He Yu adjusted his moon-white bamboo-leaf-patterned Hangzhou silk changshan and got off the carriage. Elegant words, sentimental feelings, first published.

  He looked up to see the three characters "Zui Xian Lou" in black lacquer and gold, with a small seal in the right corner engraved with the four ancient clerical script characters "Qing Xi San Ren", which was the pseudonym of Lin Guanlan, the former president of the Hanlin Academy.

  The personal guard walked over and whispered: "Young master, do you want me to follow..."

  "No need." Before the guard could finish speaking, He Yu interrupted him, "Ji Xianming is not that kind of person. If he wanted to harm me, there are plenty of ways to do it, no need to find someone like this in a crowded tavern."

  "Yes." The guard retreated with a shout and helped several others park the carriage in the square beside the tavern.

  He You brought his personal servant into the Drunken Immortal Building.

  Ji Yong's attendant, Zi Xi, was waiting for He Yu in the hall. Seeing him arrive, he stepped forward with a smile and bowed: "Our young master is waiting for Master He at Cang Hai Pavilion on the third floor."

  Cang Hai Ge is the best private room in Zui Xian Lou, occupying an entire floor. To dine there, one needs to spend at least 200-300 taels of silver and make a reservation in advance.

  He Yu smiled lightly.

  What's the point of making such a big show?

  Someone came over to greet He Yun.

  He is also a regular here.

  He Yuxin responded absent-mindedly, thinking of the day when he wrote Spring Festival couplets and saw Ji Yong's gaze at Du Zhao.

  Sparkling brightly, as if burning with a flame.

  A strange feeling flashed through his mind. But soon, he threw away the emotions that made him feel uneasy.

  Marry as wife, run as concubine.

  Marriage is a matter of parental orders and matchmakers' words.

  He Yuexin felt slightly relieved in her heart and stepped up the stairs with a faint smile.

  Ji Yong stood with his hands behind him in front of the window, which was wide open. The colored glass inlays on the window frame set off his tall, straight figure in a cyan-colored changshan.

  It turns out that this Ji Xianming is also a unique individual.

  He Yu muttered to himself.

  Ji Yong had already turned around, his handsome face devoid of a smile, and greeted him with a cold expression: "You're here!"

  He Yudan nodded slightly and walked to the window with a leisurely pace, opening his fan with a "whoosh" sound, shaking it twice, then smiled and pointed at a bustling shop across from Drunken Immortal Building, saying: "Brother Ji is visiting Drunken Immortal Building for the nth time? The sugar-roasted peanuts from that Yaoji roasted goods store are really good. No matter how hard we try, our dish can't compare to theirs. Several times I wanted to buy their recipe but couldn't succeed... People in Kyoto all say it's because of Drunken Immortal Building that Yaoji Roasted Goods became famous..." His tone carried a hint of local superiority, trying to suppress Ji Yong's momentum.

  Ji Yong heard the words and slightly raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a smile that was not quite a smile. He instructed Zi Shang: "Go, buy some Yao Ji sugar-roasted peanuts for Mr. He."

  The son obeyed and left.

  Ji Yong turned around and punched He Yu's face.

  He Yu couldn't dodge in time, and with a "ouch" he covered his face, stumbling into the armchair beside him. The armchair didn't budge, but the teacups and teapot on the tea table fell to the ground with a clatter. He Yu let out another "ouch" as he tried to straighten up, his waist almost broken by the armrest of the chair, and he couldn't care about his face anymore. It was only then that everyone noticed his face was covered in blood, making it impossible to see where he was hurt.

  As soon as Ji Yong swung his fist, the two young servants who followed He Yu up the stairs shouted "Young Master" and rushed towards Ji Yong. Suddenly, 7 or 8 big men jumped out from the side, not only did they subdue He Yu's servants, but also had prepared in advance to stuff their mouths with two pieces of white cloth.

  "This is a personal vendetta, you two are not allowed to interfere!" Ji Yong shouted at the two small servants in a very unkind manner, waving his fist and rushing towards He Yun again.

  The flying eagle has been walking for a long time, and He Yu's movements have become more agile. He flipped over and hid behind the back of the taishi chair. He shouted loudly for his guards, but didn't scream "help" or anything like that.

  Ji Yong sneered in his heart.

  The young master of a noble family has this good point, which is that even at the moment of life and death, he still cares about his reputation.

  He caught up and grabbed He Yu's collar, punching him in the abdomen.

  At this time, He Yu had already reacted. The punch that Ji Yong had just hit on his face made his nose ache terribly, his eyes sour and his vision a bit blurry. When Ji Yong grabbed his collar, he instinctively bent his knee and rammed into Ji Yong's lower body.

  The two men simultaneously let out a "hmm" and fell to the ground, then got up at the same time and rushed towards each other...and started wrestling.

  Ji Yong and He Ruyan were of similar age, one adhered to the principle of "a gentleman uses his mouth but not his fists", while the other was pampered and indulged in luxury, when they fought, they were evenly matched, making it hard to distinguish who was stronger.

  Fortunately, the guests at Drunken Immortal Pavilion were all people of status and position. Even when the third floor was booming with noise, no one came out to watch the commotion. At most, a few servants who had been ordered to do so peeked out from the corridor entrance.

  When He Yu's guards rushed in with a loud noise, both of them were already at the end of their strength.

  He Yu's bodyguard wanted to save his master, Ji Yong's bodyguard had already received orders not to allow anyone to intervene, so they naturally tried to stop them, and the two sides started fighting with a loud crash.

  Right behind He Yu's bodyguards, the big shopkeeper rushed over and didn't know who to pull away - both were young masters of aristocratic families. Ji Gongzi was a scholar, a literary man, definitely not the one who would strike first; He Gongzi looked a bit spoiled but was actually very generous, not the kind of person who wouldn't listen to reason. Looking again, the two sides' bodyguards were fighting fiercely, and the wine house's security guards couldn't intervene even if they wanted to. Alright, he simply ordered the second shopkeeper: "Close the door, let them call us when they need us, then we'll go in."

  The two shopkeepers nodded in agreement and personally closed the large door of the Cang Hai Pavilion.

  He Yu saw his own people arrive, and his heart relaxed. He pushed Ji Yong away and sat down on the ground with a thud, only then speaking: "Damn it, Ji Yong! You hit people but not their faces. You son of a bitch, you actually hit my old man's face!"

  Ji Yong was also tired and had achieved his goal, so he stopped chasing He Yu. He sat down on the ground like He Yu, panting and saying: "You can hit other people's faces, but I can't hit your face?"

  "Who the hell am I hitting?" He Yu wiped the blood on his face in a mess, indignantly saying, "Don't spit blood at people!"

  "Am I going to spit blood at people?" Ji Yong's mood, which had just calmed down after punching He Yu twice, immediately became agitated again. "The fourth Miss Duan and the Wei family already have a marriage arrangement, but you inserted yourself into it, causing Fourth Miss Duan to be gossiped about and pointed at by others, almost to the point of losing her life!"

  Dong Jia's fourth young lady wipes her neck?

  This is impossible!

  He Yuzhi thought so. It can be seen that Ji Yongyan's words were affirmative, but after all, he had only met Duan Zhao a few times and was somewhat uncertain.

  "Are you just looking for a backer? A good man doesn't eat another's family food, a good woman doesn't wear another's wedding dress. Can't you have some pride? You want to rely on a woman and fight with your brothers..."

  He Yu's ears turned red with shame, and he strongly argued: "What are you talking about? The fourth miss of the Duan family is a very good person..."

  "That's right," Ji Yong said with disdain, "the two ancient cypresses in front of the Imperial Academy are also good, why don't you take them home?"

  "You...!" He Yu's face turned red with anger. "When did the Duan family's affairs become something for the Ji family to help with?"

  "I'm not like you, I don't have any other identity except being the son of He Gong lao," Ji Yong said proudly. "I am Yi Xing Ji Jian Ming. What does the Ji family have to do with me? If I want to ask about something, I'll ask about it. If I don't want to ask, they're just passersby."

  How arrogant!

  He Yu was tongue-tied, but somehow he suddenly felt a desire to make friends with Ji Yong.

  He muttered to himself: "If I wanted to rely on women, there are many of them. It's not necessary to be the fourth miss of the Duan family. I didn't mean to make things difficult for her... The Wei family is not a good thing either..."

  Ji Yong saw He You's sincere words. Knowing he had softened, his tone also became more gentle: "I know too. I'm not trying to bully you. That Wei family is indeed not a good thing, broken and tattered. If Du Zhao marries into their family, she'll probably have to work like an ox to help them fill the gaps, compared to your family it's heaven and earth apart. But the problem is that Du Zhao has been thinking about her deceased mother's last words, you can't just ignore her wishes, right?" As he spoke, he let out a long sigh. With a worried tone, "She lost her mother at a young age, living in fear under her stepmother's rule. She also has to consider the opinions of those elders in the Eastern Palace, it's already not easy for her. If you keep causing trouble like this, think about it, can she still have a good life? Not to mention anything else, just the spittle from those palace women could drown her."

  He Yu lowered his head and remained silent for a long time.

  Is he reluctant to give up on Duo Zhao?

  Ji Yong looked at him, scolding He Yu a thousand times in her heart, and the fire of anger on her head was slightly reduced. She said: "You'd better say something! Now the Wei family has decided not to return the token to the Duan family or give it to your He family. The highest bidder gets it... Are you still not satisfied with the commotion? When the time comes, if your father thinks it's not worth it and leaves, what will happen to Duan Zhao? What did she do wrong? Just because her father was a student of yours, she got stuck with a plague god... Are you still a man?! I'll help you deal with your brothers in the future..."

  He Yu gritted his teeth and asked Ji Yong, "If I were to step down, would Duan family's fourth miss marry Wei Tingyu?" His tone still carried a hint of reluctance, without asking how Ji Yong would help him deal with his brother, only wanting to know about Duan Zhao's future.

  Ji Yong felt a sudden discomfort in her heart and said, "She must have married Wei Tingyu! Who else would she marry?"

  "Good!" He Yong said loudly, "I acknowledge this matter!" It was quite straightforward and had a heroic spirit.

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  At this time, Chen Qu Shui had returned to Zhending. He stood in Du Zhao Hua's room, looking at a peony flower that was about to bloom and said with some worry: "If the Wei family comes to propose marriage, will Miss really agree to this marriage?"

  Dong Zhaoyong rinsed the long leaves of the orchid with a watering can and replied irrelevantly, "Did they accept the medicine I asked you to give to the Marquis of Jining?"

  "Received." Chen Qu said, "However, I saw that Jining Hou's appearance... seemed very ordinary..."

  Before Dou Zhaolong left, he asked him to bring two 30-year-old ginsengs to give to the Marquis of Jining. He thought that these two ginsengs had a deep meaning, but as a result, the Marquis of Jining just smiled and thanked him, letting someone put them away. He still thought that the Marquis of Jining did not understand Dou Zhao's intention, so he mentioned a few words, but instead made the Marquis of Jining show a few points of disdain.

  "It's enough that they brought it." Duan Zhao put down the spray bottle and said casually, "As for whether they can use it or not, that's their business."

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  Regarding the three-chi child not entering the inner mansion, everyone can refer to those parks with very few people. When the management personnel are not in place, it is easy to take advantage of the loopholes. As for whether Ji Yong's behavior conforms to the standards of a crown prince, everyone will know later.

  o(n_n)o~

  PS: Looking for pink tickets...

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