Chapter 133 There is a big drama
The night was as dark as water, and the backyard of the Tang residence was in full bloom. Tang Ying was drinking alone. Although her vision was not as clear as during the day, her nose was filled with the fragrance of plants and flowers, and she felt contented.
Zhang Qinggan loves what he does. When he was Tang Jue's chief attendant, he obeyed the young master's orders. After taking over the trivial matters of the Tang Mansion, he was able to handle the interpersonal relationships externally and manage the mansion in order internally. Even the back garden was maintained at a level where a flower-viewing banquet could be held at any time. Unfortunately, the owner here had no intention of joining in the fun, so the flowers could only be left lonely.
"Sister, are you worried about something?" Zhang Qing walked over in the moonlight and handed over the wooden box in his hand: "Here's what you want."
Tang Ying opened it, glanced at it, and then closed it again, pouring a glass of osmanthus wine herself: "Big brother, you have worked hard, will you drink with me?"
Zhang Qing raised his glass to signal her, and drank it all in one gulp. Seeing that her brows were unconsciously frowned, but she was stubborn and refused to speak, he secretly sighed that she was too strong-willed, and said goodbye with a smile: "There are still many things waiting for me to deal with in the mansion. I am not like you who have the leisure to sit and drink."
Tang Ying waved her hand: "Go ahead, go ahead. I am just a poor little thing with no one to accompany me."
Zhang Qing laughed out loud: "Does that poor little thing need me to ask the kitchen to prepare some snacks for it?" As her power grew, more and more people became wary of her, and she hasn't shown this rogue look for a long time.
Tang Ying: “…Let’s just forget it.” The stove in the kitchen was probably turned off.
Zhang Qing left by himself.
After a long time, she almost finished a jar of osmanthus wine, and heard footsteps coming back behind her. She couldn't help but chuckle: "I finished the wine and you just brought me your snacks. Why don't you bring me another jar of wine?" When she turned around, she was stunned.
The man in black clothes was bathing in the moonlight, as leisurely as if he was walking in his own courtyard. No one knew where he came from, but his handsome face was clearly reflected in her pupils. For a moment, she thought she was drunk and had hallucinations. She lazily teased, "Where did this flower spirit or ghost come from? It has been secretly watching for many days and is here to repay its gratitude under the moonlight?"
It turns out that the person who has been following me secretly recently is him.
The man leaned forward, his eyes burning, as if he wanted to burn a few holes in her heart to melt the hard ice helmet and armor: "Can you pledge your love to me?"
He chuckled and sat down, their knees almost touching. He stroked her face with his fingers, like a breeze brushing across her cheek, with restrained concern and fascination, as if afraid of waking her from the dream before her, and whispered, "I'm back."
Tang Ying suddenly jumped up in surprise, and looked around like a thief. She found that there were only two of them in the back garden, and she immediately became anxious: "Who asked you to come back? What are Prince Qing and Princess Qing doing? How could they let you run to the capital? Hurry... Forget it, the city gates are closed now, so go back the same way you came tomorrow morning!"
Her words came down like a torrential rain, but Fu Chen just stared at her and smiled like a fool, which was completely different from his usual behavior.
"Did he become stupid in Qingzhou?" Tang Ying wondered, "Or did I beat him stupid in the imperial prison?" She started to drag him up. He was so big that she was easily dragged up. She dragged him out for several steps, still muttering, "Hurry and come back to the room with me. If you stay here and get seen by others, it will be very bad."
Fu Chen chuckled: "Silly! " He pulled her into his arms, clamped her waist tightly, put his chin on her shoulder, and sighed with satisfaction: "I can't see you anymore. I feel like I'm going crazy in Qingzhou!"
He was worried about her and couldn't sleep at night. He was even more worried that she had no one to help her in Beijing and that she would be implicated if the matter was exposed. He discussed with Prince Qing several times to return to the capital, but was stopped every time. This time, taking the opportunity of Prince Qing's mansion sending gifts to the East Palace, he secretly ran away from Prince Qing's mansion early and followed the motorcade to Beijing halfway.
As calm and rational as he was, he never thought that one day he would do something so reckless .
Tang Ying could accept the etiquette of warmly hugging each other, but she strongly opposed Fu's private return to Beijing: "...I'm actually fine. According to Lord Shen, my power is growing day by day. There are not many people in Beijing who can afford to offend me. Don't let your imagination run wild. Go back to Qingzhou at dawn tomorrow."
Fu Chen had been thinking about her day and night. After returning to Beijing, he had been secretly following her for several days. He was already filled with jealousy. Hearing her urging him, he couldn't help but blurt out, "Yingying is so anxious to send me back to Qingzhou. Are you afraid that I will be exposed in front of others, or are you afraid that I will affect your relationship with Master Xiaojing?"
"You saw everything?" Tang Ying was so angry that she laughed: "Since you saw everything, why don't you hurry back to Qingzhou?" She slapped Fu's paw: "Let go!"
"No way!" It was rare that Lord Fu also had a childish side: "When I left, you promised to wait for me, but before I came back, you were already in close contact with Jing Liulang in Beijing. He even showed signs of wanting to marry you, and all that was missing was a matchmaker. And you actually chased me away?" As he spoke, he actually looked a little aggrieved.
Tang Ying had known him for more than a day or two, and they had worked together as colleagues for quite some time. Lord Fu always looked calm and composed, so how could she have ever seen him look aggrieved and childish?
"What else? Do you want to stay for the wedding banquet?" She found it very funny.
"With me in Beijing, do you think the wedding banquet can still be held?" Fu Chen gritted his teeth.
"Are you going back to Qingzhou or not?" Tang Ying ignored his threats and said, "I will handle the things in Beijing myself. If you stay, won't you just cause trouble for me?"
Master Fu had never been so despised before. Seeing that she did not take the threat seriously, he had to persuade her earnestly: "Jing Huai is an old fox, and the Jing Liulang he taught is also a little fox. He talks a lot, but people's hearts are hidden. Who knows what he wants to do to you. He is certainly talented, but due to his family tradition, he is the most untrustworthy."
It sounds like they want to discredit Keirokuro at all costs.
The arm around her waist was as hard as iron. Chun Mo was wearing thin clothes, and the man's body temperature was transmitted to her through the thin clothes. The temperature of the place where he was holding her was much higher. Tang Ying could not concentrate on discussing with him whether Jing Liulang was reliable: "Can you loosen your claws first?"
Fu Chen did as he was told and loosened his grip. Seeing that she was about to take the wooden box on the stone table, he quickly took it up for her and asked curiously, "What is this?"
Tang Ying chuckled: "It's just a little thing. There will be a big show in the palace tomorrow, so I have to prepare."
Speaking of the palace, Fu Chen had something else to say: "The evil Taoist priest in the palace?"
"Evil Taoist?" Tang Ying was very surprised. She didn't expect that Lord Fu hated Taoist Xuanzhen so much. "You can only say this in front of me. If His Majesty hears that you are so disrespectful to Taoist Xuanzhen, you will have several heads chopped off."
She suddenly stopped Fu Chen, and took the lead to walk through the moon-shaped door and glance around. It was late at night, and the servants in the mansion had fallen asleep. No one was walking around. Then she turned around and called Fu Chen to follow her: "I was wrong just now. Even if you are respectful to Taoist Xuanzhen now, His Majesty is determined to get your head." So let's go back to Qingzhou, brother!
The servants in her mansion were all appointed by the emperor. Although Zhang Qing cleared out the problematic ones on the pretext of something, he could not guarantee that there were still spies planted by the Emperor of Southern Qi among them, so it was better to be cautious.
Fu Chen touched his head and said with great satisfaction: "Don't worry, I will definitely protect my head well."
The two returned to their room. She didn't know how long the candles in the room had been burning. She was used to not having to be served by others, and the servants usually lit the lights and left.
Looking closely under the lamp, Fu Chen couldn't help but said distressedly: "I've been gone for more than a year, why do you look thinner than before? Is it because you have too much work or is the cook in the mansion not good enough?"
Tang Ying looked at him and said, "It seems that Princess Qing did not withhold your food. You look well." He was covered in whip wounds when he left, but when he came back he was full of life and had even learned to follow her. Who knows if it's because he ate too well?
Fu Chen wanted to hold her in his arms and hug her, but he was afraid that being too clingy would drive her away. He could only smile and sit down, saying seriously, "I didn't plan to show up at your house, but I found that the evil Taoist priest had a close relationship with Zhang Wenhua. You just offended that treacherous villain recently, so he must have joined forces with the evil Taoist priest to retaliate against you. You might not believe someone else's message, so I had to come here in person to remind you."
Tang Ying has the best intelligence agency in Southern Qi under his command, and knows more : "Xuan Zhen was introduced to Your Majesty by Zhang Wenhua. It would be strange if the two of them didn't have any contact. But have you ever thought about who gave Zhang Wenhua this idea?"
