The disfigured prince's time-traveling concubine

Following Qingying along the way, Song Yunli finally understood what a wealthy person meant. Not to mention that the Prince Mu's Mansion was three times larger than the Yilan Palace, the calligraphy works that appeared every ten meters were probably worth tens of thousands of gold. The total value of all the calligraphy works added together was probably even more staggering, not to mention the precious orchids everywhere.

"Miss, we have arrived at your residence. You will live in the east courtyard from now on." After saying that, he handed the bag on his shoulder to Song Yunli, turned over and disappeared without a trace.

Song Yunli patrolled the courtyard with her small bag on her back, feeling very satisfied. There were even rockeries and small waterfalls here. It would be perfect if she could live here after she got married. It would then be perfect if the rich prince could build her a swimming pool.

"Master, I have sent Miss Yunli to the East Courtyard." In the main courtyard of Prince Mu's Mansion, Qingying stood behind Feng Muyan with his head lowered.

"How's the investigation of the identities of those two people going?" After sheathing his sword, Feng Muyan turned around abruptly, put his hands behind his back, and looked at Qingying sharply. There was an icy chill in his words, which made Qingying feel very cold.

"My lord, the woman's name is Qing Mo, and she is the best zither player in East Chu. The man's original name was Mu Zhixiao, the former high priest of East Chu. Nine years ago, he secretly married Qing Mo, the eldest daughter of the Qing family, and was hunted down and suppressed by his family and the royal family. Now, Mu Zhixiao has been expelled from the Mu family, and he brought Qing Mo to Nanyue Country to find his daughter." Qingying said as he presented the letter with detailed contents to Feng Muyan.

Feng Muyan took the letter, waved his hand to signal Qingying to leave, and then turned back to the study, carefully read the five thick pages of letter paper, then opened the fire and burned the letter completely before getting up and leaving. When he walked to the gate of the East Courtyard, Feng Muyan's mouth curled slightly, raised his head and looked at the plaque on the top of the moon arch, on which were three crooked characters "Li Yunju". Feng Muyan was a little surprised. Although these characters were a little crooked like dog crawling, but a closer look at the font is majestic and vigorous, it will be a good seedling in the future.

Seeing her prince staring at the plaque for a long time without saying anything, the maidservant at the gate knelt down and said, "Please forgive me, my prince. I took the empty plaque to Miss Yunli without your permission, and secretly hung it at the gate. I deserve to die."

A few strands of cool wind blew by, Feng Muyan was still staring at the plaque in silence, the little maid on the ground bit her lips tightly, holding back her tears, she had been working carefully as a maid in the palace, was she going to die here today?

"Go down and prepare some cakes and snacks. Remember to put less sugar. Li'er's teeth are not in good health." A faint voice sounded, and the little girl on the ground was so frightened that her eyes widened like copper bells. Her prince was not angry at all, and he said such a long sentence at once. Is it going to rain red rain today!

"Hurry up and go!" Feng Muyan was obviously a little impatient. He hated these servants who didn't understand his manners the most.

"Yes, yes, I'll go to the kitchen and ask people to prepare it. I'll take my leave." The little maid stood up and ran away.

Walking into the courtyard, Feng Muyan slowed down his pace, stopped with his hands behind his back about five steps away from the stone table, and stared at Song Yunli who was reading attentively. Can this little girl really understand this book "Strange Stories of Military History"?

Song Yunli was reading with great interest when the book in her hand suddenly disappeared. She frowned and looked up to see a paralyzed face. She opened her beautiful eyes slightly and called out crisply, "Brother Mu!" Feng Muyan nodded slightly, sat next to her, and then asked in a low voice, "Can you understand this book?"

Song Yunli's long and curled eyelashes trembled. She observed Feng Muyan's expression, gently took the book back from his hand, and then put it in her arms. She said sweetly, "Although Li'er doesn't understand it very well, I just think it's very beautiful."