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Two carriages and a dozen or so horses sped through the dust.

Jiang Wuyan put down the white pearl and smiled slightly, "The situation has been settled."

Zhao Qingyan stared at the chessboard for a long time before letting out a long sigh. "I concede." Ye Zichen chucked Blackie, who was caught between his fingers, back onto the board, then patted his head. "This time, I held up three more steps."

Jiang Wuyan reached for the teacup on the stove and took a sip. With a leisurely smile, she said, "Playing chess with you is the easiest, you don't have to worry about losing your face because of mistakes."

Zhao Qingyan asked snappily, "Am I that bad?" She reached out her hand to him.

Jiang Wuyan poured another cup of tea and passed it to him, "I heard that you often play chess with Lu Sobbing? "You don't need it, why do you insist on crying Lu to accompany you?"

Zhao Qingyan sighed lightly, "Hao, his current level is about half of yours. I lost seven times out of ten against him. The remaining three matches were all because he didn't dare to win."

When Jiang Wuyan heard the latter half of his words, she laughed lightly, "I didn't expect that there would be someone like you, whose chess skills are so weak."

Zhao Qingyan gave him a helpless look, "You know, I really don't have any talent."

Jiang Wuyan placed the cup to the side and said, "Actually, I can already leave. There's no need for me to stay with you."

Zhao Qingyan said helplessly, "It didn't take up much of your time. Why are you in such a hurry?"

Jiang Wuyan curled her lips, "Staying in the mansion and messing around every day like a customer." Moreover, the fact that I was driven out of Bewitching Butterfly Town is well-known in the martial arts world. If I follow you around for the rest of my life, it would really be like me falling into despair. "

When Zhao Qingyan heard the complaints, he did not seem to care. He said half-jokingly and half consolingly, "After all, a friend like me is here. You should consider yourself unlucky. In a few more days, it will be over."

Jiang Wuyan heaved a long sigh, "When I was your age, you were only seven or eight. "Now that I have not even gotten married yet, you are already preparing to marry the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world to your family."

Zhao Qingyan raised an eyebrow. "Envy?"

Jiang Wuyan smiled lightly, "I'm not that envious. After all, I was once on the verge of marrying a woman whose looks were not inferior to Mu Qing Han's, I was just a little short. " Ye Zichen tidied up the hair on his forehead, hiding the scars that had already covered his face even more tightly.

Zhao Qingyan looked at him and sighed. He pursed his lips and asked, "You still hate Tang Xiao's stupidity?"

Just as Jiang Wuyan realized what she was doing, she looked at her hand for a moment before slowly saying, "I don't hate him, and I shouldn't hate him either. And if I hold a grudge against your stupidity, it'll be hard for you to do the same.

Zhao Qingyan shook her head. "I don't think the two of them will help each other."

"Yun Mo …" Jiang Wuyan called out to him in a low voice. When she saw him looking at her with a questioning gaze, she asked in hesitation, "Do you really trust Lu Sai?"

Zhao Qingyan froze for a moment, "You don't believe me, but you should trust Qingfeng. Qingfeng, didn't he also say that Sir Ren …"

"I don't believe you," he said. "Lu Weeping isn't his father!" When Jiang Wuyan saw the astonishment on Zhao Qingyan's face, she was slightly stunned before lowering her eyes. After a long while, she said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, I've been a little irritable recently."

Zhao Qingyan shook his head. "I'm sorry. It was my fault."

Jiang Wuyan did not understand. "Why are you apologizing?"

Zhao Qingyan smiled bitterly, "I shouldn't have forgotten what a few days are like, and I shouldn't have forced you to come with me."

"What mistake did you make?" It was also because I was young and arrogant, and was too conceited, that I ended up like this. " Jiang Wuyan fell backwards onto the thick blanket and stared blankly at the roof of the coach.

Zhao Qingyan's fingers curled up as she silently looked at Jiang Wuyan who had a blank look in her eyes. She was speechless for a long time.

— —

"Bai Zhen, are you sure that Zhao Qingyan and the others will come to this inn?" Wen Lun lay by the window and looked down, appearing somewhat restless.

Bai Zhen sat in front of the table and studied the tea set on the table. But it was certain that they had entered the city. This was the most luxurious of the several inns nearest to the West Lake. He was most likely to come here. "Also, don't shake me, it makes me dizzy."

Wen Lun gave him a stare and gave him a provocative shake. "It's not like I'm in front of your eyes. What is there to be dizzy about? Furthermore, according to your information, they have already been in the city for more than an hour. This is enough time for a round trip! "

Bai Zhen glanced at him. "Do you think everyone is like you? What's the hurry? "It's about time, we'll just have to wait a little longer …"

"Hehe!" It's here, it's here! Do you see that? " Without waiting for Bai Zhen to finish speaking, Wen Lun cried out.

"Hmm?" Bai Zhen was startled. He put down the teacup in his hand, stood up, and walked over to Wen Lun's side and looked outside.

There were a few bodyguards surrounding the carriage that was slightly larger than the usual carriages. The two snow-white horses pulling the carriage were both one-in-one horses – or, it could be said that for such a large carriage to be pulled by two horses, it was sufficient to show the strength of these two horses.

As for the young man who walked down from the carriage, he wore a green fox fur coat that reached to his knees, and his white boots were spotless. Her long hair was neatly tied up, and she wore a light yet luxurious silver crown. Perhaps it was because the other party was too far away and he couldn't clearly see his face, but just based on his senses, he didn't think that the other party would be ugly.

The two princes traveled far away. Even though the guards accompanying them had been reduced by more than half due to the persistence of Zhao Baiyi and Zhao Qingyan, there were still fourteen of them.

Zhao Qingyan seemed to say something with a smile. Then, she walked into the inn with Jiang Wuyan.

Bai Ju saw Wen Lun was still looking down and could not help but laugh, "What are you looking at? He's come in and he can't be seen. "

Wen Lun regained his senses and asked with a strange expression on his face, "How did he leave?"

"He knows how to leave?" Bai Zhen was stunned for a moment before coming to a realization. "I remember telling you that he had a brace tied to his leg. He could move it with his inner force, so he could leave."

Wen Lun nodded. "I know, but he looks exactly the same as a normal person. I can't even see a hint of stiffness in him."

Bai Zhen sat back down and said, "That's true. Walking alone was indeed nothing. However, when he got on the horse, he relied on his Qing Gong. When he sat down, he seemed to need to open a mechanism at his waist before he could sit. No matter how strong the mechanism is, there should be a flaw in it. "

Wen Lun imagined it and asked, "How many things do you want to tie around his legs to make him walk? It should be a lot of suffering, right? "

Bai Ju said, "Yes, of course. He had heard his father say that the young prince's support was to be fastened at the waist with a leather belt, so that he would not be able to eat much. It's because the young prince was too persistent and did not want to stand up for his entire life, that's why the Qi King Manor spent so much money and expended so much effort to make that stand. "

Wen Lun said thoughtfully, "It doesn't sound like he is very bad."

Bai Zhen found it funny. "Why do you think he's bad?"

Wen Lun smiled faintly. "After all, he is the husband of Qing Han. I hope that he isn't that bad and isn't wrong, right?"

Bai Zhen saw his indifferent expression and could not help but ask, "Have you thought it through?"

Wen Lun shrugged and asked with a hint of self-mockery, "What else? I can still rush out and stand in front of Zhao Qingyan and say 'Qing Han is mine, I love her, and you can't give her happiness', or what? "

Bai Zhen was speechless.

Wen Lun took a deep breath and laughed. "This is good as well. We can still play for a few more years." Besides, don't think I'm in a bad mood. From the very beginning, Qing Han and Zhao Qingyan had an engagement, and Qing Han had maintained a distance from me from beginning to end. Actually, my family is a business family, and I'm not the eldest son. How could I bear the burden of the Manchu Mansion? Zhao Qingyan had power and influence, and he was a good person as well. Furthermore, his father's master had deep ties with the Marquis. His mechanical arts are also said to be very good, and can also be considered as a place where the marquis's hundred years of history can be found.

Bai Zhen opened and closed his mouth, then shut it again and listened quietly.

Wen Lun said, "I know that Master Hou and Qing Han are not people who have the power to stand up to the enemy, but what they did was absolutely not wrong. Master Hou only had one daughter. If he wanted to marry one, then forget about his character, it would be difficult for him to find someone to shoulder the burden of the entire household. It was even more difficult to find a talented young man who was willing to marry into their clan. Zhao Qingyan was the son of the Son of Heaven, Prince Mo, and the only son of the Qi King who wielded great power. As for me, I am only a merchant. Not to mention that Zhao Qingyan's appearance and temperament are definitely worthy of Qing Han, as long as he can save the family of the Marquis from being annihilated, Qing Han will marry him. "

Wen Lun revealed a smile with some difficulty. He raised his head and said softly, "Actually, I am very happy that Qing Han is able to marry Zhao Qingyan. Because, Zhao Qingyan could at least make things stand out and respect each other without making Qing Han suffer too much. "

His back was to the light, and his long hair, which fell to his waist, was silvery gray in the sunlight. His haggard and pale face carried helplessness as he forced himself to smile.

"Ziyu, curse a few times if you feel uncomfortable. Don't hold it in." Bai Zhen stood up and patted his shoulder.

Wen Lun half turned his body and dodged his palm. With a serious expression, he asked, "Can I give you a punch?"

Bai Zhen was momentarily at a loss for words. He casually replied, "Sure."

Before he finished speaking, Wen Lun had already brandished his fist and unceremoniously punched Bai Zhen's chest. The muffled sound of the fist hitting flesh was the indication of the strength of the punch. Bai Zhen was caught off guard and took four to five steps back, barely managing to avoid falling to the table. As for the table made of Pear Wood, it emitted a weak cracking sound.

Bai Zhen did not care about the dull pain in his chest. Just as he was about to stand up and grumble, Wen Lun's fist magnified again, right at his nose. Bai Zhen hurriedly used his arm to shield his face. When Wen Lun struck him, he took three steps back to reduce most of his strength. However, his arm still felt a wave of pain.

It was fortunate that the room was large enough that Bai Zhen was able to retreat continuously in order to avoid crashing into the wall.

"Hey!" Just as Bai Zhen was lamenting in his heart, he saw Wen Lun's leg kicking towards him as he growled. Bai Zhen swept a glance at his surroundings and picked up the pillow on the bed to support himself. He leaped lightly, and the force of Wen Lun's kick sent him flying a few steps to the side.

The heavy porcelain pillow was shattered into pieces by Wen Lun's kick. One of the pieces even smashed into Bai Zhen's foot. Just as Bai Zhen was about to jump into the air, he saw that Wen Lun wanted to continue his attack, so he could not help but raise his eyebrows. Then, he grabbed a stool and smashed it against Bai Zhen's head.

Wen Lun was also not to be outdone. He simply raised the table that Bai Zhen had destroyed and threw it directly at him.

The porcelain that had been teetering on the edge of the table fell to the floor, shattering into pieces.