Chapter 87 You are actually partial to Her Highness the Princess
Sure enough, people still can't be too smooth.
After returning to the capital from the ancestral hall, Jiang Jinshuang angered the emperor and quarreled with Pei Du. Now Si Ning's heart disease has been cured.
God must be afraid that she will get carried away.
——No, Xia Yurong is her retribution.
Jiang Jinshuang rubbed her temples: "No."
Why should she cause trouble for herself?
Chuntao was a little confused: "Xia Yurong said that if His Highness did not see her, she would have been waiting on her knees outside the mansion."
Threaten her?
Hearing this, Jiang Jinshuang chuckled: "Then just kneel down. As a daughter of the Xia Mansion, it is natural for her to kneel down and worship me."
Chuntao was still worried for Jiang Jinshuang: "Your Highness, you have just returned from the ancestral hall. If Xia Yurong does this, won't you be laughed at by those people behind your back again?"
Jiang Jinshuang smiled nonchalantly and rubbed Chuntao's head: "Your Highness is not talked about enough by others? He won't lose any weight, so just let them say it."
Hearing this, Chuntao nodded and then withdrew.
Si Ning has put Jiang Jinshuang's troubles to rest here. Once his heart disease is cured, she will be able to send Si Ning back to Jiangnan safely!
Qian Yao was also very happy. After he settled down with Si Ning, he excitedly returned to Yong'an Mansion to report the news to his master.
Jiang Jinshuang didn't stop him. The burden that had been weighing on the Jiangnan Si family for twenty years was now relieved. No wonder Qian Yao was so happy.
Jiang Jinshuang hasn't slept well since she came back from the ancestral hall. Now that she is relieved of all her worries, she feels a little sleepy.
He told Chuntao to tell her if Si Beihuan came, and he would do the rest after she woke up.
Chuntao also agreed one by one.
As soon as she returned to the dormitory, Jiang Jinshuang relieved herself of all her strength and lay down on the bed comfortably.
She closed her eyes and wanted to sleep for a while.
Jiang Jinshuang is very vigilant. Even if she is asleep, she will always pay attention to the movements around her.
She heard footsteps coming from the room.
Jiang Jinshuang smiled helplessly, but she just turned over comfortably and said in a lazy tone: "Yanjue, come and fan me, I'm warm."
The black figure who was originally standing in the outer room paused, then put down the broken sword, lifted the curtain that separated the outer room from the inner room, and stepped in front of Jiang Jinshuang's bed.
There is always a cold feeling on his body, and in spring, summer, autumn and winter, he cannot feel the cold or heat very well.
He silently took a small fan from the cabinet nearby, stood beside her bed, and fanned her silently.
What is embroidered on the small ball fan is a small green kite, which is fluffy and looks like a living ball of snow.
The fan usually seemed small in Jiang Jinshuang's hand, but now it looked even more restrained in his big hand.
The small and bright-colored round fan looks unharmonious when contrasted with the tall figure of the man.
If anyone else saw this scene, they would probably find it a bit weird and funny.
But Yanjue didn't care about this, he just said nothing and fanned Jiang Jinshuang hard and without complaint.
It’s almost summer.
Jiang Jinshuang is a little afraid of heat.
The fan brought bursts of coolness, and Jiang Jinshuang felt comfortable again, her eyebrows relaxed: "Fan yourself well, don't be lazy, otherwise I will reward you with a slap in the face."
Like a second-generation ancestor who is not stingy.
After hearing this, Yan Jue beside the bed fanned carefully and let out a low "hmm".
Obedient and well-behaved, like a tamed vicious dog.
Yan Jue's ear has always been very good.
He moved his ears slightly and heard crying coming from outside the princess's house.
——It’s the woman named Xia.
He squinted his eyes and lowered his eyelashes, hiding the emotions in his eyes.
Jiang Jinshuang clearly had her back to Yanjue, but she spoke slowly: "Don't let me have any thoughts of killing people."
As if his intentions were revealed, Yan Jue lowered his head, said "Oh" and continued to fan her.
Without looking, he took whatever was at hand and dropped the wooden stick holding up the window.
The window blocked out the crying outside, and the room became quiet again.
……
"Master, master! Master, please go slowly, don't be in a hurry!"
Qian Yao guessed that Si Beihuan would be very happy after he told him the good news. But he never expected that when his master became excited, he could hardly catch up!
Qian Yao hurried behind and followed Si Beihuan to the outside of the princess's mansion.
Si Beihuan was so excited that he kept asking Qian Yao on the way here: "Are you telling the truth? Can my son's heart disease really be cured?"
"Your Highness really found a medical saint to treat my son?"
"Why are you walking so slowly! Hurry up, hurry up!"
"..." Along the way, Qian Yao helplessly answered this question many times.
Until I walked outside the princess's house.
Si Beihuan stopped.
Outside the princess's mansion, I saw a beautifully dressed woman kneeling there, crying and complaining to the door of the mansion. She was holding a handkerchief and crying so hard that I felt pity for her.
Many people came forward. Seeing this scene, they couldn't help but point and talk.
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Si Beihuan frowned and his tone became a little darker. He asked Qian Yao next to him: "What's going on?"
When Qian Yao saw Xia Yurong, his eyes became colder: "This is the daughter of the Xia family. She insisted on seeing Her Highness the Princess. Her Highness said she would not see her, so she knelt down and waited outside the door, trying to embarrass His Highness."
Si Beihuan is missing his right arm, but he looks very majestic and strong, showing his masterly attitude.
Hearing what Qian Yao said, Si Beihuan's eyes deepened: "Anyone who has no eyes dares to come to the princess's house."
If you get closer, you can hear it more clearly.
Xia Yurong knelt outside the princess's house, crying tremblingly: "Your Highness, Yu Rong knows that she was wrong. Please, for the sake of past friendship, please meet Yu Rong and listen to Rong'er's explanation..."
After hearing this, the people around them all pointed and pointed: "Look, look, look, this Princess Zhaoming is really indifferent!"
"But let's talk! It's outrageous to let the daughter of Xia Mansion kneel here!"
"Hmph, this Princess Zhaoming must be jealous of Miss Xia being favored by the First Assistant, and wants to teach her a lesson!"
"Who says it's not the case! She is a princess of a country, but she has so much magnanimity!"
"..."
Si Beihuan on the side couldn't listen anymore.
He frowned and walked to the center of the crowd with a calm and majestic gait.
In an instant, the people who were still whispering fell silent.
Xia Yurong's crying stopped instantly. She looked at the visitor with tears in her eyes, looking very pitiful.
——It’s a pity that Si Beihuan doesn’t accept this trick.
Just giving her a cold look, Si Beihuan spoke condescendingly and said in an indifferent and solemn tone: "Noisy, cut your tongue."
"Yes."
Qian Yao looked coldly as he drew out the sword from his waist and walked towards Xia Yurong.
Everyone had never seen this posture before, and they dispersed like birds and beasts in an instant!
Xia Yurong's eyes widened, thinking that she heard wrongly, and hurriedly stood up and took a few steps back: "Who are you? Do you know who I am, how dare you commit murder on the street!"
This was said to Si Beihuan.
When Si Beihuan heard this, he sneered coldly, his expression unchanged: "I don't care who you are. It's bad luck to cry here and there outside the princess's house."
Xia Yurong fixed her eyes and bit her lip slightly in defense: "I just want to see His Highness, please be accommodating!"
Xia Yurong was a boudoir lady, so naturally she didn't know Si Beihuan, who hadn't been to Beijing for a long time.
As if he had heard a joke, Si Beihuan sneered: "Where do you think the Princess Mansion is? Who is Princess Zhaoming? Is it something you can see whenever you want?"
"Your Highness and I are old acquaintances, and Your Highness the Princess recognizes me!" Xia Yurong defended hurriedly.
Si Beihuan lost his patience: "If you dare to cry again, I will cut out your tongue and send it to the Xia Mansion so that Xia Wenbin, the blind one, can swallow it!"
Si Beihuan rolled out of the sea of blood. How cruel has he not seen before?
With just these words, Xia Yurong was so frightened that her face turned pale, let alone crying, she didn't even dare to take a breath!
Si Beihuan snorted coldly and turned around and entered the princess's mansion.
Qian Yao followed Si Beihuan with a smile on his lips.
Seeing this, Si Beihuan muttered unnaturally: "Why are you laughing?"
Qian Yao said: "Master, do you actually favor Her Highness the Princess in your heart?"