The prince's personal bodyguard

Mu Yunxiao had breakfast and took out the official documents to read. Although His Majesty sympathized with Prince Rong's hard work and allowed him to take a month's leave at home after returning to the court, there were still some things that needed to be dealt with.

Soon, Si Mochen, dressed in bright red, entered the courtyard of the palace in the dim morning light, and the courtyard immediately became flamboyant. In the warm spring sun, a pear tree in the corner of the courtyard was in full bloom, with red flowers blooming brightly. The handsome young man walked under the tree, and with a little internal force, the pear flowers fluttered down, with red clothes and white flowers, which was very beautiful. This show-off deliberately turned his head to look inside. Although it was intentional, the scene was too beautiful.

Bai Xinyin looked out the window and was stunned by the beautiful painting. Suddenly, she felt a cold gaze directed at her. She turned around and saw her own prince glaring at her, so she quickly lowered her head and pretended to be in despair.

Si Mochen entered the room and saw Bai Xinyin, his peach blossom eyes sparkling with spring.

Changli and Yan San bowed to Si Mochen. Bai Xinyin rolled her eyes at Si Mochen and thought to herself, "This frivolous young master is a troublemaker." She turned her head and looked away, without any greeting.

Si Mochen didn't care, and curled up his lips. He said to Mu Yunxiao: "This little guard of yours is really pleasing to the eye. I have a small calligraphy with a hairpin by Gu Shan Jushi. I'll give it to you in exchange for him, okay?"

"Are you itching for trouble or do you want to hang yourself on a tree? Changli, show you away!" Mu Yunxiao circled the document without even raising his head.

"No, no, I was just joking, why are you defending me?" Si Mochen looked aggrieved and begged to sit on the chair next to him. "Then ask him to pour me a cup of tea, okay?"

"Changli!" Mu Yunxiao ordered in a deep voice, "Don't you want to listen to the master's words?"

Chang Li: "… This… This…" The master was not like this in the past. The young master asked Ah Si to pour a glass of water. Is the master so serious? Chang Li was a little confused.

"Don't make it difficult for Changli, I'll pour it myself. Since ancient times, heroes have always valued women over friendship!" Si Mochen looked helpless and poured himself a cup of tea.

After a while, Mr. Xuan Su and Nan Huaijin also arrived.

Ever since the prince was detoxified, the atmosphere in the palace has become much better. Even Mr. Xuan Su, who is usually serious, has become more talkative recently.

The two of them sat down, and Mr. Xuan Su said: "I heard that the items being auctioned this time are all extraordinary. I heard that there is a painting of "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix" by Gu Shan Jushi, which is rare in the world and must be a masterpiece."

Nan Huajin has always been practical: "Even if it is a painting of a hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix, it can't be real. It's just praised by literati and poets."

"Sir, I don't agree with what you said. Let's go and take a look today." Xuan Su said and stopped talking.

There was indeed "A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix" at this auction. Bai Xinyin deliberately asked Du Ruo to entrust the auction. The reason for auctioning this painting, which she also liked, was a bit scheming. The purpose was to distract the attention of powerful people and see if the popularity of Kunlun Mountain's Resurrection Grass could be reduced a little.

Nan Huaijin pondered for a moment and said, "I heard that there is a long-standing and rare book of military tactics, "The Art of War by Divine Marquis", at the auction. I wonder if it is real or not?"

Mr. Xuan Su values ​​literature, while Mr. Nan Hua Jin prefers martial arts. Bai Xinyin ponders.

"That's true. I heard that this auction is the most grand one in the past ten years, and many things are unheard of. The time is almost right, let's go and take a look!" Si Mochen closed his peach blossom eyes slightly, as if thinking about something.

Everyone set off immediately. Si Mochen rode a horse, Nan Huajin and Mr. Xuan Su rode in the same carriage, and Mu Yunxiao had his own carriage.

The auction is located in the most prosperous area of ​​Kyoto, about two streets away, and it only takes a cup of tea to get there.

Bai Xiyin rode horses like the other guards. Bai Xiyin and Chang Li rode two horses in front of the carriage, while Yan San and Long Ke followed behind.

Halfway along the road, a horseman suddenly came flying towards us. The man on the horse was about sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a navy blue embroidered brocade robe, a navy blue embroidered cape on both shoulders, a jade pendant on his waist, and a top-grade white jade hairpin. It was exactly: a frivolous boy, with a face like jade, wearing bright clothes and riding a fast horse, who is this young man?

The man and the horse walked to the front of Mu Yunxiao's carriage, pulled the reins, saluted to the person in the sedan chair and said, "Greetings, Your Majesty." Then he turned to Si Mochen and said, "Brother Chen, I came from your house and heard from Princess Anyang that you were going to Tianhong Tower. Why don't you take me to see it?"

Si Mochen said as he walked: "You have legs, can't you run by yourself?"

"I want to go with you, Brother Chen."

"You'd better save your energy. If you get into trouble, I can't take responsibility from your father. Please do as you please."

The boy whispered, "I don't have an invitation, so you're not allowed in."

"Go in with your father?"

"If my father could take me with him, I would come to find you?" the boy muttered.

"That's even more impossible. Your father won't take you with him, so I can't do that either." Si Mochen walked away on his own.

The young man whispered, "I'll steal my father's calligraphy of Mr. Gu Shan's "Releasing the Cranes" and let you copy it for a month. Is that okay?"

Si Mochen remained unmoved, "Two months." The young man gritted his teeth.

"Deal." As soon as Si Mochen finished speaking, the young man rode his horse to catch up.

"Young master Fengying, please think carefully about the matter. If anything goes wrong, I will not ask any questions." Mu Yunxiao's warning came from the carriage.

"I'm counting on him and I promise nothing will happen to him." Si Mochen patted his chest and promised.

Feng Jiu is the legitimate son of General Feng, a founding hero. He has eight older sisters, including both legitimate and illegitimate sisters. Even the current emperor looks up to him. He has been spoiled since he was a child and has no laws. He is uneducated and does nothing but steal chickens and dogs and pull garlic sprouts. Fortunately, he is not a bad person and does not make big mistakes, but he makes small mistakes all the time, so he lives in peace. Because of his handsome appearance, he is nicknamed "Xian", and he became the last of the four young masters, "Mr. Feng Xian".

There was no one in the capital who didn't know him. He offended everyone wherever he went, from princes and nobles to brothels and vegetable vendors. Everyone knew him.

Bai Xiyin listened to Chang Li's description and jokingly said in a low voice: "Master Fengxian", I think "Master Risk" is more appropriate. "

So the next section of the journey is like this:

"Alan, you look beautiful again today." A fat girl with pockmarks on her face smiled shyly at Fengjiu and ran away.

"Grandma Liu, your face has fewer wrinkles today and looks whiter. You must have secretly put on powder for your daughter-in-law. What's wrong?" The woman called Grandma Liu opened her toothless mouth, and her wrinkles became even more obvious.

"Master Jiu, you don't come to drink anymore. I miss you so much..." Passing by a brothel, the girl who was greeting customers at the door waved her handkerchief and shouted at Feng Jiu.

"Master Jiu, I have some freshly brewed Lihuabai. I'll send two jars to your house later." The wine vendor ran after Fengjiu.

“Okay, okay…” Fengjiu seemed to be enjoying herself as she had the best of both worlds.

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With Fengjiu accompanying him, he couldn't take a nap along the way.

Soon they arrived at Tianhong Building. The world's number one auction house was indeed magnificent, exuding a luxurious atmosphere from the outside to the inside, with magnificent and antique decorations.

The gate was strictly checked, and you really couldn't get in without an invitation. Bai Xinyin took a sneak peek: the invitation was elegantly chosen, made of high-grade rosewood, with gold painted all around, and beautifully printed.

Everyone entered, and a special servant led them to the big private room on the third floor. The first floor was already full of people, and the second floor was a small private room. It seemed that the third floor was full of VIPs, and the tables were filled with fruits and delicacies. The private room looked out onto the stands, and the curtains were cleverly designed, so that only the outside could be seen, but the outsiders could not see what was inside the room. It seemed that the people on the third floor were either rich or noble.

As soon as he sat down, a servant came to report: "The third lady of Lin Xiangfu has sent the new snacks from Tianyi Pavilion. Please taste them, Your Majesty."

Tianyi Pavilion is mainly a restaurant, but it also sells a variety of exquisite pastries. These are all developed by Bai Xinyin and Zixuan when she is free, and taught to the pastry chef. Zixuan is very talented in making food, and with Bai Xinyin's experience and ideas, it is updated every season, with exquisite shapes and delicious taste. However, the price is not cheap, and it is very popular among the upper class in Kyoto.

Before he could finish his words, he saw a little maid about fourteen or fifteen years old standing next to the boy at the door.