Qianqianjie, kidnap a reborn prince back to the modern era

In the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Yun Xuanzhi sat in the main seat in the front hall.

He changed into a blue-gray brocade uniform and held a pair of polished hickory nuts in his hands, turning them continuously, making a crisp and dull sound.

His face, which was always fair and elegant, was now so dark that it looked as if ink could drip out of it.

His brows were furrowed, his eyes, which showed sophistication and weathering, were closed, and his mouth was tightly pursed, making his face look very cold and hard, contrary to his usual calm and kind expression management.

Li's heart tightened.

It was rare to see the master in such a heavy mood, so I hurried to his side.

She carefully stretched out her fair and tender hand, gently pinched one of his shoulders and arms, and slowly moved half of her body closer to his.

Seeing that Prime Minister Yun was silent, she spoke softly, "Master, this matter is my fault. I did not discuss it with you in advance. Please do not blame me."

After a moment, Yun Xuanzhi's tightly closed eyes opened slightly, and he continued speaking bravely.

"A few months ago, the butler Cai Bo passed by Anxi Town on business and happened to see Chu and the child. After he came back and reported to me, I began to miss the child. I thought that she was a daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion after all, and it would be inappropriate for her to wander around outside. If someone with ulterior motives found out and used it to harm the master, it would not be worth it. Don't you think so?"

She increased the strength of her hands, half leaning on the man, and carefully watched his expression.

"Besides, she is already fifteen years old, and she won't stay in the mansion for more than a year or two. If we find her a husband, maybe she can help the master and the mansion, and it won't be unfair to her and her dead mother, don't you think?"

Li was cautious and observed Yun Xuanzhi's expression carefully, fearing that he was still attached to the dead Yi Yi, and might even feel distressed and pity for her daughter. If that happened, her next plan would be somewhat bumpy.

"You didn't discuss this with me in advance, which was a bit rash. But now that things have come to this, the person has already entered the mansion, so this is the only way."

Yun Xuanzhi pinched his slightly aching head, feeling an inexplicable sense of emptiness in his heart. He didn't know if it was because of the hidden guilt deep in his heart, or because he was worried that something unknown was going to happen.

He looked up into the void, speaking insincerely, and continued, "You should discipline her more and don't let her cause any trouble. By the way, find someone to teach her etiquette. She grew up in a mountain village. If you find a family for her in Kyoto, she will be seen all day long. If people say that she has no manners and education, it will also bring shame to my house."

Yun Xuanzhi said this as he pulled himself away from Li's kneading, stood up, shook his sleeves and left.

Li was a little confused about what the man meant.

She was somewhat relieved that Yun Xuanzhi did not ask her to take good care of that little bitch, but she could also see a hint of melancholy, as well as guilt and uneasiness in the man's expression. She didn't know where all this came from.

Her heart also began to feel inexplicably uneasy, as she always felt that things were not necessarily under her control.

Li sent a maid and took Yun Qianyou and the other two to Yingyueju.

It was an independent small courtyard in the northwest corner of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and it was also where Yun Qianyou's biological mother Yi Yi once lived.

Since her death, she has never arranged for anyone else to live in that courtyard.

First, she was worried that whichever concubine she was assigned to would arouse Prime Minister Yun's thoughts and make her an enemy for nothing.

Furthermore, she really hated that woman, and she didn't want to go anywhere that person had been.

Qian You and the other two were brought by servants to the gate of a small courtyard northwest of the Prime Minister's Mansion and stopped.

The scene here seemed out of place with the other places in the Prime Minister's Mansion that we just passed by, like a forgotten corner.

Mother Chu was a little uncontrollably excited at this moment.

She walked over quickly and pushed open the wooden door of the courtyard, which could still be called a door, and saw desolation.

The entire courtyard was filled with yellow weeds as tall as a person.

Facing you are the three main rooms of the house, a small hall for daily receptions and a bedroom and study, all with a neat layout.

There was a row of servants' rooms on the east side, and she used to live in the front one.

On the west side are the storage and utility rooms, as well as a small kitchen.

At this time, all the houses were locked, rusty, and the doors and windows were covered in dust and dirt, so one couldn't see what was going on inside.

There is a tall pear tree on the east side of the yard, which is still tenaciously alive. It is the only place in the entire yard that still has vitality.

However, the weather has not yet returned to spring, and the tree is still full of dry branches and twigs, but you can still see that it is trying hard and growing vigorously.

Mother Chu's eyes were already wet with tears.

Miss Yi Yi loves to play the piano and drink tea under this tree, sometimes she sits there for the whole day.

Even if she did nothing, she would just sit under the tree like a fool, letting the pear blossoms fall on the hem of her clothes and blend in with her favorite plain clothes.

At such times, as Miss Yi Yi's personal maid, she would always instruct the servants to be gentle and not to disturb the peace.

Qian You inexplicably felt her heart being gripped by Huo Ran, making her a little breathless. She could feel the touch of the mother-daughter connection.

It was not until this moment that she had real feelings and realized how she came into this world.

Her pain that day, the baby's pain, the woman's pain, made her steps slow and unsteady.

Qiao Nan silently held her arm, looking at the desolation, and feeling the misery of the two people in the yard.

The little maid who brought them here ran back quietly as soon as they pushed the door into the yard.

"Miss, this is Yingyue Residence, where your biological mother Yi Yi lived for nearly a year. Your mother loved this pear tree the most and often played the piano and made tea under it. Fortunately! Fortunately! It is still alive."

Mother Chu's voice trembled, as if she was lost in deep memories.

Qian You gently pushed open the door of the main house.

The afternoon sun shines through the dust, and a bleak and gloomy feeling fills the house.

The furniture no longer had its original color, and there were cobwebs everywhere in the corners of the room. It must have been a long time since anyone had been here.

Qian You suppressed his depressed heart, glanced around the house, and said, "Qiao Nan, go ask Qiao Mu to find more people to clean up this courtyard and try to restore it to the way it was when my mother was here. As for what it should be like, just ask Mother Chu."

"Yes!"

Qiao Nan walked out of the house, tapped the ground, and in an instant floated onto the roof, then left quietly.

Half an hour later, Qiao Mu and Qiao Nan, along with a dozen people, came back quietly along the roof and quickly started working in the house and yard.

In a courtyard adjacent to the west side of the Prime Minister's Mansion, a man in black brocade clothes was sitting on a roof not far away, staring at the situation in the small courtyard. He looked at the woman in white clothes under the old pear tree without blinking, and her lonely figure, his mood was as lonely as hers.

"Hey! You came to me even though you haven't visited your grandfather since you returned to Kyoto. I'm very touched. But why did you fly to the rooftop and sit here without saying a word?!"

Inside the courtyard, a handsome man in a light green gown embroidered with ink bamboo patterns stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the man on the roof with a look of confusion and helplessness on his face.

The man was in his twenties, with his jet-black hair tied up and a few strands of hair falling from his temples, floating in the wind.

The jade-inlaid silver crown on his head, with several crystal clear white jade beads, shows his extraordinary status as a nobleman.

The man had a face with red lips and white teeth.

Under the beautiful eyebrows are a pair of peach blossom eyes, which are bright and affectionate, and the overall look has an elegant and casual air.

The young man in the courtyard was none other than the eldest son of Beibohou Mansion, Sheng Xiaoge.

The one sitting upright on the rooftop, staring blankly, is not Prince Cangyu of Sheng, then who else could it be?