Time Travel: Brothel Maid

Xiao Guoer still raised her arms and covered her face with her sleeves. "Then let's go quickly. I think the road is not convenient. You lead the way and I will follow you."

"okay……"

Shun'er was walking stiffly in front. Xiao Guo'er looked through his sleeves and saw that he walked with his hands and feet together. She couldn't help but want to laugh.

Shun'er usually treats her very casually, probably because he can't stand how much care his young master takes of her, letting her take advantage of him, and thinks she is not worthy of being on friendly terms with his young master.

Although he didn't go to the extent of making things difficult for her, he sometimes pretended to obey Tang Jingchen behind her back, saying one thing in front of her and another behind her back.

Xiao Guoer never argued with him, after all, he was just trying to protect his young master.

Unexpectedly, Shun'er saw her true face today, and his attitude was so different. He looked like a virgin who had never seen a woman. It was funny, but also cute enough to make people laugh.

The carriage stopped not far away. Xiao Guo'er was covered in wet clothes, feeling very uncomfortable. She just wanted to change into a set of dry clothes.

Shun'er led Xiaoguo'er to the carriage, let out a long sigh, and said, "I'll go find clothes for you." Then he trotted away without even looking up.

Xiao Guoer burst out laughing. Is she that scary?

He had no choice but to get into the carriage, lower the curtain, and wait for Shun'er's clothes.

Shun'er was still in shock, with Xiaoguo'er's face, which belonged to a woman, still in his mind. This was too unbelievable.

My mind was thinking about other things, so I wasn't paying attention to my steps. When I turned a corner, I suddenly saw two people coming towards me.

He was startled and was about to bump into them, but at the critical moment, he turned around and twisted his body to pass by the two men.

Fortunately, thanks to his nimble legs and feet, he avoided an accident.

Shuner wiped the sweat from his forehead and continued on his way.

Fu Qi'an looked at the absent-minded figure and narrowed his eyes. Isn't this Tang Jingchen's servant? Why is he so flustered?

Turning his sight, he suddenly saw a man standing next to the Tang family's carriage, his face covered with his sleeves, his body soaked, and his hair disheveled.

The man climbed up the carriage carefully.

Fu Qi'an raised his eyebrows slightly, wondering in his heart, what is Tang Jingchen doing? Where did he find such a strange person?

I saw the man climb onto the carriage with great difficulty, then carefully lifted the curtain and squeezed in.

The moment he lifted the car curtain, his sleeves slid down, inadvertently revealing a small piece of his wrist that was as white as jade and as delicate as fat.

However, this glimpse was fleeting, as if it was just an illusion, making people wonder if they were seeing things.

The moment the car curtain fell, Fu Qi'an felt an indescribable strange feeling in his heart, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

He thought hard, trying to find the reason, but he had no clue.

Seeing that the young master did not move for a long time, the follower Fu An stepped forward and whispered, "Young Master?"

Fu Qi'an responded perfunctorily, "Well, let's go."

Fu Qi'an walked casually, his mind full of mixed thoughts. He didn't know whether his younger sister and Zhou Fangye could get married successfully, whether Yingniang would stay with Chen Fengyao after being sad, and when the Eighth Prince's cause would be successful.

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Tang Jingchen walked quickly into the bamboo forest. When he saw the men in black lying on the ground in front of him, the seriously injured prince, and the dying guards, he could not help but stare in amazement, his face full of shock.

He never expected that the injured person Xiao Guoer mentioned was actually the Eighth Prince!

Someone actually dared to assassinate the Eighth Prince! Who is so bold?

Zhao Yunrong narrowed his eyes tightly, his gaze as sharp as an eagle, and carefully looked at the uninvited guest who suddenly broke in.

After seeing the person clearly, he loosened his grip on the hilt of the sword slightly, and his tense nerves also relaxed a little.

He knew this person, he was the son of the richest man in Beijing - Tang Jingchen.

"Why are you here?" Zhao Yunrong asked in a low voice, with a hint of doubt and vigilance in his eyes.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which made Tang Jingchen feel nauseous and uncomfortable.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm his heart. He remembered what Xiao Guoer had just said to him and tried to stay calm.

He bowed respectfully to the Eighth Prince and said, "Greetings, Your Majesty. I just saw that this place is sparsely populated and the environment is quiet, so I wanted to come and stroll around and take a deep breath."

"The prince is injured. I will go and call for help."

Zhao Yunrong pondered in silence, his eyes deep, as if he could see through people's hearts.

Tang Jingchen couldn't help but feel a chill rising up his spine, but he still tried to keep himself calm.

Perhaps it was because of his frankness and sincere gaze that the doubts in Zhao Yunrong's eyes gradually disappeared.

Finally, he broke the chilling silence and spoke slowly, "This king needs you to do something, are you willing?"

An awe-inspiring aura of power and nobility that belonged only to the royal family came over him like a mountain pressing down on his head.

Tang Jingchen's heart trembled, and he quickly bowed and saluted, with an extremely respectful attitude: "If the prince has any orders, I will do my best and will never let the prince down!"

"At this moment, the dragon boat race has just ended, and I believe there are still many officials and people who have not left." The powerful man looked cold and said in a serious tone: "At this moment, when the crowd is gathering, you must spread the news of what you saw. Say that you saw the Eighth Prince being ambushed by assassins in the bamboo forest, and he was seriously injured and in danger of death. He fell into the water and may not survive."

After saying this, his eyes flickered with an unfathomable light.

Tang Jingchen couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart when he heard this. He knew very well that there might be a huge conspiracy or power struggle hidden behind this sentence, but he didn't dare to think deeply about the deeper meaning.

At the moment, I had no choice but to respond, "Don't worry, Your Majesty. I will keep my mouth shut and will not let the world know that although Your Majesty was assassinated, his life is safe. I will spare no effort to let everyone in Shangjing know the thrilling scene when the Eighth Prince was assassinated."

Zhao Yunrong was very satisfied with his intelligence and knowledge of the situation, and then ordered, "Before that, go find Fu Qi'an and ask him to come to meet me."

Tang Jingchen found Fu Qian'an without much effort and conveyed the Eighth Prince's instructions to him.

When Fu Qi'an heard what he said, he was horrified and hurried to the bamboo forest with his men to meet the prince, and escorted him back to the palace quietly.

There were also several shops along the Qingshui River. Tang Jingchen gathered the shop owners of Tang's shops, explained his purpose in a serious manner, and then left in a hurry.

After receiving the order, the shopkeeper returned to the shop and made arrangements for the shop assistants.