The disfigured prince's time-traveling concubine

After being reminded by his friend, Yang suddenly woke up as if a basin of cold water had been poured over him. He stood up and looked around in fear, and accidentally met Song Yunli's interested eyes. "Little sister, what did you hear just now? Huh?" Yang asked threateningly.

"I heard everything. You said the emperor was ridiculous and that he would rather give away a concubine." Song Yunli spoke eloquently, but her eyes were looking behind the two men.

"You! Since you are so ignorant of the current situation, don't blame us for being cruel." The man surnamed Yang stretched out his hand and was about to strangle Song Yunli's neck.

The man's arms were not yet straightened, his eyes widened in disbelief, and he fell straight to the ground. The man named Wu beside him turned around to check, and couldn't help but gasp, knelt down, and said in a trembling voice: "I am here to see the Ninth Prince."

When other people in the restaurant saw what the man surnamed Wu did, they also knelt down to greet him.

"Shadow Blade, take these two away and deal with them." Feng Muyan said coldly.

"Yes, Master!"

How could the others dare to continue eating? After Feng Muyan and the others calmed down, they left quickly in twos and threes. In the huge restaurant, only an adult and a child were left staring at each other calmly.

"Brother!" Song Yunli shouted crisply.

"You are quite brave. If I hadn't ordered Qingying to protect you secretly, wouldn't you have died today?" Feng Muyan sat down opposite Song Yunli helplessly.

"Brother...it's so confusing to call you that. Can I call you Brother Mu from now on?" Song Yunli said disapprovingly. She had already noticed Qingying's existence.

Seeing that Feng Muyan didn't say anything, Song Yunli didn't feel embarrassed and continued to chatter about interesting things that happened in the past few days, even confessing that she became an apprentice and learned piano.

Feng Muyan's mouth slowly curved up, and he finally picked up a shrimp and put it next to her mouth, "Okay, the food is served, let's talk after we finish eating."

On the other side, Song Lin also searched for several places where Song Yunli often went, but he didn't find her. When he returned to the gate of the mansion, he stopped and looked at the house next door, wondering if the girl would hide in that yard. When the house was deserted, the girl had also crawled over to play. Acting faster than his heart, Song Lin walked over and knocked on the door.

"Excuse me, what can I do for you?" Xiao Wen asked in surprise. They had just arrived in Nanyue Country and didn't know anyone.

Song Lin turned around and asked in surprise, "Who are you, little brother?"

"I'm the servant of the owner of this house. I just came back from shopping." After saying that, Xiaowen raised the basket in his hand and shook it.

"My family lives next door to your house. Because my daughter ran away from home this morning, I wanted to visit the owner of the house and ask if he has seen my daughter," Song Lin's eyes flashed slightly, and he already had a plan in his mind. This boy was not simple, he was a martial artist who practiced martial arts for many years.

"Then please follow me!" Xiao Wen said as he opened the door.

Song Lin sat in the front hall and waited for a while, then saw a woman in blue and a man in red coming together. They stood up and said, "I am Song Lin, sorry to bother you."

"Xiao Wen has already told us that this is human nature. Is Brother Song's beloved daughter Li'er? She did come last night, but went back at Xu time." Xiao Mu said.

"You know Li'er," Song Lin was a little surprised.

"By chance, my wife has accepted your daughter as her apprentice. Brother Song, please..."

Before Xiao Mu could finish his words, Qing Mo interrupted him, "May I ask, Master Song, have you ever been to the Broken Soul Mountain outside the city with your son more than five years ago?"

Song Lin was startled and looked at Qing Mo with a wary look.

Qing Mo suddenly knelt down and said excitedly: "My benefactor, am I the beggar back then?"