Heaven is fearless

Yan Wujiu panicked for a while, he had never experienced this kind of bloodless intrigue, although it is difficult to mess with the market, but that kind of difficulty and this kind of difficulty are not the same thing at all, Fanxing likes to give him When telling various stories in the history books, he always listened to them as stories, and Yan Wujiu, who seemed a bit of a petty citizen, couldn't compete with the Nan'an princess in front of him who had been immersed in court life since childhood.

Fortunately, Yan Wujiu knew how to judge the situation best, but in an instant he judged that he was not a match for the woman in front of him at all, and without thinking about it, he found the best way to deal with her right now - pretending to be stupid.

It is better to pretend to be stupid and show weakness than to have a swollen face and pretend to be fat. Yan Wujiu has heard so many bloody historical stories and has not remembered anything else. There is one truth that he can learn without a teacher: stupid A fool can always live longer than a self-righteous idiot. If this fool also has the skill of sweet mouth, he can not only live longer, but also improve the quality of life to a certain extent.

Princess Nan'an picked up the falling gauze curtain casually, and gave him a soft look. Yan Wujiu made up his mind to pretend to be a fool who didn't know anything, and followed with a smile.

"My elder brother has not been valued by my mother since he was a child, and the palace people always bully him in different ways. I am just a little girl and don't understand anything. My mother doesn't care about him, and the palace people just raised his temperament. Tricky and weird, I'm afraid of him too."

The previous arrogance of Princess Nan'an was like a layer of clothing that could be put on and taken off at any time, she easily removed it, and put on an approachable and gentle tone, as if she regarded Yan Wujiu as a close friend.

"My mother took him to the Central Plains, and I cried for a long time. Don't look at me as a princess, but I'm just a senior prisoner. Life is not much better than ordinary people."

She said these words as if sighing, and Yan Wujiu who was following her raised her eyebrows at once, and looked at the spacious and rich curtains, the embroidered gold furnace with the scent of flowers, and the carvings of birds and animals. He hovered back and forth on the pillar several times.

How much better than ordinary people?

If ordinary people can live such a life, they will be so grateful that they will cry!

And...wasn't she the one who snatched him back through the long street with great fanfare?

Not to mention other places, in the small town of Miaoxin, she is clearly the uncrowned queen, is this called a bad life?

Probably because of his ironic silence, Princess Nan'an felt something. The beautiful woman turned her face slightly, raised the corner of her mouth, and said with a sneer, "Are you thinking, I live in a mansion in the palace, and I live a life like servants?" Yun’s extravagant life, and being able to show off his power outside, saying that life is difficult, is it all a moaning of illness?”

Yan Wujiu's eyes flickered, and he whispered in his heart, you said this yourself.

Princess Nan'an pushed open the thin sliding door, revealing a small room with only a short table and a set of tea sets on it. Directly opposite was a large round window that almost occupied the entire wall. Sitting on the side of the short table, you can see the beautiful flowers and trees, as if you are in a painting.

Princess Nan'an raised her skirt and sat down on her knees. Her every move was soft and graceful. The sassy and aggressive temperament on the horse washed away from her just now. At this moment, she was no different from a Central Plains aristocratic woman who abides by the women's ring.

Yan Wujiu had never seen any noble woman, he just vaguely sensed a little change in the woman in front of him, he couldn't tell what the change was, but she seemed more gentle and less angular.

Such a change did not make Yan Wujiu relax, on the contrary, the alarm in his heart almost burst his eardrums.

He believes that seeing is believing, and he believes that a person's true appearance can only be shown in a natural state. The arrogant and arrogant woman on the long street before is the real princess of Nan'an. Now this is definitely a disguise with a conspiracy!

But what is she trying to plot?

Yan Wujiu's brain turned quickly, if thinking would generate heat, Yan Wujiu's brain should be able to turn sparks all over the place.

"Uh... Sister princess, I'm just a kid who doesn't understand anything. I'm so grateful that you have fed me for so many days, but if you want to hear about your brother's deeds, I really don't know." I know, you can find out my identity, you should also know that I have been earning food in the stinky ditch all these years, how do you know what the emperor and his old man have done?"

Yan Wujiu made a foolish and short-sighted look on purpose, and rolled his eyes: "Oh, but I've heard a lot of interesting stories, and there must be none here in Southern Xinjiang. I'll tell the sister of the princess! In the story There are so many beauties..."

The princess of Nan'an just blew him up with a name. He didn't really check his life, and he was not interested in those scripts, so he interrupted him without a trace, and said with a smile: "What princess sister, call It's too segregated, Southern Xinjiang doesn't have the same rules as the Central Plains, and you are from the Yan family, after the nobles, there is nothing wrong with calling me Sister Mingfeng."

Yan family.

This is the second time that Princess Nan'an has brought up this matter intentionally or unintentionally.

Yan Wujiu blinked, pretending to be pleasantly surprised, the silly Baitian first straightened his back, then lowered his head shyly and looked embarrassed: "This, how can this work..."

Chu Mingfeng just looked at him with a smile, taking his every move into his eyes, unobtrusively evaluating the usefulness of this young man, without showing a trace of impatience or contempt from the beginning to the end. Smilingly said: "Why, do you dislike me for being too old to be your sister?"

Yan Wujiao hurriedly waved his hands, quickly held his breath and blushed, and said softly, "No, no, I am... Sister Ming, Mingfeng..."

Under the oppressive gaze of the woman opposite with a smile on his face, he seemed to be extremely shy, and called out in a low voice, and then lowered his head as if feeling offended when he finished shouting.

Chu Mingfeng narrowed his eyes, rolled up his sleeves and ordered tea slowly, adding just the right amount of intimacy in his tone, just like the elder sister caring for the younger brother who didn't know anything: "Why did Wu Jiu go to southern Xinjiang by himself? The Yan family...encountered such a catastrophe, but as far as I know, there are still people in the Yan family in the court."

There are people in the Yan family.

With a little white rabbit face, Yan Wujiu underlined this sentence in his heart.

Why does the Princess Nan'an, who is far away in southern Xinjiang, know the situation of the court so well?

"I... After I was taken out, I lived with the former housekeeper at home. It was not until a few years ago that I accidentally found out about my life experience. There are people in the court... What do you mean, I still have relatives alive?"

There was a gleam of longing in the boy's eyes.

Chu Mingfeng looked at him carefully, and saw that his expression was sincere, and he looked like he didn't know anything. She concealed a little disappointment in her heart, and said with a smile: "I heard that there is a person named Yan Pinglan in the next branch of your Yan family. My lord, it's really amazing that you have made such a smooth progress in the court, why, didn't he even take care of you?"

Yan Wujiao lowered his eyes at the right time, showing a little frustration.

She seemed to have suddenly felt her slip of the tongue, and frowned, showing a little guilt on her face: "Perhaps he also has something to hide. In any case, you are like my own brother in my princess mansion, so don't restrain yourself."

Yan Wujiu rubbed the corners of his clothes with his hands embarrassingly, just like a simple boy who was stunned by the pie from the sky, not only was pleasantly surprised by his own opportunity, but also instinctively suspected whether there was any conspiracy in it: "This... Mingfeng Sister, why are you so kind to me? The Yan family... The Yan family has long since disappeared, and I can't remember the past..."

His expression was gloomy, and his sly brows and eyes were full of desolation and loss.

Chu Mingfeng poured a cup of tea for him, pushed it in front of him, and sighed empathetically: "The pain of a broken family and a person wandering alone in the world, don't I understand better than you? What do you think I'm plotting against you? It's just empathy, and I heard that my elder brother was also taken care of by the Yan family, so I just want to repay him—ah, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have mentioned elder brother.”

She suddenly woke up, remembering that her brother was the culprit who copied the young man across from him, and frowned uncomfortably.

The scene where the beauty frowns, probably only a cold-hearted and hard-hearted person would be indifferent. The boy opposite her is only over ten years old, and he is at the age of enthusiasm, innocence and sincerity. This kind of scene?

Sure enough, as she expected, Yan Wujiao straightened up at a loss, and repeatedly denied: "Don't... what does the matter of the Yan family have to do with you? That is clearly—"

He gritted his teeth hard and cast his angry eyes out of the window.

Chu Mingfeng calmly appraised Yan Wuzheng's anger, waited for a moment, and sighed softly: "I have also heard about what my brother has done in recent years. He was so self-willed when he was young, and he didn't want to grow up... Even though she is his only sister, he doesn't care about me, let alone listen to my advice, he can't even tolerate my mother..."

The voice of the woman in red was choked with sobs, and every word seemed to contain unresolved melancholy, and when she said the last sentence, she let out a sobbing sound suddenly.

Yan Wujiu looked over in surprise, Chu Mingfeng immediately covered his face with his sleeves, as if to maintain his last dignity.

"He doesn't even have his mother?" Yan Wujiu really didn't think of this, and blurted out quite truthfully.

Chu Mingfeng suppressed his crying, and said quietly: "It's been known to everyone for a long time. My brother has a surly temper. After he took charge of the world, he didn't listen to advice. My mother just said a few words about him, but he actually gave my mother a buckle." Putting on a hat intended to conspire against him, he was hanged to death! To the outside world, he only said that his mother was suffering from a sudden illness, and I found out the truth after many investigations. How could he..."

She couldn't go on anymore, and let out a slight whimper.

If Yan Wujiu was really a simple and ignorant young man, he should have taken the words at this moment to scold her ignorant elder brother for this sad woman, but Yan Wujiu is not a simple young man at all, he is now full of blood on his back. It was cold sweat, almost soaking through the layers of Chinese clothes.

He instinctively felt some extremely deep crisis and malice.

It's not that he doesn't know how to swear, he is very good at it, just by swearing, he can really feel that he is stepping on a stool with his sleeves rolled up and scolding that tyrant for three days and three nights without repeating the same thing.

But it shouldn't be in front of Chu Mingfeng, no matter how much she hates her brother, there is still a hint of nostalgia in her tone, and Yan Wujiu is very sensitive to people's emotions, he always feels that Chu Mingfeng's expression This pain and nostalgia, worry, grief...

All are false.

She acted so sincerely in front of him, what was she trying to do?Just to show him how much I feel sorry for her crooked brother?

Yan Wujiu suddenly thought of the scene of two sisters vying for a guest they saw in Nianchun Pavilion when they were young. They would never say that sisters are bad in front of guests, and they would always praise each other with a tolerant tone, and then say it Say a few words about the other party's shortcomings, and then pretend to be a slip of the tongue...

Wait, isn't this sense of déjà vu stronger?

Yan Wujiu wanted to think again, but found that Chu Mingfeng's sobbing voice had gradually subsided, and if he didn't react, he would arouse suspicion.

Yan Wujiu was quick-witted, and pinched his thigh fiercely with his hands. The dead hand almost made him tremble in pain, but the effect was very good. In less than a moment, tears rolled from his eyes When I came out, I heard the young man crying without stumbling at all: "We are all hard-working people, why did God treat us like this? My father also left early, and my mother was seriously ill in bed. I had to go out to work when I was four years old, and I was beaten by prostitutes when I was running errands. When I grow up, my mother will not want me anymore. Why am I so miserable..."

His voice was full of genuine feeling and breath, which shocked the unsuspecting Chu Mingfeng, and almost failed to maintain Lihua's weakness with rain.

Yan Wujiu howled for a while with tears in his eyes, recounted all the grievances he had suffered from childhood to adulthood, and focused on catching the black fourth son, and pinned a lot of blame on him for bullying him, thinking that it was probably miserable enough, Only then slowly closed the sound.

He closed his voice, and met Chu Mingfeng's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

Yan Wujiu's heart skipped a beat, could he be acting too fake and revealing his secrets?

Fortunately, Chu Mingfeng probably didn't expect that a young man would have the courage to lie to her. When he saw him looking over, he lowered his eyes and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes: "It's not easy for you, it's all my brother's fault. With such a temperament, it would be fine if he stayed in Miao Xin and became a prince, but God favored him and allowed him to ascend to the ninth five seat... If he was still in Miao Xin, you would not have encountered such a catastrophe."

She seemed to just lament the impermanence of the world, but Yan Wujue seemed to be poured down by a basin of ice water.

Chu Mingfeng probably really saw that he was an ignorant young man, so he didn't cover up much. The purpose of the words became more and more obvious. Seeing that Yan Wujiu didn't understand her meaning, she almost put the words on his lips. .

The words and sentences all point to one meaning:

Chu Zhang shouldn't be an emperor at all.

If Chu Zhang was not the emperor, he would not have caused so many tragedies; if Chu Zhang was not the emperor, he would not have ruined his family; situation?

Look, your misery is all because of Chu Zhang. He killed his mother and abandoned his sister. He disobeyed human relations and disregarded filial piety.

You should hate him and wish he was dead.

In public and private, he is dead, good for everyone.

The inducing meaning in her words was already very obvious, if he didn't follow her words, Yan Wujiao would doubt whether he could walk out of this door vertically.

No matter how interesting it was, Yan Wujiu didn't dare to show signs of laughing, thinking that it was just a few words of scolding, since no one was around, even if he scolded, it was impossible for that tyrant to rush out and behead him.

So Yan Wujiu performed with confidence: "If... if there is no him..."

The young man clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, his eyes were flushed, Chu Mingfeng stretched out his hand, wiped away the tears on his face with soft silk, and said with pity: "Although you are not as weak as the crown, you already have the spirit of a hero. If my husband who died young could be half as good as you, I wouldn't end up in such a lonely and helpless end... Alas."

She seemed to suddenly wake up and realize what she was doing, her face turned red like a cloud, she stood up in a panic, and took two steps back: "It's getting late, so go to bed early if you don't mind."

She stood there for a while, as if she was still wanting to speak, her eyes gleaming like water, finally lowered her head and sighed, and hurried out.

Yan Wuzheng who was sitting in the room blankly: "..."

What did she mean by that last word? !

Could it be that he wants to take a bite of his little grass?

You adults, your hearts are so dirty!

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