The prince spared his life! The lady has been reborn to save you

Wei Xingli walked into the room at a brisk pace, his scarlet cloak fluttering in the wind behind him like a flying butterfly landing on the ground.

Huaichun and Qiaoyu tactfully retreated and took the dog from Chu Yizhao's arms away.

Wei Xingli glanced at the yellow dog out of the corner of his eye and felt like he had seen it somewhere.

The yellow dog stuck out its tongue at him, with two white spots between its eyebrows and a squinting look.

Wei Xingli's face froze.

Isn't this someone's dog?

The one that loves to eat shit.

"... "

The blue light caught his sight. Wei Xingli ignored it and sat down, looking at Chu Yizhao.

"I was pressed for time to get this headpiece, and I think it's too rough. If you don't like it, put it aside. I'll find you a red pine headpiece tomorrow."

The green pine of high quality tends to be mountain green, but no matter how green it is, it is still green, and he always feels uneasy.

Chu Yizhao gasped inwardly. Green pines are rare, and red pines are even rarer. This man said something worth a thousand gold coins. I wonder if it's because the Jinshan of the Pingxi Palace is in the back garden of the Yue Palace.

She said sarcastically, "Your Highness is very generous."

Wei Xingli lowered his upturned eyes, and dragged out his voice in an attempt to act coquettishly, "Ah Ming... last night..."

"Okay," Chu Yizhao interrupted him.

She didn't want to talk about what happened last night.

Wei Xingli's face turned pale. "A Ming, let me explain..."

Chu Yizhao frowned and said, "No matter what the reason is, I always mind it."

Yesterday she was reckless and obsessed with sex, but this morning she thought about it carefully and realized that this was not right in terms of etiquette and morality. Even though Wei Xing was dying, he was still a normal man who grew up reading books of sages.

"I'll accept your gift and let you in. Don't mention anything else."

When Wei Xingli saw her like this, he felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what.

It seems like a good thing, but it's not.

After frowning and thinking for a while, Wei Xingli smiled and said, "Well... since you are not feeling well, I won't mention it."

Some things don't need to be explained too clearly, Amin will always know whether he likes it or not.

Wei Xingli picked up one layer of the headdress and placed it somewhere else, and a thick layer of golden light appeared in the second layer.

The thirty solid gold bars weighed so heavily that Chu Yizhao's eyes trembled.

Wei Xingli said, "I drew the picture for the headpiece. I originally wanted to create seasonal flowers and birds, but then I thought that the winter plum blossoms are lonely and proud, and the withered chrysanthemums are bitter. I don't think you would like them."

"Then use the flower of your loyalty and love."

"This gold..."

The man's eyes were curved, his expression was gentle and docile, and his gorgeous features blended into a clear, handsome and warm jade.

"It's pocket money for you."

Chu Yizhao opened her mouth. She wanted to praise the pattern drawn by the man himself.

But this box of gold bars is too dazzling.

She whispered, "I have money."

"Well, you are the richest lady."

Wei Xingli smiled and replied, "But since I have dragged a young lady from a marquis's mansion to live in this small courtyard, I should be responsible for her food, clothing and other expenses."

Chu Yizhao was speechless. She looked around. The cushion under her butt, the teacup on the table, the tea leaves in the cup, the earrings on her ears, and even this house were all from Wei Xingli's private vault.

How else can I be responsible...

This man was so generous that it made her feel uneasy.

and…

Chu Yizhao asked weakly, "Where did you get all this money..."

Wei Xingli was a refined and respectable man. His food, clothing and daily expenses were all precious or expensive. He would beckon with fruits from the four provinces, textiles from the four regions, and jade from the four treasures. The way he spent money could not be described as flowing water, but rather as a waterfall pouring down from the top of the Nine Heavens Mountain.

"With such a huge expenditure, could it be that the Prince of Yue's Palace has been emptied out..."

Chu Yizhao continued to guess.

Wei Xingli raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Why, are you afraid that I can't afford to support you?"

Chu Yizhao's mouth twitched slightly, "I dare not"

I'm afraid you'll use the gold to hit people.

Wei Xingli smiled and reassured her, "I haven't fallen to the point of using the Yue Palace's money yet."

"I have bought a lot of shops over the years. The shop left by my mother is also here. The profit is very high, enough for us to splurge."

There will always be...something left for you.

Wei Xingli thought silently in his heart.

The corners of his mouth slightly raised, and his eyes stared at the little girl's trembling eyes with infatuation.

The little girl looks smart, but she is actually a simple and honest mushroom inside. No matter who the visitor is, as long as he praises her, she will shake and open her umbrella towards the person without reservation.

The Ling family father and daughter had no relatives or friends with her, so she waved her small umbrella and secretly lent them a helping hand.

Silly mushroom.

Chu Yizhao turned his eyes away from the gold bars and gave affirmation, "A business genius."

Then he asked curiously, "You are the prince of the Yue Palace, don't you need a public account?"

Wei Xingli held up his face and replied casually, "No need."

Chu Yizhao found it particularly strange.

The man half closed his eyes and didn't want to say more.

Chu Yizhao stopped at the point.

Everyone has things they don't want others to know.

"How is the matter with Yuxian Tower?"

Today is the sixth day of the first lunar month. Zuo Fu sets out to return to his hometown in Lichuan to worship his ancestors and entertain guests. The day after tomorrow is the day for the wedding invitation with a bouquet of hydrangeas.

Wei Xingli skillfully hooked Chu Yizhao's little finger and said lazily, "We'll get married on the eighth day of the first lunar month and enter the bridal chamber on the fifteenth day. If Chu Yunyu is capable, he can create a baby before the New Year."

Chu Yizhao sneered, "Chu Yunyu can't even take out the betrothal gifts, and he can expect Zhang Ruyi to enter the bridal chamber obediently?"

"Qi Heng's concubine is very favored and has given the Chu family a lot of gifts. Chu Yunyu is a little smart, so the betrothal gift will not be a problem for him."

His fingers were like peeling onion roots. Wei Xingli tilted his head to look at his intertwined knuckles, thinking carefully,

What do onions taste like?

...

On weekdays, Wei Xingli would stay for meals and naps. If Chu Yizhao went out and he was alone, he would not stay.

When Dong Yanwan came to see her, Wei Xingli had just taken medicine and was exhausted, so he was ready to rest. Chu Yizhao thought he would go back to the South Courtyard or the Prince of Yue's Mansion, but he didn't expect him to rest in the small courtyard.

"Okay, then you sleep well and I'll bring you something good when I come back."

Chu Yizhao smiled gently, and her crisp voice carried some of the cuteness of a girl. She stood against the light, with a light white fluffy collar rubbing against her cheek, looking cute and tender.

Wei Xingli wanted to reach out and touch her face, but he couldn't lift his hand. His eyelids felt heavy and slowly closed uncontrollably.

The moment before consciousness disappears.

Wei Xingli felt a little regretful.

The arrows pierced through the years and the wind lingered in my ears.

He thought he would run faster next time.

Winter has arrived. There are more vendors and people carrying large and small bags of shopping coming and going on the streets, making it much busier than usual.

"It's almost the end of the year, but it hasn't snowed yet." Dong Yanwan opened the curtains to see.

Chu Yizhao recalled, "It should be raining after the 15th."

Hearing this, Dong Yanwan teased, "Have you ever observed the celestial phenomena at the Taoist temple?"

"Do you dare to bet?" Chu Yizhao challenged. She has plenty of money now.

"I won't bet with you. It will always snow in winter. If it doesn't snow, Your Majesty will have to go to the mountain to worship." Dong Yanwan muttered softly.

Chu Yizhao clicked his tongue twice, "You're getting bolder and bolder. You even dare to tease the royal family."

If there is no snow in winter, there will be locust plagues in spring and summer. If there are strange signs in the sky, the censor will impeach the person in power for being immoral, and the emperor will have to offer sacrifices to heaven to confess his sins.

Dong Yanwan chuckled twice, "We are just friends, you won't tell anyone."

Look at that heartless look.

Chu Yizhao was looking for trouble, "Aren't you best friends with Sister Yan? Why are you trying to get close to me?"

"I am so wronged. She left for her hometown today and I didn't even see her off. She is here to play with you."

Chu Yizhao frowned in confusion. She had a disagreement with Zuo Suiyan, so she didn't want to go.

Why didn't this person go?

Perhaps it was because Chu Yizhao's eyes were too straightforward, Dong Yanwan understood immediately, she explained, "We met by chance on Shanglin Street yesterday, and we said a few words, which was considered a farewell. Oh, yes, she wanted to look for you, but I stopped her."

"What does she want me to do?"

Dong Yanwan guessed, "It's probably because of the sadness of separation, and the feeling of the impermanence of life, and I always want to see the people I'm close to."

"Is she having a bad time?"