After becoming the prince of the demon clan, the beautiful master pampers him every day

Song Ling looked at the bag of top-grade spirit stones, raised an eyebrow, and threw it back to him.

"These things are not worth the price. Just do as we said and give us gold."

Song Ling contentedly added half a room's worth of gold to his warehouse.

"Come on, I'll take you out of the palace for a walk."

After going back to call Han Feiyu and others and refusing the escort from the guards sent by the Third Prince, the group left the palace.

As the political and cultural center of a country, the imperial city is naturally extremely prosperous.

The streets were crowded with people and there were countless vendors hawking their wares along the street, and everyone had a warm smile on their face.

Chu Xinglan and his friends even saw some foreigners. They were tall and wore distinctive clothes, but they had integrated well into the place.

There is no strict separation between men and women in Cangyun Country, and women on the street do not need to cover their faces and can walk freely on the street.

Chu Xinglan and his group were walking on the street. They were all handsome men and beautiful women, with unique temperaments, and they instantly attracted a lot of attention.

From time to time, there were bold women coming forward to chat with them. Chu Xinglan and Song Ling had seen this kind of situation many times, so they smiled and declined politely so as not to embarrass the girls.

Xun Wenguang couldn't stand it anymore, his face flushed, and he said in a low voice.

"Why don't we go back? I remembered that I haven't completed my training mission today."

"No, we just came out. It won't be a problem if we don't practice for a day."

Han Feiyu was obviously still in high spirits and didn't want to go back at all, but seeing Xun Wenguang's embarrassed look, he made a suggestion.

"How about finding a place to sit?"

Song Ling took over the conversation directly: "Let's go to Shengjingju. The scenery there is the best, and there are performances in the evening."

Han Feiyu came up to him and winked: "Is it that kind of performance?"

"What kind? A serious performance!"

It is not dinner time now, so there are not many people in Shengjingju. In the lobby on the first floor, there is a storyteller telling a story with great passion.

Song Ling took them directly to the third floor and into a private room.

"Bring two pots of tea and a few plates of special dim sum."

The waiter stepped back and quickly brought up the refreshments.

Li Wen curiously pushed open the window opposite the door, which was as big as half a wall. A breeze blew towards her. Looking ahead, she saw the sparkling river water and large and small pleasure boats docked on the riverside.

There are large tracts of crabapple trees planted along the river. When the wind blows, the petals fall down and swirl onto the ground, covering the green grass with a layer of red.

There were young men and women talking and chatting, and children running around, and even from a distance, you could hear their happy laughter.

Surrounding it are residential houses with blue bricks and black tiles. Occasionally, you can see people hanging clothes to dry in the yard or doing some trivial odd jobs.

Li Wen took a deep breath and seemed to smell a faint scent of flowers.

"It's so beautiful!"

Song Ling also leaned on the window, looking into the distance, and said with some pride.

"Of course, my father and my brothers work hard from dawn to dusk to handle government affairs, hoping that the people of Cang Yun can live and work in peace and contentment."

“Although we cannot say that everyone has enough to eat now, the number of people who have died of freezing or starvation is very small.”

Han Feiyu suddenly said: "You are indeed qualified to despise the Cang Yue royal family."

Song Ling hugged his neck with a smile: "Why bring up those unlucky things?"

Then he pointed to the largest pleasure boat on the river and said, "Did you see it? There will be your favorite performance there tonight. I heard that the girls are all extremely beautiful, especially the Oiran, who is even more stunning. Do you want to go and see it?"

Han Feiyu raised his eyebrows and squinted at him: "Have you been there?"

Chu Xinglan chuckled beside him: "He was still a child when he went to Cangqiong Mountain. If he dared to go, I'm afraid his eldest sister would beat him to death."

"..."

"My eldest sister likes to come here the most. If she hadn't told me, how would I have known about this?"

"real or fake?"

"Your eldest sister is here?"

A few people were chatting and laughing when the door of the box was suddenly knocked.

There was silence in the room. After looking at each other, everyone turned their gaze to Song Ling.

"Looking for you?"

Song Ling looked innocent: "I don't know, I didn't call anyone else, and I didn't have time to call anyone."

Just then, there was another knock on the door, followed by a woman's voice.

"Brother Ling, are you there? I'm Zhao Yuying."

Now the eyes of Chu Xinglan and the others became ambiguous, looking at Song Ling with a smile.

Song Ling was completely stunned and couldn't even remember where this person existed.

Chu Xinglan patted his shoulder and said, "Brother Ling, please invite him in first. Sit down and talk if you have anything to say."

Then several people hid behind the screen tacitly, leaving Song Ling standing there alone, disheveled in the wind.

He originally thought that if no one responded, the girl would leave, but the persistent knocking on the door made Song Ling resigned himself to walking over and opening the door.

But before that, he glared fiercely at those guys who were just watching the fun and making trouble.

The door of the room opened, and outside stood a girl who looked to be about fourteen or fifteen years old. She was wearing a smoky pink dress, with two buns on her head and a little baby fat on her face. She looked very cute.

Seeing Song Ling opening the door, she happily threw herself into his arms.

"Brother Ling, it's really you, you're finally back!"

Song Ling's eyes met Zhao Yuying's personal maid. Seeing her face full of indignation, he pulled Zhao Yuying out of his arms without leaving a trace.

Then he looked at Zhao Yuying with a confused look on his face: "Excuse me, do I know you?"

A look of disbelief flashed across Zhao Yuying's smiling face.

"Brother Ling, don't you recognize me? I'm Yingying!"

As she said this, she actually burst into tears, as if Song Ling was some unfaithful man.

Seeing that someone was already looking over, Song Ling felt a little headache, "Come in first."

Han Feiyu tried hard to look at the scene in the hall through the gap in the screen, and spoke in a pretentious tone.

"Brother Ling, I'm Yingying."

This made everyone want to laugh, but no one dared to make a sound.

"Song Ling should be old enough to discuss marriage, right? Do you think he will be given a princess when he comes back this time?"

"Is this possible? Then we can take them to Cangqiong Mountain together?"

They were chatting animatedly inside, but Song Ling was getting a headache from the noise.

He thought for a long time but really couldn't remember who this Yingying was. He wanted to ask, but looking at Zhao Yuying's accusing and aggrieved eyes, he couldn't open his mouth.

In the end, the personal maid behind Zhao Yuying couldn't bear it anymore and introduced herself and gave a hint.

"My young lady is the granddaughter of Lord Zhao, the Minister of Rites. At the Sixth Prince's tenth birthday party, he praised my young lady for being cute and said that he would marry my young lady as the Sixth Prince's consort in the future."

"My lady fell in love with Your Highness at first sight and has been waiting for Your Highness for so many years."