?"

Everyone can hear the ridicule and ridicule in his words.

Lu Jiuqing frowned, thinking that Yang Yuheng's grievances and cries that day didn't seem to be all pretending to be pitiful. This marriage really made people talk a lot. Those gossips did not dare to show off in front of Chen Yuan, but they all hit Yang Yuheng, a commoner.

Lu Jiuqing couldn't help but look at Yang Yuheng's expression. Being criticized by others in the long run made him feel uncomfortable. Lu Jiuqing was a little worried that he would blame all these grievances on Chen Yuan.

However, Yang Yuheng looked calm, without even raising his eyelids, and looked at the scholar with contempt: "Do I know you?"

The scholar was stunned for a moment, and then his face suddenly darkened.

"What are you talking about? In the first half of your life, you relied on the shelter of your ancestors, and there was a Fengyu Tower for you to live in. In the second half of your life, you just served people with sex and ate the soft rice of Princess Chen." The scholar sneered and said, "It's useless that you are still a scholar, you are really useless to us. Disgrace to scholars.”

"Who is with you and us? I know you very well?" Yang Yuheng sneered, "I have a good life. I have the wind and rain tower left by my ancestors in front of me, and the favor of the princess in the back. Unlike you, I have nothing but a heart. Dirty and ugly heart.”

"You, you..." The scholar pointed at Yang Yuheng and was speechless for a long time. His face turned pale with anger.

"What are you doing?" Yang Yuheng still didn't let him go and said coldly, "You don't like me marrying the princess so much. Could it be that Princess Xinyue wants to replace me? I advise you to give up. You are not even worthy of carrying shoes for my princess, she looks down on you."

"You, you..."

The scholar stammered for a long time, but didn't say a word. In the end, he only said: "Stop talking nonsense here!"

Lu Jiuqing, who had been standing behind, couldn't hold back and burst into laughter.

Her smile attracted the scholar's attention, and he seemed to have come back to his senses.

The scholar glared at Yang Yuheng fiercely: "I'm too lazy to argue with you."

He came up to block the road, not for Yang Yuheng.

The scholar looked directly at Lu Jiuqing, and then asked something that made the two people's expressions change drastically.

"This is Miss Lu Jiuqing?"

Lu Jiuqing's smile disappeared and he looked at the scholar intently. After a while, he coldly uttered two words: "No."

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