Fast Wear: The Spare Tire Runs Fast

Chapter 116 The Young Master of the Marquisate’s Bad Ways 8

Yiang's expression remained unchanged as he said firmly, "It's okay, go ahead!"

"Yes, sir, please wait a moment."

Soon, the servant came over steadily carrying several jugs of wine and placed them neatly in front of Yi'ang.

"Sir, do you have any other instructions?" Yiang waved his hand slightly and said, "Go down!"

The servant replied respectfully, "Enjoy your meal, sir." Then he retreated.

Yiang picked up a pot of wine at random, tilted his head back, and drank it in big gulps without hesitation.

"Hey, look, our Master Duanmu is drinking alone here?"

Xiao Mufeng's teasing voice suddenly sounded behind Yi Ang.

"What? Didn't you try to show off your charm?" He raised his head without turning back, with a teasing smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Mo Yu, you also think I'm attractive, right?

I knew it, even though you don't usually say it, you must be envious of me because I'm the most handsome man in the capital."

Xiao Mufeng hurriedly walked over with an undisguised look of pride on his face.

"Yes, yes, you are a handsome man. Your Shangshu Xiao is a serious man. How could he raise a son like you?" Yi Ang teased with a smile.

Xiao Mufeng took the opportunity to pick up a pot of wine, tilted his head back and took a big gulp, praising.

"Well, you know what, this wine is really good. What's it called?"

"Tell me to shut up."

"You... Duanmu Moyu, I won't."

The two of them chatted back and forth, drinking and toasting, and before they knew it, it was midnight.

At this time, everyone had dispersed in twos and threes.

I raised my head and looked up, I saw that the bright moon had climbed up to the top of the willow tree.

Afterwards, they each returned to their rooms and slept soundly all night without any dreams.

For several days in a row, I had fun with Xiao Mufeng.

Without the supervision of elders, they drank and had fun at noon and drank and chatted happily in the evening.

Shunzi couldn't help but mutter that he was about to be soaked in a jar of wine.

Counting the days, it’s time to get some news.

Sure enough, this person, without saying anything, was just thinking about this, when he saw Shunzi holding a letter.

"Young master, please drink less. How am I going to explain to my wife when I get back? Here is a letter from you." Shunzi looked worried.

Yiang took the letter from Shunzi and waved his hand casually, "If you don't tell me and I don't tell you, how would my mother know? Just go and have fun!"

"Oh, young master, are you..." Shunzi hesitated and looked at Yiang with hesitation.

Without even looking up, he opened the envelope and said, "Is it something? Huh?"

"Are you still unable to let go of that...?" Shunzi stammered.

Yiang couldn't help but feel a little amused and helpless, "Which eye of yours can't let go of me?"

"So you drink to drown your sorrows every day?" Shunzi muttered.

no……

When did you start drinking to drown your sorrows?

So these days, when Xiao Mufeng sees me drinking, he always comes over to make jokes. Does he think that I am drowning my sorrows in alcohol?

Yiang was a little amused and said, "No, you are overthinking it.

I just think these wines are good.

Besides, you can't drink in broad daylight at home, so this is just a chance to drink as much as you want!"

He waved his hand and said, "Go ahead, go play!

Young Master! But the young master of the Marquisate can't find anything he wants.

You are the most handsome man in the capital, and you are living a carefree life, right?"

Shunzi looked at Yiang hesitantly and asked, "Really? Master, you really can't let go?"

"No, you kid, why don't you listen to the master?"

Yiang pretended to be angry and threw a silver ingot to Shunzi, saying, "You are not allowed to come back until you spend all the money."

Shunzi took the silver, turned around and ran away. "Okay, Master, I'll go then!"

Yi'ang ignored him and waved his hand to tell Shunzi to get out.

When I opened the letter, it was indeed written by Xia Jinshu.

He asked me to go to Huangjue Temple to meet him, claiming that it was a matter of life and death for the Marquis Zhenguo's Mansion.

He even specifically instructed me to burn it after reading it. Ha! He's quite cautious.

The excuse he made was also to make Duanmu Moyu afraid to gamble, and he went there with a nervous mood in case there really was some important news.

The result...ha!

It’s really a good plan. It even blocks the escape route of refusal.

But...

The real Duanmu Moyu will go, but I won’t go.

It's been several days since I left home, it's time to go back.

He casually put the letter into his sleeve and continued drinking as if nothing had happened.

……

"No reply yet?" Xia Jinshu frowned, looking anxious.

Bizhu stepped forward respectfully and whispered, "No, your Majesty."

Xia Jinshu squeezed the handkerchief in her hand.

After so many years of affection and the danger to the family, there is not even a reply letter?

Can't exchange it for seeing each other again? Ha! Men... are really heartless and disloyal.

But if Duanmu Moyu doesn't come, how can he carry out his carefully planned plan?

No, I don’t believe Duanmu Moyu is so heartless and ungrateful.

Xia Jinshu was filled with resentment and resentment.

Wait a little longer, wait a little longer, maybe he is just being held back by something!

But I thought so with a glimmer of hope in my heart.

……

The next day, as soon as Yi Ang and Xiao Mufeng returned to the capital, the emperor received the news.

"You said Duanmu Moyu has returned home?" The emperor frowned slightly, with a puzzled look in his eyes.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"You said Duanmu Moyu just received the letter sent by the imperial concubine yesterday, and returned home today?"

The emperor leaned back in his chair, tapping the handle with his right hand, thinking.

Xia Jinshu was determined to leave the palace even under the pretext of praying for blessings.

Is it just to write a letter to Duanmu Moyu?

No, it's not.

If it is to send a letter, it can be done in the palace.

It must be for a meeting, but why didn’t Duanmu Moyu go to meet him?

There must be some unknown reason or things that are unknown to the public.

"Are you sure Duanmu Moyu didn't reply?" The emperor looked sharply at the person who reported it.

"Your Majesty, to confirm that there is nothing, we have sent people to keep an eye on it.

From the time Duanmu Moyu received the letter until he returned home, he never replied to the Imperial Concubine.

"Oh! There really are no fools in the Duanmu family. Even though he looks like a playboy, he has a very clear mind."

"Continue to monitor the Imperial Concubine's every move." the Emperor ordered.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Ying Yi disappeared after saying this.

Ha! Xia Jinshu, what on earth are you up to?

Are you reluctant to part with the young prince of the Marquisate? Or are you planning to use the Marquisate to form a clique for personal gain?

On the other hand, Yiang returned to the mansion and first paid his respects to his grandfather, parents, and then went back to his own yard to rest.

During dinner in the evening, he asked about the interesting things that happened during his travels and told many of them to his family.

This made my two little nephews extremely envious.

"Uncle, can you take us with you next time you go out?"

Duanmu Xijin, the eldest son of the eldest brother, said with a request.

"Yeah!" Duanmu Xichen also nodded vigorously and looked at Yiang.