The siblings sat in the pavilion for more than an hour. Ban Heng finally couldn't help but say, "Sister, let's go back. It's too cold here."
The night wind blew on her face, and it felt like a knife was scraping her face.
"Okay, let's go back." Ban Han saw Ban Heng shrink back like a pitiful puppy. He couldn't help but laugh, "Let's go back."
Ban Heng couldn't wait to stand up. When he was about to leave, he saw that Ban Han was still sitting there. He looked at her hesitantly, "Sister, are you in a bad mood?"
Ban Han squinted at him, "Which eye of yours saw that I was in a bad mood?"
Ban Heng sat back down and held the warm teacup, "Then I'll stay with you for a while?"
"Okay, I'm going back to the courtyard." Ban Han stood up and patted her brother's round head, "You go back too."
"Then I'll go back." Ban Heng ran two steps and turned to Ban Han, "I'm really going back."
Ban Han couldn't bear it anymore and kicked him lightly on the butt, "Why aren't you leaving? Are you going to stay here and feel the cold wind?"
Ban Heng patted his butt and ran out with a smile, like a big dog that had been released from its leash. His hands and legs were all happy. Ban Han looked at his back and couldn't help but shake his head with a smile.
What a silly brother …
She only hoped that her dream was real. She would die in a beautiful death wearing a fox fur coat and her family would be taken care of. Otherwise, what would happen to her silly brother in the future?
The next morning, when Ban Heng found out that his sister didn't sleep last night because she ate too much for dinner, he felt that his behavior last night was a little stupid because he couldn't sleep because of worry. When he went out to meet some of his friends, they saw that he looked tired and wondered what he did last night.
"The moon was so beautiful last night. Brother Ban must have spent some time with a beautiful woman or enjoyed the moon with a cup." Zhou Changxiao put his arm around Ban Heng's neck, "Am I right?"
Ban Heng slapped him away in disdain. "It's true that I'm admiring the moon with a cup, but it's a pity that I'm not accompanying a beauty. I'm accompanying my sister."
"If I can admire the moon with Sister Yue, I'm willing to stay up all night." Zhou Changxiao's face showed some yearning. "Under the hazy moonlight, a beauty in gorgeous clothes is like a fairy under the moon, the most beautiful scenery in the world."
"Shut up!" Ban Heng didn't like to joke about his sister. "I'm here today because I have something to ask of you."
"What is it?" Zhou Changxiao and the other foppish playboys became spirited. "Should we put Xie Qilin in a gunny sack or teach Shen Yu a lesson?"
Ban Heng, "…"
"Didn't Duke Rong say a few words for our family before?" Ban Heng was a little embarrassed. "I was worried that he would offend Left Prime Minister Yan and would be given a hard time in court. So I wanted you to help me ask around."
"You still don't know?" Zhou Changxiao looked at Ban Heng in surprise. "The Yan Family is now busy with their own affairs. How can they have the energy to make things difficult for Duke Rong?"
"What happened to the Yan Family?" Ban Heng looked at Zhou Changxiao in confusion and found that his close friends were looking at him like he was an idiot.
"The Yan Family committed a crime and angered His Majesty. Left Prime Minister Yan is now claiming to be ill and is reflecting on his mistakes behind closed doors."
Yan Hui wasn't claiming to be ill. He was really ill. When his wife, Wei shi, ran to Jingting Marquis but was driven out by the servants of the Princess Royal, he became ill because of excessive worry. If it wasn't for Chen shi's sudden miscarriage, he would have sent people to stop Wei shi. Unfortunately …
He was able to get to where he was by being cautious. He knew better than anyone what kind of person His Majesty was.
Suspicious, vengeful, loved to live and hated to die.
In order to gain His Majesty's trust, he put in a lot of effort and energy. But now that this matter had happened, it would inevitably arouse His Majesty's suspicion and dissatisfaction.
Madam Chen divorced her eldest son, her youngest son was unconscious, and he was rejected by the Emperor. The Yan Family … He didn't dare to think about what would happen to the Yan Family in the future.
"Da Lang," Yan Hui leaned against the head of the bed, "take father's invitation and go to the Grand Royal Residence to pay your respects. Whether you bring a bramble to ask for forgiveness or kneel down, you must make the Princess Royal willing to see you."
"Father, rest well. Your son will definitely go to the Princess Royal to ask for forgiveness." Yan Ming wiped the corner of his eyes and said with a choked voice.
"It's father who didn't teach you well," Yan Hui gasped for breath and grabbed Yan Ming's hand, "Remember, no matter what the Princess Royal says, you have to sincerely apologize. This is our family's fault. Father is not asking you to put on an act, but to sincerely apologize, do you understand? "
Yan Ming had lost a lot of weight in the past few days, and his clothes seemed to be hanging empty on his body. But now, he could not fall down, nor could he fall down.
"If the Princess Royal doesn't want to see you, then go to Jingting Marquessate and ask for forgiveness from the Princess Fule," Yan Hui coughed until blood came out of his throat, "The Ban Family values relationships and their children. If the Princess Fule is willing to forgive our Yan Family, then it will be twice the result with half the effort."
"Princess Fule?" Yan Ming hesitated, "She's just a woman, and she's also a junior …"
"Do you know why I didn't want your mother to beg the Princess Fule to marry her? It's because the Ban Family values this daughter very much," Yan Hui's voice became softer and softer, "Everyone says that the Princess Ban is unruly and willful, but if she really is a little girl without any brains, how could the royal family favor her so much?"
Yan Hui closed his eyes and said slowly, "No one who is related to the royal family and lives a good life is a fool."
"Princess, would you like to try this?"
"I don't want to eat it." Ban Han waved her hand and weakly lay on the table. As a hedonistic daughter of the royal family who was used to playing, staying at home for several days in a row and not even being able to go out was a rare occurrence.
But now, like her grandmother, she was sick from being angered by the Yan Family. Naturally, she couldn't run around when she was sick.
"This is your favorite snack," Ruyi placed the snack in front of Ban Han, "Are you really not going to eat it?"
Ban Han turned her face, "I'm not eating, I'm going to give it to someone!"
"Who are you going to give it to?" Ruyi coaxed her with a smile, "This servant will arrange for someone to send it over."
"Send it to Cheng Anbo's fu and say that it's from the shizi," Ban Han remembered that Rong Xia had helped her so much and she didn't even say a word of thanks. She stood up and said, "Wait, I'll go to the study to get something and ask the guards to send it over."
The Ban Family didn't lack rare books, calligraphy, and paintings. This time, Ban Han had sent a scroll of paintings. It was said that it was the authentic work of a famous painter from hundreds of years ago. They didn't know whether it was authentic or not, but the painting was very beautiful and the writing was very flamboyant. It was just that it wasn't easy to recognize. Until now, she didn't recognize what was written on it.
"Count," Du Jiu placed a letter in front of Rong Xia, "This is news from the border."
Rong Xia picked up the envelope, opened it, and burned it in the candlelight. "What's the Yan Family doing?"
"Two hours ago, Yan Ming went to the Grand Royal Residence to ask for forgiveness, but the Princess Royal didn't see him." Du Jiu thought for a moment, "The Yan Family's matter is really … They don't even have any face left."
"If I were Yan Ming, the first person I would see would not be the Princess Royal, but the Princess Fule," Rong Xia looked at the letter burning to ashes and said coldly, "The Princess Fule is the one who tied the bell to this matter. Whether it's the Princess Royal or the Jingting Marquessate, it's all because of the Princess Fule that they're so angry. What's the use of him begging the Princess Royal?"
"This …" Du Jiu hesitated, "The Princess Royal is the one who can make the decision in the Ban Family. Shouldn't it be right to beg the Princess Royal?"
Rong Xia didn't say anything. If he hadn't interacted with the Ban Family before, he would probably think the same as the Yan Family. But after seeing the Ban Family's … Style of doing things, he was sure of one thing, and that was that he couldn't deal with this family according to common sense.
"Count, the steward of the Jingting Marquessate requests an audience. He said that he was ordered by Hou Shizi to send you a gift of gratitude."
Rong Xia blew out the candlelight, got up and opened the window. He nodded and said, "Let him in."
The steward sent by the Ban Family had good facial features and wore clean and tidy steward clothes. At first glance, he really didn't look like a servant in the house.
"Greetings, Cheng Anbo."
"No need to be so courteous," Rong Xia looked at the steward, "Why is Shizi sending me a gift of gratitude?"
"Count spoke up for Junzhu. Marquis, Furen, and Shizi are all very grateful. Shizi knows that you are a gentleman of the world and don't like common things like gold and silver. Therefore, we only prepared a small gift. Count, please don't dislike it. "The steward turned and took a food box and a picture scroll from a servant and handed them to Du Jiu.
"Shizi is too courteous. I only spoke the truth, and I don't deserve your thanks."
"Many people in the world know the truth, but not everyone dares to speak it out," The steward bowed deeply to Rong Xia, "I don't dare disturb Count's peace. This one will take his leave."
After the steward left, Du Jiu placed the two items in front of Rong Xia.
It was said that the Ban Family was rich and overbearing. They only gave two gifts. This was really too little.
Rong Xia opened the food box. There were two plates of pastries inside. The light green pastries looked very tempting. He couldn't help but smile. He used the silver chopsticks in the box to pick up one and put it in his mouth.
"Count!" Du Jiu was shocked. How could Count eat these things directly? What if they were poisonous?
Rong Xia waved his hand at him and put down the chopsticks to open the picture scroll.
Du Jiu: You just ate pastries and then went to look at a painting. Count, have you been influenced by the unruly Ban Family?
The ancestors said that you are influenced by the company you keep. It seems that these words are true.
Opening the cover of the picture scroll, Rong Xia carefully took out the slightly yellowed painting and then slowly unrolled it.
"The Moon Gazing at Han Mountain Painting?!"
Du Jiu looked at the painting in horror and almost lost his voice. This was the "Moon Gazing at Han Mountain Painting"!
The "Moon Gazing at Han Mountain Painting" was created by a famous painter hundreds of years ago, Zhao Bizong. It was said that this was his last painting before his death. It was full of all his feelings and longing for his late wife.
It was said that in order to please his favorite concubine who loved famous paintings, the emperor of the previous dynasty sent people everywhere to inquire about this painting, but they couldn't find the original painting.
So the main point was, why was this painting here?
No, it should be said, why did the Ban Family give this painting to their Count?
He shouldn't despise the Ban Family for being stingy. This family wasn't stingy, they were too generous. They were so generous that they were a little crazy. Who would be stupid enough to give away something that was used as a family heirloom?!
Although they weren't from the Ban Family, at this moment, Du Jiu still felt sorry for the Ban Family. "As expected of the hedonistic son of the Ban Family. This gift is really …"
Rong Xia looked at the painting and the smile on his face grew bigger. "It's not him."
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