Laughing, the host always wants to escape

The servants behind him heard his order and stepped forward, ready to take action.

Tang Cuo curled the corners of his lips, picked up the teapot on the table with his right hand and threw it at the few people. The boiling hot tea spilled into the air. Tang Cuo immediately turned around, leaned down and hid behind the prince.

The servant turned around, his eyes moved between the two men, and then he surrounded the prince and Tangcuo together, several of them clenched their fists and approached the two.

Mu Nian'an remained calm, and even had a smile on his face. The guards beside him saw that their master was surrounded.

He immediately stood up, drew out the long sword from his waist, and stood behind Mu Nian'an.

When everyone saw this situation, they all stepped back a few steps unconsciously.

"You... who are you? You dare to carry weapons in the capital without permission. Aren't you afraid that the Dali Temple will arrest you and bring you to justice?" Li Zhang swallowed.

"How dare you! When you see the Prince of Jing coming, you don't even kneel to greet him." A subordinate at the side took out the token from his waist and held it in front of everyone.

His expression was stern and his tone was calm; he looked like an expert.

Tang Cuo curled the corners of his lips unconsciously: in his heart he was praising himself for doing a good job.

Little did he know that his little action had already been seen by the man next to him.

When everyone heard his words, they all knelt down and kowtowed, "Greetings to the Crown Prince."

Mu Nian'an waved his hand casually, signaling them to stand up. "I didn't come here today to make a big fuss, but someone wants to make me unhappy. Master Li, how do you think this should be resolved?"

The smile on his face became even more intense, but it didn't reach his eyes, giving people a creepy feeling.

"I deserve to die, I deserve to die. Please forgive me, Your Highness. I promise there won't be a next time." Li Zhang's head was pressed firmly against the ground, cold sweat dripping down his neck to the ground.

"What a pity! You've disturbed this prince's good time." Mu Nian'an waved the fan in his hand, turned his head and asked the guard beside him, "Yue Li, you said that the prince was accused of a crime. Why do I suddenly have a hard time remembering it?"

"The soldiers are pointing at the prince. He is committing treason. His property should be confiscated and he should be exiled to the frontier." Yue Li's face was stern.

"Then let's do it this way. Tell the Dali Temple to do it quickly, otherwise I will doubt their efficiency."

"Yes, I will notify you right away."

As he spoke, Mu Nian'an clapped his hands lightly, and then set his gaze on Tang Cuo.

"Come here, take them all away, don't dirty the eyes of my young master." Yue Li ordered the guards behind him.

In an instant, all the people in front of him were taken away. Tang Cuo looked at the scene at the door through the gap, then slowly stood up.

"I haven't asked you to stand up yet." Mu Nian'an closed the fan and tapped the wooden table lightly with the fan ribs, with a sense of oppression from a superior.

Hearing his words, Tangcuo hurriedly knelt back down.

"You are very good at finding excuses." As he said that, Mu Nian'an stood up and looked at him with burning eyes, as if he wanted to see his true face through the veil.

"What's your name?"

"Your Highness, I'm just a prostitute in the Yanyu Pavilion. There's no need to trouble you to remember my name." Tang Cuo felt a little regretful. He should not have used him as a shield earlier. Why does he seem to be more difficult to deal with?

"You are interesting. Others wish that I could remember their names, but you seem to be afraid that I would remember your name." As he said that, he turned around and looked at Hongtao who was hurrying over.

"Your Highness, I don't know who offended you. I will definitely teach him a lesson when I go back." Hong Tao looked at him with a smile.

"Tonight, at 3 p.m., I want that person to sing a song for me alone." Mu Nian'an raised his hand and pointed at Tang Cuo lying on the ground.

"This……"

"What? No?" His eyes darkened.

"Okay, okay. I'll let him go back and prepare." Hearing his tone, Hong Tao's heart tightened and she quickly agreed.

Then she bent down and helped Tang Cuo up, "Cuo'er, go back and prepare. You will sing a song for the prince alone tonight. Go..." As she said that, she pushed Tang Cuo to the spiral staircase, motioning him to go back to his room first.

Cun... Cuo'er? God damn, Cuo'er.

Listen to me singing. I should really praise you for your courage, young man.

Tang Cuo straightened his body and walked upstairs.

"Okay, everyone, come back to your senses. If you want to listen to the music, please continue. I have something else to do, so I will leave you for now." After saying that, Mu Nian'an left the Yanyu Pavilion.

Everyone watched his gradually disappearing back, and they finally felt relieved.

Lan Lu's eyes unconsciously fell on Tang Cuo until he raised his hand and closed the attic door, blocking their sight.

"Lanlu, you should go back and have a rest too. We will have the selection of the oiran tomorrow, so you need to be well prepared." Hongtao raised his hand and patted her shoulder.

"Okay, Sister Tao." Lan Lu bowed slightly to Hong Tao, then walked towards her room.

Hongtao shifted her gaze to the surroundings, then leaned over and saluted, "I'm very sorry for the bad experience I just brought to everyone. In order to make up for my mistake, all the drinks today will be borne by my Yanyu Pavilion. Please continue watching." After that, she turned and left.

In the compartment on the second floor, Tang Cuo sat on the mahogany chair with regret, his legs crossed, "If I had known I wouldn't have hidden behind him just now. Now it's good, I have controlled him directly."

[Host, don't worry. More friends mean more options.]

"If he is not a good friend, my life will be in danger." Tang Cuo sighed.

As the knock on the door sounded, he turned his gaze to Hong Tao, "Sister Hong Tao, why are you here?"

"It's all because of you that Prince Jing has specifically asked to see you."

"Can't I turn it down? I have to participate in the Oiran selection tomorrow, so I can't meet guests tonight, right?" Tang Cuo pursed her lips.

"That's true. If it were someone else, I could still help you, but he's the Prince of Jing. If he says something wrong, both you and I will lose our heads." Hong Tao sighed.

"To be honest, Prince Jing doesn't come to our Yanyu Pavilion very often. I don't know what brought him here today."

"What should I do?"

"There's no other way. We have to go ahead with it. He has a good reputation in the capital and shouldn't force you. You just need to remember not to offend him. Prince Jing has lived in the border since he was a child. Apart from his weak body, I haven't heard of any other taboos about him." Hong Tao thought for a while.

"Okay, I understand. Thank you, Sister Hongtao."

"Don't thank me. I'm just trying to protect myself. If His Royal Highness really gets into trouble here, my Misty Rain Pavilion will be over." After saying that, she stood up and left. "Remember, try not to disobey him."

"Yeah." Tang Cuo nodded, watched her back, and then took a deep breath.

As night fell, Tangcuo sat on the bed, looking at the scar on his wrist, a little puzzled, "Xiaoye, when did I get this?"

[Maybe it was accidentally left behind when the host's palace was breached. I can remove it for the host.]

"No need. Who knows what it might be useful in the end." Tang Cuo raised his hand and pinched his temple, and then he heard footsteps coming from outside the door.