Let's walk together for the rest of our lives. If the host says to leave, she will leave.

Gu Ling bowed to the two of them, and then said, "They are beautiful, but if the Eleventh Prince tells me how much they are worth, I am afraid I will be able to appreciate their beauty more intuitively."

The Eleventh Prince only knew that these flowers were beautiful, but he had no idea how much they were worth. After all, the money was worth more than an ordinary person could earn in a lifetime.

But he couldn't say this out loud, otherwise it would make him seem ignorant.

"Ninth Sister is quite knowledgeable about these things. Sister, why don't you talk to Miss Gu?"

Yan Heng smiled bitterly, as if he had to come forward: "Miss Gu is not interested in these things, so I will not list their names in detail."

She raised her hand and motioned Gu Ling to look at the dozen pots of flowers in front of them: "According to the prices in Yan State, one stone of grain costs about eight taels of silver. The price of these flowers that Miss Gu sees, converted into grain, is about the food rations for 10,000 people for three days."

What Yan Heng said was interesting. Gu Ling asked about the value of the flowers, but she just told him the price directly, instead of spending her time converting the silver into food.

"Your Highness, have you overestimated the appetite of ordinary people, or are you using this to amuse me? I'm afraid this number is a bit high."

After hearing what Gu Ling said, Yan Heng said slowly, "Not high. Physical energy consumption is high, so naturally more energy is needed to replenish it. What do you think, Miss Gu?"

Gu Ling looked at her, then slowly smiled: "Your Highness the Ninth Prince is right."

If we calculate it based on the food intake of soldiers on the march and in battle, this number is certainly not high.

This Ninth Prince has done a lot of homework.

Not long after, a servant whispered something in Yan Shiyi's ear, and he left in a hurry, leaving only Gu Ling and Yan Heng.

The two chatted for a while in a friendly manner. Suddenly, Yan Heng said jokingly, "I heard that Miss Gu and the son of Minister Shen are getting married soon. Is it true?"

Gu Ling had heard Shen Jingyi mention this rumor before, but with Shen Jingyi's methods, the rumor should have been clarified long ago, and the Ninth Princess should not have been unaware of it.

While thinking, Gu Ling said casually: "True or false, does His Highness the Ninth Prince care?"

“I’m not afraid of being laughed at by Miss Gu. I like to listen to gossip. A few days ago, I heard that Lord Feng wanted to choose a child of the right age from a court official’s family as his adopted son.

I thought that if Mr. Shen was lucky enough to be favored by Feng Jun, and Miss Gu was related to the Shen family, then you and I would be closer. "

Yan Shiyi’s biological father is Feng Jun. He has a rude temper and a high status, so he would definitely not tolerate Feng Jun’s adopted son.

Lord Feng and Emperor Yan Zhao doted on Yan Shiyi and would not do anything to displease him, so why did the "rumor" spread?

Gu Ling pondered Yan Heng's words carefully and asked, "Is there any definition for this 'appropriate age'?"

"Of course she is of marriageable age."

Having said this, and thinking about the frequent news coming from the border, the answer is obvious.

This is to send a prince to the Northern Territory for marriage!

The "lucky one" is probably Shen Nian'an. This ninth princess is well-informed.

Moreover, instead of telling Shen Jingyi about this news, he told her instead. Could it be that he knew that she was connected with Shen Jingyi?

Gu Ling's mind was full of thoughts, but on the surface he just smiled: "The rumors that His Highness the Ninth Prince told are more interesting than the last. It's getting late today, why don't we make an appointment another day to sit down and talk?"

"nature."

……

"Has the royal family gone crazy? In this critical moment, instead of supporting the border, they are thinking about marrying a princess?!"

Shen Jingyi was furious. The most shameless thing was that the royal family was so reluctant to give up the prince that they actually extended their claws to the son of a court official.

"Gu Ling, what do you think of the Ninth Princess? If she's good, you and I can join forces to send her to the throne and bring down those good-for-nothings as soon as possible!"

Gu Ling sighed: "Whether the Ninth Princess is suitable or not still needs to be observed. The most urgent task is to find out whether the candidate chosen by the royal family is Shen Nian'an. If it is really him, we must find a way to reject this marriage."

Shen Jingyi's younger brother is Gu Ling's younger brother. How could Shen Nian'an go to such a dangerous place like the Northern Territory?

Shen Jingyi was anxious. She couldn't let her spoiled brother suffer like this.

Ways, ways...

Shen Jingyi looked at the person next to her who looked like a decent guy... no, she looked at Gu Ling, who had a handsome figure and a pretty face, and suddenly an idea popped up in her mind.

The best way to reject a marriage proposal is to fulfill it.

"Gu Ling, when your friend is in trouble, shouldn't you stick your neck out and fight for your life?"

Gu Ling rolled his eyes: "Stab you in the back? I'm lucky I didn't stab you twice. If you have something to say, just say it. If you have something to say, just fart."

Shen Jingyi chuckled, and first listed Shen Nian'an's 108 advantages to Gu Ling, and then said: "I think our relationship can be closer than just friends."

Gu Ling smirked: "I like men."

Shen Jingyi: "..."

It’s not that Gu Ling didn’t understand Shen Jingyi’s meaning, but getting married was a big deal and couldn’t be handled casually.

Besides, Shen Nian'an's type... Oh, I can't think about it, it gives me a headache.

Gu Ling pretended to be ignorant even though he knew the truth. Shen Jingyi didn't want to force him, so she put on a bitter face and started to think hard.

……

The capital city was full of twists and turns, and by the time Su Mu had found out the identities and purposes of the people from the Northern Territory who were frequenting the capital city, the Yan royal family had also quietly revealed their true colors.

It was still the familiar excuse, and still the familiar flower-viewing banquet, except that this time the organizer was Feng Jun, and the recipients of the invitations were young people from the mansions of major officials.

Early in the morning, Shen Nian'an was woken up by Dong Qing to wash and dress. Before going out, Shen Jingyi pulled him aside and gave him instructions for a long time.

With a sleepy head, he arrived at the palace in a daze.

In the garden, tender green leaves and bright flowers fill the garden with spring colors. Orioles chirp in the trees and swallows build nests under the eaves, creating a thriving scene.

Feng Jun had not arrived yet, and the garden was filled with a group of young people of similar age.

Although they were in a garden, men and women were still divided into two groups, with a considerable distance between them.

The faces of the young men are not very clear through the green trees and red flowers. Their bright clothes and the flowers complement each other, forming a beautiful landscape.

Shen Jingyi was among the girls, but her eyes were fixed on the boys, without moving for a moment.

Where is Shen Nian'an? Why can't I see him?

This little ancestor must not run around. What if he runs into Feng Jun head-on and is really adopted by someone?

Shen Jingyi was worried sick, her heart and eyes filled with her younger brother, and she had no idea that Shen Nian'an was not in the crowd at all, and no matter how hard she looked, she couldn't find him.

As for Shen Nian'an?

Young Master Shen found a good place and was sleeping soundly.