Dressed as a canary pampered by the Ninth Prince

"His Royal Highness often feels abdominal pain. It is because of the previous anger and grief, and the exhaustion of running around. The anti-fetal medicine given by the minister can only provide temporary relief. Your Highness should pay attention to your body." Carefully moving his wrist away from the pulse pillow, he prostrated himself on the ground and said respectfully.

However, Yan Rongzhen on the imperial concubine's couch looked tired, and the stove in the room was burning brightly, but he pulled up the fox fur on his body as if he was afraid of the cold. Kun Ze lowered his eyebrows and replied, "This king knows." .”

Physician Shi Jing was about to leave, but he thought of something again, hesitantly said: "If possible, Your Highness can let your Qian Yuan come over..."

"He's not here." Yan Rongzhen's phoenix eyes slightly opened, a trace of impatience flashed through him, because he had heard this sentence countless times, "Prescribe your medicine, don't talk too much about the others."

"Yes, Your Highness."

After the outsiders walked away, Yan Rongzhen finally showed a trace of weakness. He propped himself up slightly, and coughed twice, "cough cough".

Yan Qi hurriedly stepped forward and patted the back for the Ninth Prince, "Your Highness, the doctor has always said the same thing no matter how many times you come, don't tire yourself out any longer.

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However, hearing this in Yan Rongzhen's ears, it made him a little annoyed, "If it wasn't for this child, this king would not be so weak."

Knowing that this is an angry word, if the Ninth Prince is really willing, how can he still tolerate a burden in his body until now?Yan Qi didn't intend to talk too much, bowed his head and said: "My subordinates have heard the news, the Holy Majesty already knows that the one married to the Western Regions is the Eighth Prince, and now he is looking for His Highness everywhere."

"It's about time, we just wait." Except for the fetus in the womb, everything was in his plan, rubbing his sore waist for a while, Yan Rongzhen said: "Recently pay attention Let us know the movements of the four or six princes, and then, pretend to be Yan Cichu and send a letter to Yan Dong."

"The subordinate knows, but I don't know the content of this letter, what should I write?"

"Whatever, if you want to disturb their mood, it's best to make trouble in front of the father." As for him, Yan Rongzhen, he naturally wants to recuperate in this villa. Focus on yourself.

Yan Zhao must have guessed who the instigator of all this was, but he just wanted to let this Mingjun know how incompetent the Qianyuan under his knees are.

Lifting off the fox fur covering his body, Yan Rongzhen stood up, Yan Qi wanted to help, but he refused.

The Ninth Prince walked to the window and looked at the quiet forest in front of him. In order to avoid the eyeliner of Yan Zhao and other princes, he had already stayed in this small villa for a while, and he was ready for what he needed to do. , It is time to wait for the prey to take the bait.

After being dormant for so long, he finally saw the time to close the net.

The wind brought the rustling of branches and leaves in the forest, followed by an unknown bird call, and then the silence returned, Yan Rongzhen said to himself: "It's really boring, tell me, when Yuan'er was in the mansion, Is this always the case?"

Seeing that the Ninth Prince asked about Qianyuan again, Yan Qi opened her thin lips lightly, and wanted to say something, but seeing Yan Rongzhen's expression was blank, as if in a daze, she closed her mouth again.

Sure enough, the Ninth Prince murmured: "Could it be that this king is wrong?"

Looking at his son who had buried himself in the account room all day, Aina suddenly started to have a headache. He did not expect that Fu Yuan had a talent for doing business, and in a short period of time he came up with several novel ways of buying and selling. What did he say? marketing techniques.

He waved it casually, and left it to Fu Yuan to make troubles on his own. Anyway, the Western Regions value silk, and they have to pay tribute to neighboring countries or sell silk every year.

Wanpi, this huge embroidery village is a designated business point of the royal family, even if Fu Yuan makes trouble, he can't shake it.

But he didn't expect that Fu Yuan didn't do it on a whim, but actually increased his turnover by more than a little bit. Recently, he also attracted many businessmen from other countries to come to discuss business, which really shocked him.

Although it is a good thing for a son to have a skill, what Aina thinks is that Fu Yuan is 20 years old. How can he live like the housekeeper in the village? Trivial things, such as raising flowers and tea, and Fu Yuan's life is the same.

How can this work?I think back when he was his age, but...but he was pregnant with A Yuan.

Putting a cup of hot tea on Fu Yuan's table, Aina said cautiously: "Didn't the grandson of Uncle Nalu next door just turned [-] days old? His house is having a big banquet tonight. Would you like to go?"

"No." Fu Yuan replied without raising his head. The folk customs in the Western Regions are open, and most people are very hospitable. The favorite thing is to hold parties and other things. Neighbors, neighbors, relatives and friends can come to participate. Fu Yuan first When I went there once, I thought it was some important festival and it was hard to shirk it, but I didn’t know that it was just because the cat of this family gave birth to a cub, and the owner was very happy, so he invited a large group of people to sing and dance at home, Fu Yuan couldn’t get into it In this kind of atmosphere, he could only stand there dryly, smiling until his face froze.

Later, whenever there was a banquet or something like that, he never went again.

Seeing his son's refusal so straightforwardly, Ayina secretly thought that he was really influenced by Beiyuan's reserved and introverted folk customs, and persuaded: "Didn't you like to go there before, and you said you could hook up with new Mr. Kunze from time to time."

Hearing that, Fu Yuan was alone, that was the original body, not him, looking at the expectant Aina, Fu Yuan also couldn't understand why Aina was clearly a member of the royal family, but often mixed with the common people, a little helpless, "Daddy..."

"Okay, okay, don't go, let's not go." Seeing Fu Yuan's slightly aggrieved eyebrows, Aina compromised and said: "Then dad will go by himself, and I will help you see if there is anyone you can get along with." Kunze, I'm leaving!"

Looking at A Yi's back in a hurry, Fu Yuan shook his head, and continued to focus on the ledger in front of him.

Just at this moment, the servant in the village saw a slender man dressed luxuriously, with a mask on his face, but judging from his stature, he should be Kun Ze.

This Kun Ze just stood at the door and stared at something in a daze, which made people confused. The servant stepped forward and asked, "My lord? Do you want to buy some cloth, my lord?"

Seeing the invisible Kun Ze come back to his senses, he nodded to the boy, "Well, let me take a look."

"My lord, please, what material do you want, we have it."

Hearing the sound of the door, Fu Yuan raised his head curiously, thinking that the guest was a little shy and did not dare to come in, so he put down the account book, and stepped forward and said: "This guest officer does not need to be polite, just tell me if you have any requests." That's right."

However, the person in front of him just looked at him in silence for a long while, and suddenly said something wrong, "I'm pregnant."

As soon as these words came out, the servants waiting at the side were all stunned, and looked at the two of them strangely for a while.

Fu Yuan was also a little taken aback by this, so he waved his hands and told the servants to go inside first to do things. He came to receive this guest, and then said to Kun Ze: "Please, my lord, there are tables, chairs and hot tea in the villa. Now that you are healthy, don't get tired."

The person in front of him nodded, then followed Fu Yuan to the designated position and sat down.

Seeing that there were no guests in the villa at this time, Fu Yuan focused all his attention on the mysterious Kun Ze. Seeing that he still did not express his request, he took the initiative to say: "My name is Fu Yuan, and I am the manager of the village. " After finishing speaking, he ordered his servants to bring hot tea to the guests, "It's freezing cold, if you feel uncomfortable, you must speak up."

Moving his eyes with the broad hands of the person in front of him, Kun Ze stared at the teacup that was still emitting smoke, and replied, "My name is Ah Zhen."

"Oh, Ah Zhen." Fu Yuan repeated in a low voice, "Is it Zhen next to the wooden letter?"

The hand hanging between her legs was clenched suddenly, Ah Zhen replied: "No."

"I'm sorry." Fu Yuan smiled embarrassedly. It's no wonder he asked this question. The person in front of him is as tall as Yan Rongzhen. In Beiyuan, Yan Rongzhen is considered a very tall Kunze, but When he came to the Western Regions, he realized that Kun Ze from the Western Regions was so tall. Presumably, the father of the Ninth Prince was from the Western Regions. It was no wonder that Yan Rongzhen, a Kun Ze born in Beiyuan, had such a stature.

Thinking of this figure in his heart, he couldn't help blurting out.

Seeing the familiar facial features of the person in front of her, Ah Zhen asked, "Why do you ask me if I am the Zhen next to the wooden letter?"

"Because..." Fu Yuan hesitated, and replied, "Because I happen to have an old friend with this word in his name."

"I don't know what is the relationship between Manager Fu and this old man?"

This question is a bit offensive, at least it is not something that can be asked when they meet for the first time. Fu Yuan frowned, not wanting to answer, and changed the subject: "I wonder what kind of business you want to make when you come here?"

Seeing that Fu Yuan hadn't let go of his guard against him, Ah Zhen rolled her eyes under the mask, and immediately thought of her words, "I do good deeds. I heard that there is a small country in the east that is hot all year round. They want some Lightweight coverings, I came here to find suitable fabrics."

"What's so difficult about it." Fu Yuan didn't doubt him, turned around and asked his servants to take out all the cloth for summer.

During the waiting period, the two chatted with each other one by one.

Fu Yuan found that although Ah Zhen looked taciturn, he would not embarrass each other, and seemed to be trying to find a topic, which made him a little embarrassed as a store owner.

Seeing Fu Yuan staring at her mask all the time, Ah Zhen said, "Is Manager Fu curious, why am I wearing a mask?"

Out of curiosity, but it would be too impolite to ask, Fu Yuan was about to deny it when he heard, "I can tell you, but you also have to answer my question."

This sudden transaction is strange, Fu Yuan thought for a moment, then nodded, "Yes, Ah Zhen is my guest, but within a short time with you, she is also my friend. Of course I won't refuse."

Looking at Fu Yuan, who is facing the strange Kun Ze with ease, Ah Zhen, that is, the Ninth Prince Yan Rongzhen, felt a little annoyed in his heart. He only felt that the possessive desire deep in his heart was about to come back again, and he wished to hug him forcibly at the next moment. It's good to take it back in your arms.