You act stupid and I act crazy, let's be ancestors together

The remaining rain stopped, the dark clouds dispersed, the sky cleared up instantly, and the sun came out impatiently. After shining for a short while, the road returned to its previous state.

A black iron-armored carriage, solemn and dignified, just like its owner, terribly cold.

Oh, it seems its owner is not as indifferent as before.

Because at this moment, the person sitting in the carriage had a smile on his face that was brighter than a morning glory that had bloomed.

Ting Feng was now huddled in the corner of the carriage, not daring to even breathe.

Looking at the noticeable redness and swelling on his grandfather's handsome face and the cheap smile on his face, he felt scared.

What is my grandfather thinking with this expression?

Throw that little woman into the beast den? Or capture her and stab her a dozen times?

No, no, no, he was beaten so hard, it couldn't be like this. Could it be that... he wanted to kill the entire Fan family.

This is the family of Concubine Ye's brother-in-law. She loves this nephew more than her own son. If she whispers something in his ear, there is no guarantee that the Emperor will not pursue the matter.

No, no, with the imperial concubine's temper, she would most likely bring the Ye family army to attack the prince and beat him up.

"Tingfeng, why is that girl so angry? I am the one being scolded, why is she saying that I am molesting her?"

Tingfeng, who was daydreaming, was dumbfounded when he heard the question from his own prince.

What is the prince saying?

He just blatantly invited Madam Fan to climb over his wall, and he still says he didn't tease her?

How could he have the nerve to say that?

The prince was injured and not only did his temper become worse, but his brain also didn't work very well?

"Are you mute?" Murong Li didn't hear any response for a long time, and his face darkened.

Ting Feng saw that his prince was angry and quickly responded: "You invited people to climb over our wall in the middle of the night..."

"I was...testing her." Murong Li was dumbfounded. He asked that question just now because he wanted to test her reaction and see if she was the one who stole the white tiger that night. He didn't mean that at all.

"Probing? I believe it, I believe it."

Ting Feng said this, but the contempt on his face was obvious.

Although Murong Li couldn't see at the moment, he could hear something wrong from his words.

"How old is that girl? How old am I? How could I have any dirty thoughts about that girl? I just..." Except for his mother and his elder sister who had been missing for many years, no one had ever hit him like this.

How old? Aren't you only eleven years apart? Aren't you only twenty-eight this year? Isn't it rare for an old man to marry a young woman?

Tingfeng complained in his heart, but he dared not say these words out loud. After all, he only had one life, he had not yet married, and he did not want to die.

Although Tingfeng didn't say anything at this moment, Murong Li could also feel his aura of distrust. Never mind, never mind. He was too lazy to explain. The more he talked to this big-mouthed ladle, the more he would make up stories. Who knows how many versions of the story about him and that girl will appear in the servants' mouths tomorrow.

By the way, when the Fan family "sent away" Prince Huaiyang, something extraordinary happened.

The billowing smoke from the East Courtyard dyed half the sky black. When Jiang Si and Fan Tong returned to the courtyard, the room had been burned down to a frame.

"Lazy cat! Lazy cat!"

Fan Tong looked at the burnt house anxiously. Just as he was about to rush in to search, he was stopped by Hong Zhong, "Master, the house has been burned down to a frame. Don't go in. Be careful not to get hurt."

Looking at the interior that was almost burnt to ashes, Jiang Si felt a little guilty. She should have taken Lazy Cat away with her. He was seriously injured and unable to move. With such a big fire, I'm afraid...

"Meow~"

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from the corner.

Everyone looked up and saw a young boy covered in black, holding a small cub, also covered in black, coming out. The cub's fur was burnt black, and it was impossible to tell whether it was a cat or a tiger.

"Cat, cat, you scared me to death, I'm glad you're okay, I'm glad you're okay!"

Fan Tong, with tears in her eyes, rushed towards the young man, took the cat from his hand, held it in her arms and cried so sadly.

The burnt black hair on the lazy cat rubbed Fan Tong's clothes and face black.

Fan Zhirong, who was watching this scene, also had tears in his eyes. He wiped away the tears with his sleeves and murmured softly, "My son is kind!"

"Boss, is that you?" Just as Fan Tong was crying while holding the lazy cat, the boy of about eleven or twelve years old standing next to him suddenly spoke.

Hearing this, Fan Tong and Lazy Cat both looked up at him at the same time, both of them with shocked expressions.

The young man lifted his hair with both hands. Although his face was dirty, Fan Tong and Lazy Cat recognized him immediately.

"Xie Yuan?" Fan Tong called out the boy's name and looked him up and down. This boy had actually turned into a child.

"Boss, it's me, it's me, woooo~" Xie Yuan threw himself into Fan Tong's arms, and the two of them and the cat cried so loudly that it shook the earth.

Jiang Si had no time to watch them perform this play of brotherly love. With a sullen face, she looked at the servants who were injured to varying degrees while fighting the fire and asked, "Who is on duty today?"

Jiang Si was always smiling on weekdays, even when she was beating people she was still smiling. But today, when she turned grim-faced, the servants were so scared that they all fell to their knees.

"If the fire had been rescued in time, it wouldn't have burned so big. Where are your people?"

"Madam, we'll be waiting outside the courtyard. This fire is strange. By the time we discover it, it will be too late to put it out."

The one who stepped forward to answer was Yulan, the head maid in the courtyard. Ever since Mrs. Zhao was taken away, she had been in charge of all the miscellaneous matters in the courtyard.

Although Yulan appeared to be respectful to her on the surface, she was actually secretly petty. She even turned her face away several times when she thought she wasn't paying attention. All the Jiangsi saw it.

She didn't care, not because she didn't want to, but because she was always busy and had no time to deal with her. Now, she's taking advantage of her.

"Since we raised a white tiger in the yard, you were afraid to stay in the yard. I never said a word to you, but this morning the white tiger was sent away, and you are still so lazy. Don't think I don't know anything."

As Jiang Si spoke, she picked up a teacup from the stone table in the yard and threw it out. The sound of the cup breaking was heard in front of Yulan.

Yulan was so frightened that her body trembled, but she still said stubbornly: "Young Madam, we have really been guarding outside the courtyard. The fire started in a very strange way and burned a large area of ​​objects in an instant. Even if the fire was not put out in time, you can't put all the blame on us!"

Jiang Si listened to Yulan's words, and a smile gradually blossomed on her face. "Do you know who I like the most?"

Yulan was confused by the young lady's sudden words and shook her head, "I don't know."

Jiang Si quickly stepped forward, grabbed Yulan's neck, and lifted her up from the ground, whispering in her ear, "You're still stubborn. I like people like you who are not afraid of boiling water."