The princess is killing like crazy again

"Master, His Highness Zhaoyang is in the Third Miss's courtyard. After chatting with her for a while, he left with the young master of the Li family." The subordinate reported to Wang Fuxuan.

Wang Fuxuan responded, "Yeah."

He hesitated for a moment and asked, "Did she say anything else?"

The subordinate said, "His Highness Zhaoyang asked me to report that he wants the Third Miss to work as a female official in the Princess's residence, and that the master of the family should keep the Third Miss and not marry her. He also said that the Third Miss can help the master of the family deal with trivial matters in the family."

Wang Fuxuan: “…”

The subordinates observed Wang Fuxuan's expression and waited for his opinion.

"Let her do it." Wang Fuxuan said, "Go tell my uncle and aunt that Wang Wanru is not allowed to marry. The clan needs someone to handle affairs and socialize at banquets."

"Yes." The subordinate responded, and then asked carefully, "Master, the empty building in the center of Yujing was given to His Highness Zhaoyang, so aren't we going to build a restaurant?"

Wang Fuxuan glanced at him coldly, "Why are you talking so much? I have other arrangements for the location of the restaurant. Since the restaurant is given to her, let her do it herself."

The subordinates hurriedly bowed their heads and accepted the order.

Li Yaozhi sent Xiao Yurong to the princess's residence and then returned to the Li family.

After Xiao Yurong sat in the room and dealt with official documents, he wrote a letter to Zuba.

Zuba did not return to the North Country immediately after Xiao Yurong's birthday, and planned to stay in Yujing for half a month.

It was not only to discuss and negotiate the next matters, but also to deal with Chu Le taking over the three cities.

Zuba did not live in the post station, but instead lived in a wing room in Xiangguo Temple.

Even though they had just met yesterday, and even though Xiangguo Temple was not very far from the princess's mansion, Zuba still wrote a letter today.

The letter was polite in its language, though the words were somewhat unfamiliar and the characters were awkwardly written.

It seems that it took Zuba a very long time to write this letter.

The general meaning is to invite Xiao Yurong to have a chat at Xiangguo Temple when he is free.

It's not impossible. Princess Xiao Yurong can also serve as a representative in receiving foreign envoys.

So Xiao Yurong wrote a reply letter, saying that he would go to Xiangguo Temple on a certain day.

After finishing his official business, Xiao Yurong suddenly became interested when he remembered that he had just rescued the little beauty today.

"Cui Cui, call Lord Du Xi over." Xiao Yurong said.

Cuicui had already arranged for Duxi to stay early, and when she saw that Xiao Yurong wanted to see someone, she immediately asked someone to bring Duxi over.

When Du Xi came, he was only wearing a thin silk robe and still holding the Hujia in his hand.

This look actually has some of the style of the top figure in later generations who possesses countless intelligence.

Du Xi walked over holding the Hujia, bowed to Xiao Yurong, and kowtowed to her solemnly again.

"I will never forget your life-saving grace." Du Xi said very seriously, "Princess, if there is anything that I can do for you, I will not hesitate to die in the face of danger."

The candlelight flickered gracefully, and the small mole under Duxi's eye was clearly visible, looking very charming.

Xiao Yurong propped up her chin and said calmly, "There are so many people who have fought for me and gone through fire and water. I didn't keep you here to let you do this."

"Duxi understands." Duxi lowered his head shyly.

He has never liked his appearance, which is too seductive and docile, and that is why many troubles have arisen for no reason.

But since Xiao Yurong likes it, he likes it too.

He asked, "May I play the Hujia for the princess?"

"Yeah." Xiao Yurong nodded lazily.

Du Xi played the 18-beat Hujia music, each beat was tear-jerking and extremely sad.

Cuicui was massaging Xiao Yurong's shoulders, and her mouth couldn't help twitching when she heard the music.

This kid...if you don't know him, you would think he is doing something funeral.

"In this situation, with the flowers in full bloom and the moon in full bloom, why are you playing this kind of music?" Cuicui scolded in a low voice, "How do you serve the princess?"

Du Xi said awkwardly: "Princess, calm down. Du Xi is not talented. I can only play these few inappropriate songs..."

The more he spoke, the lower his head dropped, as if he was about to sob.

Xiao Yurong didn't really care about this, "What else can you do?"

"I...in addition to the Hujia, I can also play the Pipa." Du Xi said in a low voice.

Xiao Yurong was in the mood, "Play it for me. Cuicui, go get him the pipa."

Du Xi held the pipa, the candlelight was dim, and there were many sad notes in the pipa strings. He played it continuously, with a series of humming and weeping sounds, plucking and strumming.

At the end of the song, Xiao Yurong applauded and asked, "You play the pipa so well, why did you hold the hujia at that time?"

After being praised by Xiao Yurong, Du Xi's eyes were full of expectation, but also a little shy, "The price of the famous pipa is high, and all the girls in the Qinlou and Chuguan have to learn it, so it's not my turn. But few people are willing to learn the Hujia, so the madam threw it to me."

Xiao Yurong's gaze fell on Du Xi's hands holding the pipa. The shadow of the candlelight was mottled on Du Xi's fingertips. His fingers were slender, with distinct joints.

"Your hands look beautiful." Xiao Yurong praised generously.

Du Xi pursed her lips and smiled, "Princess, you are too kind."

Cuicui understood Xiao Yurong's intentions, so she quietly retreated out of the room and closed the door.

"It's late at night. Princess, do you want Duxi to serve you?" Duxi asked nervously.

Xiao Yurong curled the corners of her lips, "Okay, let's see what you have learned over the years and see if you can please me."

Duxi said, "Duxi will definitely do his best."

As it turned out, Duxi learned quite well.

He knew best how to please Xiao Yurong and how to serve Xiao Yurong.

He knelt beside Xiao Yurong's legs. Everything he had learned since childhood came in handy at this moment.

Only then will he not hate his past.

The night was filled with red candles and a fragrant banquet. Du Xi's eyes and eyebrows were equally touching when he was emotional, as if he was the one being bullied.

Any slight movement or response from Xiao Yurong would make him lose his composure.

He leaned over to Xiao Yurong's ear and whispered "Princess" in a hoarse voice.

"I tell you, why are you always so cautious?" Xiao Yurong's purple dress slid to the ground, like a ball of purple smoke.

"This is... this is extremely disrespectful..." Du Xi did not dare to offend.

Xiao Yurong pinched him, looked at his trembling appearance, and asked with a smile: "You were so bold just now, but now you are not brave enough? What do you think I asked you to do?"

"Xiaoduo, be obedient." Xiao Yurong whispered the name in his ear.

Du Xi froze for a moment before he began to move.

My heart felt an inexplicable tingling of joy, as if a scabbed scar was being torn open.

Pain, only the pain that Xiao Yurong gave him.

Because Du Xi is versatile and good at serving, which can make Xiao Yurong enjoy herself, Xiao Yurong likes him very much.

After a few days of such decadent days, Xiao Yurong remembered to go to Xiangguo Temple.

"I will draw eyebrows for the princess." Du Xi's eyes were filled with hope as he knelt beside Xiao Yurong's legs.

Several maids were helping Xiao Yurong with her hair and makeup. When they heard what was said, they observed Xiao Yurong's reaction. Seeing that Xiao Yurong did not react, they handed the Luozidai to Du Xi.

Those who can serve Xiao Yurong closely are all top-notch people who are very good at observing the master's words and expressions and know what to do based on his reaction.

Things like eyebrow drawing are done by very close people.

Du Xi had seen Li Yaozhi drawing eyebrows for Xiao Yurong. It seemed as if no one else could get into the atmosphere. He was extremely serious and meticulous, as if he was treating a fragile treasure.

After putting on makeup, she lowered her eyebrows and asked her husband, "The depth of my eyebrows is in fashion."

Du Xi knew that he and Li Yaozhi had some subtle similarities, and the similarities were very subtle.

He knelt in front of Xiao Yurong and carefully drew her eyebrows. He turned the bronze mirror and said, "Princess, please look."

"Not bad." Xiao Yurong praised casually, "When Shao Yan drew my eyebrows for the first time, it was a mess, not as skillful as yours."

Although he said that, his words were so intimate. Du Xi pursed his lips in disappointment.

The elusive and elusive intimacy is simply an illusion.

In fact, Xiao Yurong has been thinking these past two days about who should be in charge of the management of Zhuiyue Pavilion after it is completed.

Wang Wanru, the staff in the palace? Or should we entrust it to Wang Fuxuan, or let Li Yaozhi take care of it? If that doesn't work, let Xiao Yuxie take care of it?

Xiao Yurong had thought about it and felt that she was the one who could make the best decision.

It would be better to just leave it to Du Xi.

Anyway, Du Xi has talent in this area, and he has learned these things since he was young. In his previous life, he also controlled Xianggu Pavilion, proving that he also has this ability.

However, Du Xi has not grown into what he would be in the future. Since Xiao Yurong has intervened in his cause and effect, no one knows what kind of hardships he will suffer in the future.

"I want to build a Moon-Chasing Pavilion in the center of Yujing," said Xiao Yurong.

Du Xi immediately sat up straight and listened carefully.

Xiao Yurong explained to Du Xi the function of Zhuiyue Pavilion and the pros and cons involved.

"I plan to wait until it is built and then hand it over to you to manage." Xiao Yurong said.

"Princess, do you really trust me with such a heavy responsibility?" Du Xi asked blankly.

Xiao Yurong raised the corner of his lips, "I have always been a person who I don't trust, and I trust people who I trust."

Du Xi's affectionate eyes were suddenly filled with tears, "Princess..."

"Then use that expression that looks like you're about to cry but not yet." Xiao Yurong knocked on the table with his knuckles. "Since I've given it to you, you should do it well and don't make any mistakes. Do you understand?"

"Yes." Du Xi nodded vigorously.

"Yes." Xiao Yurong nodded, "I will send someone to teach you the relevant knowledge. Do you also want to do your best to understand it?"

Du Xi nodded repeatedly, "I understand, Princess, I understand."

Seeing his eager look, Xiao Yurong was in a good mood and patted his head, "Okay, I have to go out for a while. Someone will come to teach you later. You should learn well before the Zhuiyue Pavilion is built."

"Yes." Du Xi responded.

He watched Xiao Yurong, who was wearing light blue clothes and apricot yellow skirt, walk away, his eyes still sparkling with crystal light.

When we arrived at the courtyard where Zuba and his group from Beiguo lived at Xiangguo Temple, Zuba was sweeping the floor with a broom.

"Is it up to the leader to do this job personally?" Xiao Yurong saw this scene as soon as he came in and made a joke.

Zuba paused, broom in hand, and asked, "I am grateful that the princess is willing to talk."

Xiao Yurong smiled and asked, "Why are you sweeping the floor alone?"

"I have nothing to do today, so I'll find something to do." Zuba answered honestly, "I wanted to study Chule's Book of Poetry, but I can't understand it."

It is indeed difficult to understand if you are not someone who grew up in Chu Le.

The writing system and speech habits of the Northern Kingdom are different from those of Chu Music. It is not easy for Zuba to achieve this.

After all, he could write letters, knew a lot of poetry, and could communicate without any problems, although his pronunciation was still a little sluggish.

Xiao Yurong was in a good mood and was a rare teacher. "If you like, I can teach you."

"Really?" Zuba's emerald green eyes flickered with tiny gleams.

"Really." Xiao Yurong tilted her head and looked into his eyes. "Because you have beautiful eyes, I am willing to teach you."

She picked up the book that Zuba had placed on the steps and sat directly on them, "Come on."

Zuba sat down next to Xiao Yurong and read the book close to her. He pointed at one of the sentences and said, "This——"

"What I mean is that there are no good gifts in Jiangnan, so I might as well send a branch of plum blossom to herald the arrival of spring." Xiao Yurong explained.

She said in a clear voice: "I have nothing in Jiangnan, so I give you a branch of spring."

"Jiangnan has nothing, so I give you a branch of spring." Zuba repeated and nodded, "How about Jiangnan, it has nothing? People from the north want to move south."

Xiao Yurong raised his eyes and looked at him, "Going south? Why?"

Zuba replied, "Jiangnan is rich and has a warm and humid climate. It's very cold where we are. It's so cold that cattle, sheep, flowers, plants, and even people can't survive."

He turned to look at Xiao Yurong, "Many years ago, the Balman tribe came to Chule, hoping to exchange jewelry for some food supplies, and even hoped to become a subordinate tribe of Chule."

Is this true? Xiao Yurong racked his brains to think about it.

There are countless foreign tribes that came to Yujing to pay tribute. The Balman tribe? I think they came too?

Oh - if that's the case...

"Have we met before?" Xiao Yurong tilted his head to look at him.

"Yeah." Zuba nodded silently.

Xiao Yurong may not remember it, but he remembers it.

Because he grew up in a remote and cold place, the people there always told him that there was a wealthy and huge country in the south, a country as warm as spring.

It was an unreachable dream, just like the moon in the sky, it was the place Zuba longed for.

Until one day Ata said he would take him there, begging for trade, begging to exchange jewelry for food, and begging to accept the Balman tribe as a subordinate tribe of Chule.

Chu Le was just as the adults said, like a magnificent painting, a prosperous era that Zuba had never seen before.

When will the Northland become such a place? Can the Balmain tribe also reach the pinnacle? Zuba is always full of hope.

It all seemed like a dream, and he was rarely so happy.

But it seemed not to be the case. When they stood in the magnificent palace and in front of the master of this prosperous world, Zuba finally saw the truth.

This is a gorgeous gown crawling with fleas, an orange covered with insect eggs.

He could hear the murmurs of derision all around him, mocking them as barbaric outsiders and uncivilized savages.

The king and ministers of the land of Chule were all dressed in gorgeous clothes, and they looked at them as if they were monkeys.

That imagined prosperous world seemed to be crumbling in the eyes of the young boy.