Hearing this, Zhang Peng stopped. He knew that his master was now that Mister Nongzhu, so he looked at Yue Qianchou with a questioning gaze.
"Oh! Since you know who I am and still dare to follow me, you've got guts. " Yue Qianchou smiled faintly and said, "Why are you following me? Tell me the truth. If you lie, I'll tear you apart and feed you to the dogs. Get up and speak."
Although he said this with a smile, Wen Chongzheng felt a chill run down his spine. He did not dare to doubt that Miao Yi was joking. He immediately climbed to his feet with the help of the wall. Trembling, he said, "I am Wen Chongzheng, the second son of Bi Wan Country's Prince of Tranquility, Wen Youyuan. Today, I heard Uncle Bai and my father mention you, so I was curious and followed my father to the inn where you were staying. When I saw you come out, I couldn't help but follow you. "
"Couldn't help but follow me?" Yue Qianchou laughed mockingly. He narrowed his eyes as he recalled some of the matters regarding Bi Wan Country recorded in the jade archive, especially the rule that the royal family could only have one heir. He already had some guesses in his heart.
He tapped his fan on his palm and said, "A prince who's about to be demoted to a commoner dares to play tricks in front of me. Zhang Peng, twist his head off and send it to his father! "
"Spare me, Mister!" Before Zhang Peng could make a move, Wen Chongzheng knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly in fear. "Mister's eyes are sharp. I'm following you because I want to bask in your glory." After he finished speaking, he pressed his head against the ground and his body trembled uncontrollably. The feeling of his life hanging by a thread made him regret coming.
Yue Qianchou waved his fan and signaled for Zhang Peng to stop. He said in a seemingly unintentional manner, "Bask in my glory? Do you want to inherit the Prince's title, or become the Emperor of Bi Wan Country? "
These words hit the kneeling man's weak spot. Wen Chongzheng suddenly raised his head as if he had been injected with adrenaline. He was no longer afraid.
He came to look for Yue Qianchou because he knew Mister Nongzhu's influence in Bi Wan Country. Originally, he wanted to ask Yue Qianchou to put in a good word for him. Presumably, his father would not dare to offend Mister Nongzhu, so the right to inherit the throne would basically fall on him.
Who knew … who knew that Mr. Nongzhu would say the word "emperor" so casually. Judging from his tone, it was not a big deal to give him the throne. Wen Chongzheng's blood immediately boiled, and he forcefully suppressed the surprise in his heart. He cupped his fists and said respectfully, "I don't dare to be picky, and I'm willing to follow Mister's arrangement."
Hmph! He wasn't stupid and knew that going too far was as bad as not going far enough! Yue Qianchou opened his golden folding fan and admired the large group of rich and noble peonies on it. He said leisurely, "Why should I help you arrange it? What benefits do I get?"
At the side, Zhang Peng's eyes slightly drooped. Master was indeed Master. Whatever he casually used was a trick. It was worth learning!
Wen Chongzheng's spirit was lifted. He was afraid that the other party wouldn't help him. Since the other party had stated the conditions, it would be easy. He immediately said with a solemn expression, "Thunder and rain are all bestowed upon me by Mister. As long as I have the slightest bit of success in the future, as long as Mister gives the order, I will be the first to act according to my abilities."
The meaning hidden in his words was very simple. If you can make me your highness, you can make me do anything you want within your authority as a king. If you let me become the Emperor, then I can do anything within the Emperor's authority.
"Wen Congzheng, Congzheng. What a good name. As expected, you're made for politics." Yue Qianchou smiled faintly.
"Uh …" Wen Chongzheng smiled awkwardly and said, "Mister has misunderstood. Chongzheng is the Chongzheng of respect for the seniors. It is the Chongzheng of being upright like the seniors. It is not a political career."
Damn it! What a talent for bootlicking! Able to bow and submit, willing to do anything for the sake of the throne. He's even more ruthless than me! Yue Qianchou sized up this fellow. He had a dignified appearance, but there was a hint of malice hidden in his expression. As expected, he had the appearance of an ambitious and ruthless character.
"Get up! How can a future Emperor always kneel before others? "Yue Qianchou's tone became much gentler. Zhang Peng's eyes darted around. Master was really awesome. He casually promised someone else to be the Emperor. Who knew when he would fulfill his promise.
Wen Chongzheng's spirit was lifted. He stood up and said, "No matter what I become, I will never dare to be arrogant in front of Mister."
"Alright! Don't be so mushy. Don't follow me anymore. " Yue Qianchou held his fan and patted his shoulder. He said, "I've taken your matter to heart. Go back! I'll look for you if there's anything. "
"It's fine. This junior has practiced martial arts since young. I can carry and carry. I can also accompany Mister to shop." Wen Chongzheng flattered. He subconsciously glanced at Zhang Peng from the corner of his eyes. It was obvious that he had followed Zhang Peng all the way here.
Zhang Peng immediately gave him a look of approval. Shopping really wasn't something a man should do. This brat is not bad!
"Hm?" Yue Qianchou's face turned cold. He snorted coldly. It seemed to be saying, you dare to not listen to me?
A chill that could take one's soul away came pressing down. Wen Chongzheng couldn't help but shiver. He hurriedly bowed and said, "This junior knows his mistake. This junior will take his leave." He turned around and quickly walked out of the alley.
The three of them slowly walked out, and Hibiscus continued her passionate shopping spree …
Along the way, they could feel that the entire Da Yang City was brimming with a festive atmosphere. From the mouths of the commoners on the road, they heard the most about the Emperor's beloved daughter, the Third Princess Zhao Chenxiang's competition to choose her son-in-law.
From time to time, they could see the nobles from various countries strolling around the streets. They wantonly spent money in the shops that caught their eye. The happiest ones were the business owners. Who wouldn't be happy when their business was booming?
The three of them smelled a tempting fragrance of meat on the street. They saw a tall and sturdy man selling lamb chops on the street. Yue Qianchou waved his hand. The three of them walked over and prepared to open their fast.
On the fiery red charcoal stove, the golden and tender lamb chops were roasted. The fat from the roasting dripped into the charcoal fire, causing some ashes to rise. The boss ordered the ingredients and quickly smeared them on a row of barbecued skewers. His skillful movements attracted many customers.
The three of them mingled with the crowd and became customers on the side of the road. Furong wandered around in this vast sea of people for a long time. She was no longer afraid of strangers. She mixed in with the crowd and chewed on the lamb chops without the slightest scruple.
Yue Qianchou spent most of his time on her. Seeing that she ate until her mouth was covered with grease, he would occasionally take out a piece of cloth to wipe her face. Furong would always smile foolishly in response, causing Yue Qianchou's heart to soften.
The passersby by the side of the road cast strange gazes at the two of them. In this era, men and women were more conservative in public. They had never seen a man be so bold on the streets.
While the man looked at her in disdain, the women who had shown themselves looked at Furong enviously. In everyone's eyes, Yue Qianchou was extraordinarily handsome, while Furong looked ordinary. However, it was this ordinary-looking woman who had won the favor of such an outstanding man. It made people feel that it was illogical.
Therefore, many people guessed that the man must be living off a woman. Although the woman was not good-looking, she must have a family background.
Zhang Peng was speechless when he saw how affectionate the two of them were. The leader of Utopia, an influential figure in the cultivation world, actually had such a side to him. Actually, he had always had a question. Utopia's Qu Ping 'er was the first woman he knew. Now that he had another mistress, he wondered if there were any other mistresses. If there were, which one was older and which one was younger?
The stall owner of the roasted lamb chops had long noticed the three people beside him. He waited for the business to slow down a little and not so busy. He suddenly picked up three skewers of lamb chop and handed them to the three of them, causing them to look at each other in dismay.
"Eat! It's free! I'll give it to you for free! " The burly man laughed heartily and said, "I can tell that the young master is a good person. This madam is also a blessed person. This big brother is also an honest person."
He had been observing people for a long time in the marketplace. The way Yue Qianchou looked at Furong did not have any hint of hypocrisy. It was not what others thought. Furong's eyes were clean and pure. It was not something that could be faked. While Zhang Peng was eating, he would constantly observe the surroundings, intentionally or unintentionally separating the two of them from the others. Clearly, he was a guard who was very responsible. Therefore, he came to this conclusion.
Yue Qianchou did not think much of what he said, but he was very happy when he praised Furong. He nodded in approval and said, "Boss, you indeed have good taste. My madam is naturally the most blessed person in the world. Well said. You should be rewarded! "He took out a huge ingot of glistening yellow gold and stuffed it into the boss's hand.
The boss was dumbfounded. How long did he have to set up his stall to earn such a huge lump of gold? He immediately waved his hands and said, "I can't accept it, I can't accept it!"
Zhang Peng snorted coldly and said, "My master said you can accept it, so you can accept it. If you continue being long-winded, I'll smash your stall." Yue Qianchou smiled and nodded in tacit agreement. The customers in front of the stall looked at each other in dismay. This was the first time they saw someone forcing someone to accept money.
The boss embarrassedly put away the ingot of gold and said with an awkward smile, "Young Master is a noble person, then I won't be polite with you. I have roasted lamb chops here. Young Master, please eat as much as you want. Young Master, please don't be polite, otherwise I won't be able to sleep because of this money."
"This is a business transaction. Alright, deal." Yue Qianchou nodded in agreement. The three of them did not stand on ceremony and ate as they should. They even chatted with the boss from time to time.
The sky was gradually shrouded in a layer of twilight. Just as the three of them were about to return, a group of imperial bodyguards on tall horses opened the way in front of them. Behind them was a luxurious carriage. Yue Qianchou did not think much of it. There were many nobles in the secular world. He only glanced at them casually, but he suddenly realized that the people in the lead were somewhat familiar. For a moment, he could not remember where he had seen them.
When the carriage passed by him, he saw an old man on horseback protecting him. He narrowed his eyes slightly. The people in front of him also reminded him of who they were. This old man was none other than Elder Lu Wanwan of the Hundred Flowers Valley Cultivation Alliance who disappeared after Aung Kwang-tsung was wiped out. The people in front were also disciples of Aung Kwang-tsung. Yue Qianchou had wanted to find this old man to settle the score, but he had not been able to find him. He did not expect to meet him here. It was really a small world for enemies …
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