Joyful Three

Then, the side curtain of the carriage was suddenly pulled down, and that woman... was concealed behind the curtain, no longer visible.

Di Feng looked at He Xi, his lips moved slightly, yet he said nothing, but his gaze was no longer as fiery as before

The carriage has also come to a stop by the roadside, and the two men following behind it, one in a black robe and brown boots, the other in a blue robe and black boots, are now looking in his direction

He clenched his fist, watching her walk step by step, the tassels of the jade ring at her waist flowing like water against her side, swaying gently left and right with the movement of her skirt... Her waist, soft as willow, made his palm itch.

Ying Huan smiled faintly, looking at the tea bowl in his hand. Her red lips softened even more as she said, "From your accent, it seems that you, Young Master He, are not a local of this Chuzhou region"

Shen Wuchen's expression changed slightly as he looked at He Xi, who swiftly raised his arm and drew the sword from its sheath with a seamless motion

Such broad shoulders perfectly support the ink-black robe, with the shoulder line gently descending to the slightly narrower sash.

He Qi's eyes lit up, and the displeasure that had previously clouded his face vanished without a trace. Although he did not know what kind of place the "Fengle Building" mentioned by Shen Wuchen was, seeing that the demeanor and bearing of these few individuals were all of high quality, he presumed it could not be a lowly establishment, so he responded accordingly: "Good"

Ying Huan glanced at Xie Mingyuan standing behind him, then looked towards He Xi and said: "May I ask what business your esteemed family is engaged in?"

The two eyebrows are neither thick nor thin, yet they resemble swords piercing into the temples.

With beautiful eyes that glance around, she gazes with grace. He has encountered all kinds of women, yet before her, he finds himself in a state of astonishment, again and again

I initially thought Ying Huan would be angry, but to my surprise, she lifted her eyelashes and met He Xi's gaze directly, smiled lightly twice, and then said: "No."

Upon hearing these words, both Shen and Di furrowed their brows, as no one had anticipated that he would utter such bold and explicit remarks

The governor of Kaining Prefecture, Zhang Qianli, stood to the side, beads of sweat continuously forming on his forehead, his heart filled with anxiety and unease. The tea had been specially sent for from Chuzhou across the river, as he had hoped to curry favor with it. Little did he know that the Emperor seemed to be fully aware of his actions.

On this side, Shen Wuchen stood on his horse, his eyes gazing over there, where the man who had been quite domineering while buying tea earlier now appeared to be timid and hesitant, not daring to speak, which piqued his curiosity

A slight heaviness settled in my heart, it seems that the fairy indeed possesses some skills.

The cheeks are slightly sunken, and the complexion is three shades darker than that of an ordinary man

Shen Wuchen instructed the waiter to bring some wine, and all the bowls, plates, cups, fruits, and vegetable dishes, as well as other water and vegetable bowls, were served according to the regulations of this Fengle Building.

Shen Wuchen invited the three congratulators in and said with a smile, "Gentlemen, please make yourselves at home"

He congratulated and threw the sword back to him, raising an eyebrow and saying, "I also have a sword here, I wonder if you would like to take a look?"

Congratulations on receiving the sword, he ran his fingers along the top of the scabbard down to the bottom, and said to Di Feng: "The sword may be broken, but the killing intent remains unbroken. Such a fine sword should be matched with the words 'bravery' and 'exceptional'"

Xie Zhiyuan looked at Wang Ming with a face full of suspicion, then glanced at the two men. He noticed that the tense expressions on the faces of the two men had relaxed, and the man in the blue robe even smiled and said to Wang Ming: "What a coincidence"

As soon as he came out to congratulate, he approached and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, where does such great anger come from? I can hear it clearly even while standing here."

He involuntarily raised his hand and gently tapped twice on the side of the car.

With a slight bow of the head, he nimbly dismounted, flicked the riding whip, and stowed it into the leather pouch on the side of the horse's belly

He glanced at He Xi, then turned to Ying Huan, his eyes sparkling with sparks. His thin lips curled into a smile as he suddenly said: "Let’s consider it as the tea that Madam Xie served earlier."

With a smile and no anger, he turned his gaze back to the sword and said softly, "Let me take a look, if you please"

He Xi's eyes flickered as he turned to look at Di Feng, his expression gradually changing. The hint of a smile that had been present earlier had long since vanished. His gaze followed the anger etched on Di Feng's face, finally settling on the sword at his waist

and her pair of eyes

He glanced over there and immediately became interested. He turned to Xie Mingyuan and whispered, "Let's go into that shop and take a look. It's a *picture* book." After saying this, he squeezed his legs against the horse's belly, and the horse lifted its hooves and lightly trotted across the street towards the opposite side.

Frost-colored skin, seemingly capable of being pinched to yield water

Congratulations, turning around and continuing to walk forward, the voice lowered significantly, "Has it already returned?"

Congratulations on the horse, with a relaxed grip on the reins, proceeding slowly along the way, surveying the streets and alleys of Chuzhou, as those brown eyes grew increasingly darker

With her eyes half-closed, Ying Huan did not look at the people before her. Instead, she reached out to take a small tea bowl from the table, but did not pour any tea. She simply held it gently in her hand and asked, "What is your esteemed surname, young master?"

He tightened the reins, twisting them in his hand, causing the horse beneath him to turn directly towards the carriage, his brows furrowed tightly together

The curtain swayed gently, and a pair of embroidered flat shoes made of apricot blossom satin with crimson soles emerged briefly, only to retreat beneath the hem of the skirt.

As if swept by a fierce wind, her eyes and her face turned instantly cold

He Xi gazed only at Ying Huan's profile, took a few steps forward, and sat down opposite her

I initially thought that He Xi would either evade or be struck by the sword, but unexpectedly, he reached out, grasped it, and turned it, firmly controlling the sword.

As He Xi's hand was just raised slightly, Xie Mingyuan behind him could not help but step forward, wanting to take the wine to test it for him first

Congratulations, as I saw the side curtain of the carriage being gently lifted, the man in the black robe pulled the reins to one side, revealing the face of the woman inside the carriage

Ying Huan took a deep breath, glanced away for a moment, and then turned her face to look again, only to meet the man's gaze directed at her.

Xie Zhiyuan gritted his teeth and swallowed his anger, just about to turn around and mount his horse again, when he saw Wang Ming, who was following behind, with a look of surprise. Wang Ming rode over and said to the two young men, "Gentlemen, I did not expect to encounter you again today"

He tightened his grip on the reins, and his heart suddenly skipped a beat

Sweat beads the size of beans slid down Zhang Qian's face, and his knees trembled uncontrollably as he knelt on the ground

He raised his chin in congratulations and coldly said to Xie Mingyuan: "Enough, do not create unnecessary trouble."

Ying Huan's delicate eyebrows arched slightly as she rolled up her sleeves and reached for the cup of wine, yet she did not drink. Her eyes, a mixture of depth and shallowness, gazed at He Xi across the table

Having said that, he walked away without looking back

Di Feng raised the sword a little higher, scrutinizing it for a while longer, his brows furrowing even tighter. He then looked up at He Xi and said, "This sword... has not been sharpened."

He felt a surge of anxiety in his heart, disregarding everything else. He kicked the horse's belly with his hard boots and hurriedly urged the horse forward a few steps. Upon reaching the side of the carriage, he raised his whip towards the young driver and said, "Do not leave just yet."

A pair of legs naturally hung down on either side of the horse's belly, the hem of the robe slightly parted, revealing the dark-colored high boots inside, tightly wrapped around his calves

Di Feng took two steps back, "... ... Madam?"

He reached out to grasp the teacup, his fingertips tracing a circle along the rim, then a smirk appeared at the corner of his mouth as he asked Zhang Qian: "I am unaware of when such fine porcelain came to exist in the state of Ye Qi."

He Xi's heart tightened, and the previously intense feeling flared up again

Though the chin may not appear sharp, it can still pierce the eyes painfully

Ying Huan lowered her brows and cast her eyes down, his gaze was intensely fiery, stirring up waves in her heart, "He is also a traveling merchant."

With a charming smile, she tilted her head slightly and said, "My surname is Yin." A glimmer flashed in her eyes, and her expression was unexpectedly playful

He Xi stared at her without blinking, her lips, her tongue... The lips were soft and the tongue smooth, it was evident... If paired with the fragrance of that wine... One could only wonder what the taste would be like.

Upon ascending the stairs, the young attendant who was guiding them opened the innermost room and invited these individuals to enter

Xie Mingyuan rode steadily behind him, firmly positioned on his horse, his mind alert, scanning left and right, fearing that something might go wrong

The long sleeves hung lightly, concealing half of the large hand that held the reins.

The man standing exudes a remarkable presence, yet he does not join the table. It is likely that this gentleman with the surname He possesses an extraordinary status, either wealthy or noble

He raised his eyes, his gaze icy and penetrating, remaining silent.

He looked at him with that expression and raised his chin, saying: "How about I give you this sword?"

Over there, Xie Mingyuan also entrusted the horses of several individuals to a servant from Fengle Tower to take them to the back for feeding. He instructed Wang Ming to casually find a tavern nearby to rest, and then come over to offer congratulations. He whispered, "Your Majesty and the library, are you really going in"

With a congratulatory gesture, he propped himself up on the table, stood up, and as his sleeves brushed against the scrolls, he walked straight ahead, stepping over Zhang Qian on the ground, not even glancing at him, and strode out the door.

A pair of thin lips, resembling a blade, is unexpectedly of a pale white color

Not far behind the three individuals, several officials from the Kaining Prefecture were mingling within the crowd, secretly protecting He Xi

Her crimson lips parted gently, resembling the delicate arch of her moonlit brows

Xie Mingyuan fell silent for a moment, his brows slightly furrowed, his expression revealing a reluctance that was hard to discern, yet he remained wordless. He slowly raised his hand to unfasten the sword at his side and respectfully presented it.

Ying Huan's fingers inadvertently slipped while holding the wine glass, and that person... that remark...

Xie Mingyuan lowered his head at the back, sighing repeatedly in his heart, for he had now understood the Emperor's thoughts.

Xie Mingyuan was taken aback, realizing that he truly had the intention to cross the river. A slight tremor ran through his heart, and after a moment's hesitation, he quickly followed after him.

He Xi turned to Xie Mingyuan and said: "Bring it here."

Her fingers were stiff, her red lips were burning; she looked at his unrestrained actions, as if he were... savoring her in a meticulous manner

Although it is difficult to hear what is being said over there, one can tell from the appearance of those few individuals that the man in the center, dressed in a black robe and with a stern expression, is undoubtedly the master referred to by the earlier speaker

The longsword is entirely black, seamless and unblemished, exuding an aura that instills fear in those who gaze upon it

Ying Huan looked at his smile, and it seemed to her like the piercing light reflected from an icicle under the bright sun, causing her eyes to blur and momentarily feel dazed

After approximately the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, Zhang Qian could no longer hold back and spoke up: "Your Majesty, the tea has gone cold. Shall I bring you a new cup?"

He Xi squinted his eyes, turned his head, and looked over at the carriage again

The further east one goes, the more vibrant the street scene becomes, with the shops along the street being wide, flat, and tall, quite ostentatious. He Ji could not help but frown; this Chuzhou indeed appears to be much more prosperous than Kaining.

Di Feng's eyes were already blazing with fury, and his hand instinctively reached for the sword at his waist. The jade pendant struck the scabbard, suddenly producing a clear sound that disrupted the ambiguous atmosphere in the room

Seemingly blue, yet not quite; seemingly black, yet not quite.

Turn the corner, walk two more streets, turn at the third intersection, and you will see the black background with golden characters of the Fengle Building from a distance. The large sign hangs high on the second floor eaves of the four-story building, with three characters resembling iron hooks and silver strokes, making the Fengle Building even more magnificent.

Di Feng narrowed his eyes, exerted force on his wrist, and pulled out the long sword. As his gaze touched the blade, his whole body stiffened.

The tea bowl on the table is adorned with bright colored porcelain, and the fragrance of the tea in the bowl is delightful

Di Feng steadied himself, sensing the force was harsh and unyielding. He couldn't help but purse his lips and lowered his head to look at the sword

Yet when these words came from his mouth, they did not seem arrogant; rather, it felt that such a person ought to say such things... Indeed, it is quite strange

He walked forward without responding to him

The attendant in the Fengle Building had an exceptionally keen eye; upon seeing these few individuals, he immediately approached with a smiling face and said to the foremost, Shen Wuchen: "Gentlemen, are you here to enjoy some wine? Please, allow me to show you to a private room upstairs"

Di Feng's fingers, gripping the hilt of the sword, had turned pale, his teeth clenched tightly as he stared at He Xi, unable to contain the fury boiling within him

Upon hearing this, Zhang Qian was greatly shocked, his knees went weak, "Your Majesty..."

He congratulated with a cold glance, stopping Xie Mingyuan's actions, and then took another cup of wine for himself. Raising it to his eyes, he stared into Ying Huan's eyes and slowly said: "If I had known it was the lady who wanted that tea, I would have willingly given her not just these two taels, but even all the Mengding in the world."

Xie Mingyuan held his breath for a moment, his eyes flashing with anger. He quickly dismounted and rushed forward, only to see that the He Xi's men and horses were not in the way, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The wind that swept past his feet lifted one side of his robe, striking Zhang Qian's side, further unsettling him. The Emperor has always been ruthless in his governance, and now that he has caught him in the act, Zhang Qian truly feels that his fate is in jeopardy

This man, though handsome, exudes an air of nobility; with every movement and word, a sense of grandeur emanates from his very being

Such bright satin, such delicate waist... If held in the palm, one cannot know what kind of taste it would be

Zhang Qian was extremely anxious, unable to stand any longer, and suddenly knelt down on the ground, trembling as he said: "Your Majesty, forgive your servant's offense, I... I..." His lips quivered, yet he could not utter those words no matter what.

Di Feng was about to refuse when he heard Ying Huan say leisurely, "Let him take a look." Upon hearing this, his expression darkened even further, and gritting his teeth, he unsheathed his sword and threw it towards He Xi from a distance of five steps.

A sudden weight on the chest caused the breathing to become rapid in an instant

Just as he crossed the street, a horse-drawn carriage suddenly veered out from around the corner, brushing past He Xi and nearly toppling both him and his horse.

Congratulations, he took the sword and swung it towards Di Feng with a single turn of his hand. Then he stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes deep and profound, just like the pitch-black scabbard of the sword.

He Xi raised an eyebrow upon hearing the words, the rigid lines on his face softened, and the corners of his lips curled slightly, as if he were about to smile. However, he ultimately held back that hint of a smile, though a faint light flickered in his eyes.

Congratulations, with a raised eyebrow, he coldly laughed and said, "Isn't Zhang Qian able to easily issue official documents to businesses on a whim? Then let him issue one for me as well!"

Shen Wuchen nodded slightly and then led Ying Huan and Di Feng to follow the waiter upstairs

The sword sheath is exceedingly ordinary, devoid of any decorative patterns.

Di Feng was suddenly startled, looking towards He Xi, and after a long pause, he said: "How could one take away what Young Master He loves"

Yet it is pure and bright, like a night sky adorned with scattered stars

As the tea bowl fell from his hand onto the table, he looked at Ying Huan with an increasingly intense gaze, the heat palpable, "How should I address you, madam?"

Within Chuzhou City, as soon as the fifth watch began, there were temple walkers striking iron plates to announce the dawn at the gates. Many doors, bridges, and markets heard this and began to open. Before long, the entire inner city became lively.

He relaxed his fist, spread his fingers slightly, and then slowly clenched them again

The pair of brown eyes beneath the brows

Congratulations on the shallow tide of emotions, looking at her, "What is happening at Madam Yin's residence?"

He Xie straightened his back, and behind him, Xie Mingyuan hurriedly leaned forward to answer: "My young master is a traveling merchant"

He looked at the bowl of tea, yet did not touch it, allowing the tea to cool down.

Di Feng was only concerned about whether Ying Huan in the carriage was safe. He urged his horse forward a couple of steps, leaned close to the curtain of the carriage, and whispered: "Your Majesty, you ... ... "

So beautiful that one cannot bear to look away

She steadied herself and said to him across the car partition: "I will comply with him."

These eyes, neither blue nor black, shimmer with a flowing light, as if shrouded in mist, obscuring the stars... They caused him to momentarily lose his senses.

The following morning, the sunlight scattered across the ground like broken gold, presenting a rare and beautiful day.

He rubbed his palm on the sword sheath for a moment before walking over to return the sword to Xie Mingyuan

Di Feng let out a cold laugh, "What do you, a mere traveling merchant, know about good swords and bad swords!"

Looking ahead, she slightly tilted her head back, hesitated for a moment, then turned back, being escorted by the two men beside her, and walked towards the Fengle Building

Di Feng's expression showed a hint of emotion, and as he opened his mouth, he said, "You ... ..."

The woman's gaze moved upward from below, only stopping when it met his eyes.

Congratulations, you have finally spoken, "But wait."

He finally raised his eyes, closed the book in his hand with a snap, and looked towards Zhang Qian, his face bearing a layer of frost, remaining silent.

Ying Huan entered, glanced around the elegant room's arrangement, a hint of a smile appearing in her eyes. She turned back to Shen Wuchen, nodded slightly, and then sat down by the table.

The four words were cold and unyielding, and the posture of raising the whip was truly captivating. The young servant could not help but stop, not daring to move.

Wang Ming quickly explained: "The day before yesterday, when I bought that Mengding tea, it was originally this young master who had his eye on it first. Later, seeing that I was eager for it, he graciously let it go to me"

Shen Wuchen stepped forward and personally poured a small cup of wine for Yinghuan and Hexi. He said, "The tea we had the other day was actually requested by our lady. If Young Master He wishes to express gratitude, please thank our lady."

He Liapao walked forward, took a few steps, suddenly stopped, turned around and asked him: "How is the matter you went to investigate?"

He turned the pages of the book before him one by one, as if he were the only person in the room

He Xi's eyes darkened slightly, the corners of his mouth moved slightly, and he also reached out to take a tea bowl, turning it in his hand before speaking, saying: "The surname is... He."

Xie Mingyuan lowered his head and said: "His Majesty Emperor Tai Tong has left Chuzhou today, returning to the capital in a grand procession."

He supported himself with both hands on his knees, suddenly stood up, took two steps forward, looked at Di Feng, and raised an eyebrow, saying: "The sword appears to be a good sword"

At that moment, the waiter happened to bring over the wine and dishes, setting up a table. Just as he was about to pour wine for a few people, he was stopped by Shen Wuchen. The waiter was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said: "Please take your time, gentlemen. If there is anything you find lacking, just send someone to call for me." With that, he left.

In that fleeting moment, He Ji could clearly see those narrow and delicate feet... Wrapped in that satin that was neither overly bright nor dull, they inexplicably stirred his heart.

Di Feng sheathed his sword again and looked at He Xi, "What sword?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Wuchen saw that the person in front of him was extraordinary and felt the desire to make acquaintance. He couldn't help but step forward and respectfully clasped his fists to congratulate and said, "This young master, we were originally heading to the Fenglou ahead. Since we have such fate, there's no need to thank us. If the young master doesn't mind, please join us on our journey."

As he thought this way in his heart, his hand holding the cup tightened even more. He raised the cup and drank it all in one gulp, the wine in the cup flowing into his stomach. It burned his chest fiercely, igniting a raging fire in his heart.

Beautiful, extremely beautiful

With that soft remark, she ran her tongue over her lower lip, sipped the wine, and then looked up at him, her eyes filled with laughter

Di Feng stepped forward to protect the carriage and frowned, saying, "What does this young master want to do?"

Xie Mingyuan was filled with anger and was about to step forward to demand an explanation, but he was stopped by He Xi, who extended his whip from behind.

Xie Mingyuan's legs stiffened, standing there, unable to move his feet, "Your Majesty..."

Congratulations, the wrinkles at the corners of your mouth are faintly visible, and your eyes narrowed as you laughed and said, "Can't find the words? Let me say it for you!"

Di Feng nodded, his body turned slightly, just allowing the street view over there to reflect in Ying Huan's eyes

Cold sword, broken blade, scattered with cold light.

Such a formidable aura made her fingertips feel slightly cold

He Xi lowered his eyes and quietly asked him, "What happened?"

Not far from the outdoors, Xie Mingyuan stood under a tree, dressed in a black robe and black boots, his posture upright and motionless. He had been a palace guard in the Forbidden Area of the Ye Qi Palace, accompanying He Xi for a full ten years. This time, when He Xi suddenly decided to visit the ongoing construction of the Yan Palace in Kai Ning, he naturally followed along.

Congratulations looking at the sword in hand, after a moment, the corner of the mouth twitched, and said, "Indeed, a good sword."

His low voice entered her ear, causing her earlobe to tingle.

Zhang Qian hurriedly lowered his eyes and bowed his head, "It is I who have spoken out of turn. If Your Majesty has no further matters, I shall..."

The carriage came to a gentle stop in front of the tavern, and Shen Wuchen and Di Feng dismounted first. One of them went to lift the curtain of the carriage, while the other approached the young servant at the entrance, giving him two strings of coins, instructing him to lead the horse to the back of the building and ensure it was well fed.

Ying Huan was originally resting with her eyes closed in the car. Although the noise outside disturbed her, she was unwilling to get involved. At that moment, upon hearing Di Feng's question, she gently lifted the side curtain, glanced at Di Feng, and said: "No problem, just keep going."

Shen Wuchen glanced at him, smiled and nodded, then made a gesture to Di Feng, indicating that he would ride ahead. Upon seeing this, Di Feng instructed the young servant to continue driving the carriage and followed Shen Wuchen, comfortably guarding the rear.

He looked at her smiling face, and his gaze could not be moved away. Instead of answering, he said: "Madam, you do not seem like that."

As if struck by a great wave, his eyes and his heart trembled in an instant

As Ying Huan casually glanced around, the hand that was supposed to lower the curtain suddenly froze, suspended in mid-air

After a moment of silence, He Xi finally spoke again. Once he stepped out of the courtyard, he paused, turned to look at Xie Mingyuan, and said: "Tomorrow, accompany me into Chuzhou City."

He Xi threw the empty cup in his hand, gazed at Ying Huan, and suddenly reached out to take the wine cup she had only dipped a few drops into earlier. With a slight raise of his brow and darkening brown eyes, he said to her in a hoarse voice: "If the lady does not drink, I shall drink on her behalf"

A shop on the street ahead appears more exquisite than the others, truly catching the eye

Di Feng sheathed his sword, lowered his gaze to look at it, and sighed, "Indeed, it is a top-quality sword"

That man

Gazing at her like this, a pair of cold eyes suddenly sparkled with starlight

He remained on the horse without dismounting, his eyes fixed solely on the curtain of the carriage ahead, motionless.

Xie Mingyuan remained silent, letting out a quiet sigh in his heart, and could only spur his horse to follow along.

Xie Mingyuan fell two steps behind, accompanying He Xi to observe the magnificent halls and pavilions inside the Fengle Building. Seeing the spacious and bright upper and lower floors, everything was meticulously prepared. Even if there was only one person drinking in the hall, the dishes and bowls on the table were all made of silver.

Seeing this, Xie Mingyuan understood that Zhang Qian would definitely face serious charges this time, so he did not dare to offer much advice. He turned his body to the side and made way.

Ying Huan sat in the car and heard Di Feng outside say: "It's just a trivial matter, Young Master need not be so courteous."

The person is named Wang Ming, and he serves as the Chief of the Tea and Horse Bureau under Zhang Qian, holding a lowly position. Yesterday, Zhang Qian provoked the Emperor's great anger, and at this moment, he is even more flustered, walking at the back all the way, fearing that a single misstep could result in losing his head

However, in an instant, a raging fire ignited in her chest, causing her entire being to turn red

The man, however, persisted and said: "In my life, I have always been most unwilling to owe anyone a favor; I hope you can grant me this courtesy."

Ying Huan was momentarily stunned as she watched him slowly turn the cup half a circle, then bring it to his lips, pressing against the spot she had touched earlier. He extended his tongue to lick it twice, then gradually brought it to his mouth, drinking it down little by little

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she couldn't help but lower her gaze, as the image of those ice-brown eyes flashed through her mind again

The woman stepped out of the car, her back to him, and raised her hand to gently smooth her hair. The open sleeves of her garment slid down half an inch along her wrists, and her lotus-like forearms glimmered slightly in the sunlight, appearing exceptionally smooth.

Congratulations, your eyes have darkened a bit again. "Xie Mingyuan, who came with me, searched through all the shops big and small in Kaining City yesterday but could not find this Mengding Ganlu. Where did you obtain it?"

His voice was low and hoarse, but every word was like a sharp arrow, piercing through the noise and reaching her ears.

Due to his unfamiliarity with Chuzhou, Xie Mingyuan specifically sought out the person who had been sent by Zhang Qian to Chuzhou the previous day to buy tea, and asked him to accompany him into the city of Chuzhou.

Yet, deep within his heart, a flame suddenly surged, instantly engulfing his entire being.

His tone suddenly became extremely cold, "The porcelain in your residence is all produced by the private kiln of Tai Lun! The tea that cannot be bought in Kai Ning City can be found in Chuzhou across the river! If you no longer want this head of yours, just say it early!"

He Xi slightly turned his face, glanced at Xie Mingyuan, then expressionlessly turned back, gazing at the carriage ahead. With a push of his foot, he urged the horse beneath him to move a bit faster.

Congratulations on retrieving the riding whip. After staring at Di Feng for a while, he finally spoke slowly: "Earlier, I heard from the people at the residence that the two young masters had offered him a cup of Meng Ding tea the other day. Since it is such a coincidence to meet today, I would like to take this opportunity to express my gratitude to both of you."

Ying Huan lightly pursed her lips, fell silent, and when she lowered her head, her lips brushed against the wine in the cup. She then set the cup down and smiled gently, saying: "Young Master He, please do not take offense, I am not very good at drinking wine"

What is her identity? She has never had a man by her side, yet someone can speak to her in such a brazen tone and say such words.

Everyone knows who she is calling with that one word, "young master"

Xie Mingyuan was originally hesitant to go to an unfamiliar place, but seeing him so happy, he didn't want to advise against it. He just stepped forward to block He Xi's side and said to Shen Wuchen, "Please lead the way ahead, we will follow behind."

Xie Mingyuan nodded, "It must be true that they have returned. With such a grand display, I should not have misjudged."

After walking a few steps ahead, Xie Mingyuan finally let He Xi move forward with ease. He himself followed closely behind, looked around, and then lowered his voice to He Xi, saying, "Why does Your Majesty disregard your identity today..."

On the surface, He Ximian couldn't see anything, but Xie Mingyuan had already sighed secretly in his heart. The grandeur of Fengle Building was not inferior to those bustling restaurants in the capital of Ye Qi Guo. It seems that this town of Chuzhou is truly a crucial place for Tai Su.

Congratulations stirred her heart, looking at her, her fingers lightly traced the rim of the bowl, "But what is the husband's surname?"

Congratulations have already returned to face Ying Huan, eyes not looking at Di Feng, only gazing at her, saying: "There is none."