The princess and the lord are brothers and sisters

A piece of "Green Silk Snow" played harmoniously by zither and flute caused a sensation in the whole city of Yizhou.

When Yang Yingjun and Ji Yinrong were playing together, Zi Yan was in charge of collecting the money, and it seemed that they had almost made up the money. Suddenly, someone shouted, "The officers and soldiers are here", and the crowd immediately dispersed.

The sound of the piano stops, and the sound of the flute stops.

Yang Yingjun looked up and saw the Young Master of Yizhou who was leading a group of officers and soldiers striding forward, his face darkened immediately, and he couldn't help cursing: "This little bastard..."

Ji Yinrong frowned, and said in a low voice: "Zi Yan doesn't know who you and I are, so she proposed to perform on the street, and you are still fooling around. I'm afraid you can't hide it from the Marquis of Yizhou."

"I'm afraid!" Yang Yingjun stood up and was about to beat up the young master.

Zi Yan hurriedly stopped him, and said: "Ying Lun, don't be impulsive, he is the young master after all, he can't afford to offend him."

The little marquis approached, with a proud face of a villain, and said arrogantly: "Come on, surround them with me, and no one is allowed to escape!"

The officers and soldiers he brought immediately surrounded Yang Yingjun and the three of them, and the surrounding people scattered like birds and beasts.

Zi Yan walked in front of the young master, and bowed Yingying: "The daughter of the people has seen the young master."

The young master's eyes brightened, and he stretched out his hand to help: "Zi Yan!"

Yang Yingjun, who had been suffocated for a long time, immediately rushed over like an arrow, pulled Zi Yan behind him, stared at the salivating young master and said: "You second generation ancestor! If you can't beat us, we will send reinforcements, how shameless you are? !"

"You!" The young master blushed, and after a while he choked out a sentence: "You... you are so bold! Don't think that you are a woman, the young master dare not... dare not touch you!"

"Young Lord, please forgive me!" Zi Yan hurriedly knelt on the ground, sobbing, "Yinglun didn't intend to offend, and there are so many young Lords, don't blame her."

"Zi Yan!"

"Zi Yan!"

The two spoke in unison and stared at each other. Yang Yingjun pushed away the young master who was about to help Zi Yan, and helped her up first, saying: "Don't be afraid, you don't need to beg him!"

The young master looked at Yang Yingjun with flickering eyes, and said falteringly: "You...you woman is really bold, you...are you not afraid of me?"

...Um, illusion?Why is this little boy so abnormal today?Yang Yingjun looked at him suspiciously.

Sensing her gaze, the young master's face blushed a little more, his eyes dodged even more, but his back was straightened.

what the hell?

Yang Yingjun muttered in his heart, without showing any weakness on his face: "I will be afraid of you, a young boy? There is a kind of heads-up!"

"Single?"

"It's just... fighting alone!"

The young master stared at her awkwardly, and said, "A good man doesn't fight with a woman."

"..." Yang Yingjun pushed Ji Yinrong forward, "That's fine, you fight him."

The young master took a few steps back, stepped back to Tie Jian, and said: "Yesterday you dared to openly oppose the young master, if you don't kowtow to beg for mercy today, the young master will take you back as traitors."

"I went, I have seen bullies, but I have never seen such blatant bullies."

Ji Yinrong, who had been silent all this time, suddenly asked with a smile: "I am waiting for the mere ants, why is the young master so inspiring? I don't know if the young master has done this, but the Yizhou marquis knows?"

The young master's face darkened, and he said, "Stop bluffing me with my father!"

Yang Yingjun immediately said: "Oh—you are miserable! You privately used the soldiers and horses of the Marquis of Yizhou! This is a serious crime that requires beheading!"

"You..." The young master looked around guiltily, and said in a panic, "Take them all away!"

Yang Yingjun wanted to make a move, but Ji Yinrong pressed his shoulder and said softly, "There are so many of them, it's not suitable to confront them head-on."

Yang Yingjun lowered his voice and said, "Are you just going with them like this?"

At this time, a woman said loudly: "Wait a minute."

Everyone looked over at the same time, the woman was dressed in red, with a veil on her face, the only pair of eyes exposed were big and deep, with green pupils, like a woman of a foreign race.

The woman walked up to the little marquis with a haughty and indifferent look: "These are friends of the Patriarch, I hope the little marquis will hold you high."

The young master said angrily: "What a big tone! Who is your master? Why should the young master sell his face?"

Tie Jian's complexion changed as if he thought of something, and he whispered a few words in the ear of the young master, the young master's expression suddenly changed, even with a little panic: "You are...from the palace..."

The woman interrupted him and said: "Young Lord Hou already knows the identity of the Patriarch, why don't you retreat?"

The young master looked at Yang Yingjun and the others hesitantly, and that glance was meeting Yang Yingjun, Yang Yingjun was stunned for a moment, not understanding why that look was full of concern and fear.

Tie Jian's face turned slightly pale, but he dared to reach out and pull the corner of his clothes, urging in a low voice: "Young Master..."

The little Hou Ye gritted his teeth, said "go", and without looking at Yang Yingjun and the others, he turned around and left with the team.

Yang Yingjun just felt baffled: "What's the situation..."

Ji Yinrong had already walked towards the masked woman in red, and bowed her hands: "Thank you for saving the siege, I don't know if the girl is..."

The woman in red said lightly: "Several, the Patriarch is here to invite you."

"I don't know who the Lord is..."

The woman in red said: "The head of the family has always loved the rhythm of music. Recently, he has been looking for musicians. Just now, he listened to a song by the two young masters, but there are countless victories in the world. If the two of you appreciate the face, please see the head of the house. How about it?"

Ji Yinrong smiled warmly: "Miss, I'm so grateful. It's hard to turn down the kindness, but I'm going to be disrespectful, please."

Yang Yingjun walked up to Ji Yinrong in a few steps, and whispered, "What's going on?"

Although Ji Yinrong had a smile on his face, his eyes were frosty: "I'm also very curious about who is so divine that I can frighten the mighty little duke before I register my name."

Yang Yingjun said in shock: "You agreed without knowing it? What if it's a trap?"

Ji Yinrong smiled back at him: "Responsiveness."

Along the way, the woman in red just walked ahead silently, without saying a word.No matter how Yang Yingjun got close to her, she would always be indifferent, and she would avoid the important and ignore the trivial in answering.Leaving the main street of Yizhou City, go all the way to East Street, pass through several alleys, away from the hustle and bustle, until you reach a house.There are green tiles in the Zhumen, and there are two stone lions at the entrance. It is expected that the courtyard is full of sweet-scented osmanthus, and the fragrance comes out over the wall.The strange thing is that there is no plaque in such a big mansion.

Ji Yinrong seemed to have no intention of saying: "To have such a good residence in Yizhou East Street, the owner is either rich or noble, but there is no plaque or word on this door, is he a hermit?"

The woman in red didn't seem to hear, and raised her hand to knock on the door.After a while, a little boy came to answer the door. Seeing the person standing at the door, he smiled and said, "Miss Nine is here, come in quickly!"

Yang Yingjun took the opportunity to say: "Miss Nine?"

The woman in red was noncommittal, she turned sideways and said, "Please, please." Then she told the boy who answered the door: "Take the guest's horse and feed it, and then pour a pot of tea."

The little boy responded quickly, and ran away with a grin.

A group of people went to the flower hall to sit down. The flower hall was very elegantly arranged. There was a picture scroll in the hall.There is a pear wood table in the hall, and a pot of orchids on the table, and several osmanthus flowers in the courtyard outside the hall are in full bloom, fragrant and dark.

"You are welcome, little girl, please go and invite the Patriarch." Ninth Girl blesses her body, lifts the curtain and leaves.

Yang Yingjun said in amazement: "Let's go now? Don't worry, we will be alone when we meet for the first time."

Ji Yinrong smiled and said, "I'm getting more and more curious about the owner here."

The little boy came in with tea in his hand, and said with a smile: "You don't need to be surprised, my master is very casual, so please be casual, everyone, don't be restrained."

Ji Yinrong took a cup of tea and said, "Thank you." He lifted the lid and smelled it, his face changed slightly, and when he raised his head, he recovered his composure, and said, "Eh? Gan, I've never heard of it, what kind is it?"

The little boy smiled mysteriously and said, "Why don't you try it before making a conclusion?"

Everyone drinks tea.

Yang Yingjun smacked his lips, and said strangely: "It's strange, I really can't drink what kind of tea it is."

Zi Yan took another sip and said, "It's very sweet."

Ji Yinrong looked at the little boy and said, "Has the answer to the mystery been revealed?"

The little boy laughed and said, "The name of this tea is 'Wolfer'."

Ji Yinrong narrowed his eyes.

Yang Yingjun said: "Wolfer? The name is so awkward?"

With a sound of "dong", Zi Yan suddenly slumped on the chair, as if falling asleep.

Yang Yingjun was surprised: "Zi Yan?"

"Wolfer is the Mandarin language of Zealand." The smile on the boy's face suddenly deepened, and it was a bit hideous: "It means beautiful."

Yang Yingjun's expression changed in horror: "Xilan Country!?" After shouting this sentence, his eyes suddenly went dark, and he didn't know anything.