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Yun Heran looked at Teng Yu and Yin Xu while talking, his eyes were not bad, so he could naturally tell whether the relationship between the two was sincere or fake.

Putting aside what he heard in Jinggeyuan before, just looking at their current way of getting along, you can know how close their relationship is.

Although the third prince has no skills and is surrounded by flowers and plants, he has never heard of anyone who is particularly fond of him.

Yin Xu slapped Teng Yu's clumsy hand on his waist away with a palm, and growled, "Is it over?" He moved his buttocks, feeling that this stiff man's legs were not as comfortable as a chair.

But he knew Teng Yu's intentions, so he endured it.

Teng Yu moved his hand to his lower back, rubbed it, and moved to his ear and asked, "Is it not feeling well? Do you want to go back and rest for a while?"

The two of them slept late last night, and it would be fine even if they slept in the cage again now, but Teng Yu's words seemed ambiguous to outsiders.

Yun Heran was a little surprised at the extent of Teng Yu's connivance with this young man, but this also further proved his guess, he showed a clear smile, "This general is going to visit your father at the Marshal's Mansion in the afternoon, do you want to come with Master Huo? "

"Are you joking?" Yin Xu glanced at him contemptuously, not feeling at all that it was inappropriate for an unofficial and unknown junior to have such an attitude towards a great general of a country.

Yun Heran didn't have a lot of guts, and he was so angry at this look, even Huo Zhengquan would treat him a little bit less, this kid really doesn't know what's good and what's wrong!

A son who is not recognized by the Huo family, does he think he can do whatever he wants by becoming the third prince?What a naive child.

Now Yun Heran completely let go of his vigilance, what big things can such two ignorant and fearless children accomplish?

Thinking of the information sent by the spies this morning, Yun He suddenly glanced at the servants in the hall, and casually asked: "Your Highness's house is a little deserted, why are there so few people serving you? Your Majesty should be worried if you know."

Teng Yu played with Yin Xu's fair and slender fingers, "What's the use of keeping a disobedient slave, you just have to find them when they're gone."

"Having said that, it is not right to kill a servant arbitrarily without a reasonable reason."

"Joke, the servant of this hall, you can kill it if you want to, and you still need your approval! ... Should you go, this hall doesn't welcome you, don't dirty the eyes of this hall!"

Yun Heran: "..."

Yun He laughed back in anger, and left a sentence: "In this case, the general will leave, hum!" He flung his sleeves and left.

Han Sen sent the man out of the mansion all the way, and before he was far away, he told the concierge: "Don't answer all the posts in the future, don't you know that His Highness hates members of the Yun family the most? You have annoyed Your Highness, be careful of your head!"

Yun Heran paused when he got on the horse, and took a deep breath before barely suppressing the murderous urge.

A prince who has been raised and abandoned really thinks that he is an aristocrat, it's extremely ridiculous!

Yin Xu got out of Teng Yu's arms, sat on the seat on the left, crossed his legs and asked, "Does the emperor know that you are so arrogant?"

"Isn't that what he wants?" Teng Yu rubbed his numb thighs, and said sarcastically, "Just wait and see, there must be as many memorials to impeach our hall as snowflakes tomorrow morning, and it won't take a day. The story of becoming a male favorite will spread in the streets and alleys."

"Male pet?" Yin Xu frowned, somewhat repelling this identity.

Han Sen came in, "Your Highness, are the people watching outside the house going to be cleaned up?"

"No, just let them stay, and occasionally help the hall to spread some news for free, so that no one will always worry about my three-acre land."

After a while, Han Qing also came back. He told Teng Yu what happened in the palace last night, "The emperor is obviously going to promote the second prince to suppress the first prince this time, and anyone with a discerning eye can see that the emperor is alienating the Yun family."

"It's expected, but Yun Heran is not my grandfather, he is ambitious, and he is not a loyal slave."

"You mean he will..." Han Sen lowered his voice and pointed to the location of the palace.

Teng Yu smiled and said meaningfully: "Mr. Fu, who was arranged before, should come in handy."

Yin Xu ate the pastries on the table, chewed through their conversation, and probably knew what the next scene would be.

"I thought you would do it yourself." With Teng Yu's hatred for the emperor, it doesn't make sense not to let him die by his own hands.

"Don't worry, I won't die for a while, maybe with my father's shrewdness, I can turn defeat into victory." Teng Yu has already prepared both hands. This is a protracted battle, and he is not in a hurry.

"One more thing. Concubine Yun's brother and sister have been undercover for nearly an hour this morning. No one knows what they talked about. The subordinates are worried that they will harm His Highness."

"At the feet of the Son of Heaven, they will not use too strong methods. At most, they can only add some obstacles to the main hall. There is nothing to worry about. If you make people pay close attention to the woman's movements, you can always find clues."

"Yes, this subordinate understands." Han Qing replied solemnly.

Teng Yu turned his head and saw Yin Xu was gnawing on the dry pastry, he smiled and reached out to wipe off the residue from the corner of his mouth, "Hurry up and get someone to bring the breakfast, don't starve the sweetheart of this hall."

Han Sen looked at the two of them, feeling like a cat scratching in his heart, wondering whether the two had broken through that level of relationship.

But the answer came soon. After the maids cleaned up the inner room, Han Sen secretly asked if there was anything else he didn't know.

He sighed, "When will Your Highness be enlightened!"

After breakfast, Yin Xu went to Songtao Pavilion. He was so busy these two days that he almost forgot about his family.

"Young master, you are back." Wu Sheng jumped up and looked at him helplessly, "Master, are you not letting the slaves serve you?"

"The most indispensable thing in this mansion is to serve people. Why are you rushing to find something to do?"

"Isn't that boring? Although the yard is beautiful and comfortable, there is a time when you can finish your shopping."

"No one is locking you up, go elsewhere after shopping here."

"Is it really possible?" Wu Sheng asked in surprise: "Isn't that bad? This is the Prince's Mansion."

Yin Xu didn't bother to talk to him, pushed his head away and walked in, "Where's the housekeeper?"

"In the west wing, you are giving medicine to the wounded man. By the way, young master, the man is awake. Do you want to go and have a look?"

"Awake? Let's take a look. He must know who the savior is, otherwise he will have nothing to repay."

Wu Sheng curled his lips, "Young master, what can he repay you for a desolate beard who has no flesh or anything else?"

"Short-sighted!" Yin Xu criticized, thinking to himself: A person who was thrown into a mass grave in the middle of the night must have some secrets in him, not to mention that the four murderers that night did not seem to be ordinary murderers, maybe And there are surprises.

Even if there is really nothing, as long as he is not dead, he is not afraid that he will not have a chance to repay his favor. It is not nonsense that he lacks a medicine man.

The west wing is a bit far from the square, and Yin Xu could smell the medicine from a long distance away. After entering the door, he saw the housekeeper carefully feeding people the medicine, and there was an old man of about the same age cleaning up in the room.

Yin Xu stood at the door and carefully observed the person he rescued. Before this person's face was covered with bruises and he couldn't see his face clearly. After a few days of raising him, he was much better.

It can be seen that he is not very old, he looks about seventeen or eighteen years old, his movements are quite elegant when he drinks the medicine, he should have read a book, and his facial features should be pretty good, if you ignore the scars on his face.

Probably sensing that someone was looking at him, the man looked up at the door, his eyes lit up, and then pushed the housekeeper.

Seeing that it was Yin Xu coming in, the housekeeper hurriedly put down the medicine bowl, "The young master is here, don't rush into the house, it hasn't been packed yet."

Yin Xu stepped in, walked to the edge of the bed and looked down at the man, "What's his name?"

The man probably had a deep memory of Yin Xu's image that night, and he was a little afraid of him, so he shrank his neck and replied, "Wei Zian."

"How old are you?"

"eighteen."

"Who else is at home?"

Wei Zian's eyelashes trembled, and he lowered his head and whispered, "It should be...not anymore."

Yin Xu thought of seeing several other sacks at the mass grave that day, and probably his family members were inside.

"What does your family do?"

Wei Zian looked at the other people in the room, but did not answer.

"Can't say?" Yin Xu frowned displeased.

"No..." Wei Zian has been in a daze these days, rarely waking up, so he doesn't know the identity of the person who saved him, let alone where he is now.

Just looking at the exquisite and elegant layout of this room, and the bed is also a high-quality pear blossom bed, it is estimated that the owner of this house is either rich or expensive.

Wei Zian heard Uncle Wu call Yin Xu "Young Master" just now, and automatically classified him as the owner of this house. He didn't want to say too much before he figured out the identity of the other party.

"If you don't want to say it, just don't say it, just don't regret it." Yin Xu shrugged indifferently.

"No... Don't be angry, Grandpa, it's not that I don't want to say it, but I just don't want to cause trouble for you." Wei Zian explained eagerly, this haste caused the wound on his face, and tears of pain almost burst out.

"Ha! Trouble?" Yin Xu really wanted to say that the last thing he feared was trouble.

"My benefactor, forgive me, Zi'an will tell you the whole story in the future, but now...now...cough cough..." Wei Zian coughed violently, and his bruised face turned red.

The butler moved a chair for Yin Xu, "Master, don't rush to ask, this man just woke up and is not in good spirits, let him drink the medicine first."

Yin Xu waved his hand, "Don't be too busy, I'll stop by and have a look, if that's the case, let's wait until everything is finished."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and left without waiting for others to speak. He really came in a hurry but also in a hurry.

Wu Sheng poked his head in at the door, greeted everyone and then ran away with Yin Xu.