The Rebirth of the Concubine

When Yang Bingyi heard Princess Duanyi's sincere concern for him, he couldn't help being moved, and his voice trembled slightly.

"Master Wei Mu made sure arrangements and took good care of the subordinate's daily life, so that the subordinate can draw pictures for the prince and the princess without any worries." Yang Bingyi replied with some effort to calm down.

Wei Muyin nodded slightly, a sly look flashed in her eyes.

"How do the people in Wei Mu's mansion treat you? Especially the young master Wei Mu Yuanyue?" Wei Muyin felt as if his mouth had been swallowed by a blunt weapon, and said that the name Wei Mu Yuanyue was very awkward.

"All the staff in Weimu's mansion are very respectful to the subordinates, Young Master Weimu..." Yang Bingyi didn't want to speak, he didn't want to talk about other men in front of Princess Duanyi.

"Did she give you a look?" Wei Mu asked aggressively with a hidden smile on his face.

"That's not wrong, Mr. Wei Mu is the same as other people in the mansion, there is nothing wrong with it." Yang Bingyi laughed and wanted to be vague.

Wei Muyin was unhappy in his heart, but his expression remained calm.

"What kind of person is she?" Wei Muyin didn't play around at all when she asked this time.

"This..." Yang Bingyi was quite embarrassed, but he went to Wei Muyin to see her burning eyes looking at him, and couldn't help feeling sour.

"Advocating martial arts and despising literature, he wields swords and guns every day, learns the art of war, and aims to be on the battlefield and not in the officialdom. He is by no means an arty person, but he is humble and polite. He has a heroic demeanor at a young age. Heroes are born in youth." Yang Bingyi thought to himself. He is not a gossip, let alone speak ill of others behind his back.

Wei Muyin nodded in satisfaction. When she was reborn in the palace for more than ten years, she always had a question in her mind, who is the fake son of Wei Mu's family in this life.

She was the first to think whether it was Yuan Yue, but usually she couldn't find out about Weimu Mansion, let alone Yuan Yue who was born in the palace and kept secrets.

Hearing Yang Bingyi's evaluation of Young Master Wei Mu in this life, Wei Muyin was completely sure that this young master who favored martial arts and despised literature was the Princess Yuan Yue in his previous life.

"Princess?" Yang Bingyi saw that Wei Muyin was in a daze, so he called out softly, pulling her back to reality.

"It's nothing. She was born on the same day and the same year as me, so I became slightly interested in her. I thought she was a person with a similar personality, but I didn't expect it to be completely different." Wei Muyin continued to look down at the painting after finishing speaking.

The woman in this painting has sharp eyes, sculpted eyebrows and straight nose, and lightly parted red lips. Wei Muyin seems to be looking at a stranger. Although she has been used to it for more than ten years, every time she looks in the mirror, she feels in a daze , as if seeing the appearance of the princess in the previous life when she was killed by herself.

Yuan Yue didn't know that Yang Bingyi was praising herself so much in the palace. She was sitting in the main hall anxiously waiting for the housekeeper Daren to come back.

Wei Mushan told Yuan Yue when he was eating at noon, and when Yang Bingyi came back at night, he would take him out for a walk, as a kindness to the landlord.

Daren finally appeared in the courtyard of the mansion, and Yuan Yue rushed out.

"Keep your lord waiting for a long time." Daren cupped his hands and saluted, but his eyes were wandering to other places, with a look of preoccupation, Yuan Yue's mind sank, guessing that Daren had something important to report to the master.

"You talk to the master first, and then come to me when you're done," Yuan Yue said.

Daren hummed, like a monkey, he even raised his legs and ran to the master's house. He didn't have the steady look of being a housekeeper in weekdays.

Seeing Daren's uncharacteristic appearance, Yuan Yue wondered what he was doing for Wei Mu Shanxi when he went out this time?Could it be related to the rebellion a few years later?

She made up her mind to find an opportunity to figure it out, and she couldn't let the tragedy of ex-Shiwei Mu's family being wiped out happen again.

Yuan Yue sat in the main hall and waited for Daren for another hour, only to see Daren coming at a leisurely pace, looking very relaxed and proud, it seems that the master is very satisfied with Daren's work.

"What did you tell the old slave to do?" Daren asked humbly.

Yuan Yue told Daren about Yang Bingyi's temporary residence in the mansion and the master's instructions, and then asked eagerly.

"I practice martial arts at home all day long, and I rarely go out of the house. I don't know where to have fun in Xingqing Mansion." Yuan Yue's words are true, she doesn't know where men play.

"Master Yang is a distinguished guest in our mansion, and this old slave will definitely manage it well." Daren already had a plan in his mind, but the young master is not yet an adult, so he shouldn't take it with him, but after thinking about it, since the master ordered the young master to follow, he made it clear that he wanted to Let the son also see it.

"Tell me first." Yuan Yue became interested, and she wanted to know in advance, so as not to show timidity in front of Yang Bingyi.

"Our Xingqing Mansion is prosperous, and there are countless places to eat, drink and have fun, but there are two most ecstasy places. One is an elegant place favored by dignitaries and nobles. There are four or five houses in the whole street. Each business is booming, but one is interesting. Any man who goes there will not be willing to come out unless he cuts off two catties of bone and blood." When Daren talked about this kind of thing, there was an indescribable joy on his face, showing a bit of wretchedness.

"Where else is there?" Yuan Yue knew that it was a place of fireworks in the wind and dust, and continued to ask.

"There is another place for common people's entertainment, which cannot be mentioned on the table." Daren said angrily, passing it off.

Yuan Yue smiled, but she was very dissatisfied in her heart, Yang Bingyi was an envoy of the Song Dynasty, why Daren said that the places to play were such places covered by black smoke.

"Is there something more elegant?" Yuan Yue asked.

Daren was taken aback, knowing that the young master was dissatisfied with this place, so he scratched his bald forehead, smashed his mouth, and said.

"There's also a so-called private Jiaofangsiyuan. Although it can sing and dance, it doesn't have skin-to-skin or meat-to-flesh business. It's a place where literati often come and go. Do you think it's suitable?" Daren said, staring at it. Yuan Yue's face asked tentatively.

"Then it's up to you." Yuan Yue said coldly. In her previous life, she fought on the battlefield and was at risk. She didn't expect the nobles in the city to spend their time like this. It's really pleasant.

Daren didn't know why Yuan Yue was sulking again, so he had to resign to arrange the evening activities.

When Yang Bingyi came back from the palace, the sunset had risen in the sky, covering the prosperous land, and his mood was like the setting sun, where there was no vitality, only the twilight.

"Master Yang is back." Daren waited in person at the door of the mansion, and when he saw Master Yang came back, he hurriedly notified him.

"You are?" Yang Bingyi asked Daren, who had never seen him before.

"This old slave is the steward of the mansion. He was working in other places before. He just came back today. I hereby welcome Mr. Yang." After Daren finished speaking, he invited Mr. Yang to the main hall.

As soon as Yang Bingyi went in, he saw Yuan Yuechu in the hall, and he felt depressed. The name of Mr. Wei Mu was heard all day long, why he couldn't rest happily when he returned to the mansion, and he wanted to see her in person.

"Master Yang, my son will be the host tonight, please show me your honor." Daren is a person who judges people's facial expressions, and seeing Yang Bingyi's unkind expression, he said hastily.

The three of them changed into regular clothes, got into the carriage in the mansion, and went straight to the Jiaofang Siyuan that Daren was talking about.

After getting out of the carriage, Yuan Yue looked up and saw the words Shihuaguan written in cursive on the wooden sign.

"The Flower House, the name is interesting. Are these fresh flowers waiting for gentlemen to pick them?" Before Yuan Yue could speak, Yang Bingyi, who came down later, spoke first.

"Go in and have a look." Yuan Yue saw Yang Bingyi's unrestrained expression at a glance. He expected that he was no stranger to this kind of place, and he was sure that the land of Song Dynasty was also a frequent visitor, so he didn't comment much, and walked in.

The guy who was waiting at the door rolled his eyes and looked at the three people who entered the door before he could speak, he couldn't help but feel strange.

Walking in the front is a young man, wearing a sky blue straight gown, with a youthful face, but a stern expression and steady steps. Behind the young man is a young man, who can be seen as a person who is full of words and ink, with a strong sense of humor. Bookish, and finally a groveling old man.

"Three guests, please take your seat." The waiter didn't dare to delay, seeing that the three of them had reached the middle, he hurriedly greeted them.

"We want a private room." Daren said with ease.

Yuan Yue originally thought that this place was a good place, but the magnificent staircase guest room in the house knew that this was not a good place either, and she slandered how dirty the other two ecstasy places mentioned by the butler must be.