The redemption target wants me to attack him [Quick Travel]

Chapter 45 I Want to Be a Princess Today 2

Qi Hanchuan's gaze passed through the obstacles, locked on the young man in the crowd who hurriedly lowered his head, and stayed for a moment in that half of the terrifying side face.
The pavilion owner was stunned when he heard the unexpected answer, and the cold sweat on his head was even more, and he hurriedly asked, "What did Wang Ye do with him?" But when did he collide with Wang Ye? Eleven behind
him said coldly: "Just find it, don't ask more."
"Yes, yes." The pavilion owner wiped his sweat, and was just about to send the people around him to look for it, but he heard the regent at the head whispering: "Found it."
Qi Hanchuan stood up and walked in front of the young man.
In his line of sight this spring, a pair of ink-colored boots appeared, and then a large broad palm, with well-defined fingers and slightly calloused palms facing up, handed to him.
This is a pair of palms of people who practice martial arts.
This spring looked dazed and hesitated for a while, but there were some gentle eyes under the eyes of the pair of cold stars, and the ghost sent his hand up, allowing the other party to pull him up.
The pavilion owner looked back and found that this regent did not seem to have a feud with this spring, but took the initiative to help this spring, and his expression and attitude were much gentler than those towards them, as if he knew each other.
This is more terrible than having a hatred! This spring's limp dangled in front of his eyes, and the owner of the museum only felt dizzy and fell to the ground.
"Wang, Wang Ye." After this spring stood up and came back to his senses, the hand that had taken it was very stiff.
Qi Hanchuan pulled the person up and let go of his hand, and his slightly cool gaze swept over the pavilion owner on the ground, making his scalp numb.
The owner remembered what he had done to this spring, sweating like rain, and hurriedly kowtowing and begging for mercy: "Wang Ye spare his life!" I don't know that I know this noble man of yours this spring, he scratched his face—" "
Eleven." Qi Hanchuan interrupted him, and waited for Eleven to neatly plug the mouth of the pavilion owner for people to take away, before he looked at the terrified people again and spoke: "Remember, there has never been a person named this spring in this museum.
"Wang Ye said yes!" Everyone in the museum agreed and said in unison.
......
The regent who liked beauty went to visit the Nanfeng Pavilion the first day he came to Xizhou City, and did not see the first card, but punished the pavilion owner, and the story of taking away an unknown beauty spread throughout Xizhou City in a moment.
There were many speculations, only the regent's favored concubines and people eloped to Jiangnan, and the rumors that the regent had arrested people were the most, and they were very loud.
At this moment, Qi Hanchuan was sitting in the study, listening to the rumors that Eleven who had returned from the disposal hall owner told him.
"Wang Ye, it must be that someone in the pavilion didn't take care of his mouth that day, do you want it?" Eleven made a gesture of wiping his neck.
"Can the name features flow out this spring?" Qi Hanchuan looked at the letter from the capital, and got a negative answer after Eleven's hesitation, and said lightly: "No, there is no need to worry about it."
After reading the old emperor in his hand, Ming Li asked him if he could adapt in Xizhou City, but in fact, he secretly urged him to quickly find the letter from the prince returning to the palace, put it in an oil lamp and burn it, and the tongue of fire quickly ignited, devouring the entire secret letter.
Qi Hanchuan ordered: "In a few days, I will write back to inform the capital that there are not many clues to find the prince, and it will take some time." Eleven
nodded, and had expected Wang Ye's delay in finding the prince: "The matter of finding the prince belongs to the fact that Wang Ye can find more beauties in Jiangnan."
Qi Hanchuan's meal reminded him that everyone knows that the original owner's preference for beauty is well known, although it is only used as a pet for fun, but it cannot change his taste overnight.
Qi Hanchuan asked, "What did the doctor say over there?"
Eleven knew that Wang Ye was referring to this spring that had just been brought back, and shook his head and said: "The legs and feet can be healed, but the injuries on the face are too deep, and the person who did it is too ruthless, it depends on the subsequent recovery."
Qi Hanchuan's eyes were pensive, and Xu Yu said: "Use the best medicine, and tomorrow I will invite a few masters who teach poetry and etiquette."
Eleven never questioned his master's orders, and even if he was in doubt, he still bowed his head and respectfully answered.
After the others retreated, Qi Hanchuan sat for a while, bought a healing potion in the system mall, got up and left the study.
The night outside the house was deep, and Qi Hanchuan stopped the servant carrying the lantern from following, and walked all the way towards the courtyard this spring.
This house is Zhizhou heard that the regent came to the south to tour, specially placed, Zhu Ling Biwa, the pavilion is gorgeous, and the peach blossom trees in full bloom are interspersed with each other, which can be called a step by step scene.
The courtyard where he lived this spring is some distance from his main courtyard, located in the purest Nanyuan.
When Qi Hanchuan walked to Nanyuan, the housekeeper arranged by Zhizhou happened to come out of the main hall, and when he saw him, he was stunned and saluted him.
Qi Hanchuan walked into the main hall, and this spring was really inside, holding a book in his hand, a veil on the table, sitting dumbly, seeing him come in, the book in his hand was suddenly like a hot potato, as if he wanted to hide, and the tips of his ears were red and dripping blood.
"Wang Ye." This spring clutched the book tightly, finished the salute, and looked at Qi Hanchuan's eyes with confusion.
Qi Hanchuan couldn't help but fix on the book in his hand and asked, "What are you looking at?"
He remembers that this spring seemed illiterate.
"Nothing." This spring stiffly put away the book, slightly uncomfortable, and asked tentatively: "Wang Ye... Why bring me back? The first time the
regent went to Jiangnan, he was sure they had never seen him before, why could he say his name at that time? ...... I'm afraid I came to him specifically.
Qi Hanchuan raised his hand slightly, and the maids waiting in the room retreated one after another, and the doors and windows were also closed.
Remembering the butler's words, this spring tightened his fingers and quietly took a step back vigilantly.
"There's my own reason."
Qi Hanchuan did not tell the truth, the span from miscellaneous servants to the identity of the prince is too large, he doesn't understand anything this spring, he needs to be guided step by step, and it's never too late to talk about it when he grows up.
He strolled to the table, poured half a cup of tea with his back to Jinchun, poured the healing potion into it and mixed, and then handed it to Jinchun: "I will take you back to Beijing in a few months, and then you will know that tomorrow there will be several masters who will teach you the book of liturgy and poetry and study it attentively."
This spring stared at the tea for a long time, and then looked at Qi Hanchuan.
Qi Hanchuan raised his eyebrows and looked at him: "I don't know if my mouth is dry?" This
spring, I found that my lips were extremely dry, but today there are ups and downs, my heart is up and down, and I have countless thoughts, how can I still have the mind to drink water?
Knowing that people in the eaves could not refuse, this spring gritted his teeth, took the tea and drank it, if this tea is really ...
Determination flashed in his eyes, even if he died, he would not let people play at will.
The tea is sweet, and the throat is moist after drinking, without the slightest feeling of dry mouth.
It's ordinary water.
This spring breathed a sigh of relief, and there was a hint of misunderstanding of people's hearts.
Qi Hanchuan looked at him thoughtfully, glanced at the books put up and the veil on the table, and asked, "But what did the butler say?"
This spring opened his mouth and closed it awkwardly: "... No. The
housekeeper said a lot, saying that Wang Ye loved beauty, maybe he liked his figure and eyes to bring him back, and specially came to send a beautiful veil that could cover half of his face, and a fire protection map.
In fact, he doesn't need to look at that picture, what tricks have he not seen in the museum over the years? Not to mention that it has been cultivated as a top card for several years, and it has long been familiar with it.
But the thought of these being used on this extremely powerful Wang Ye inexplicably made people blush.
He knew the name of the regent's affair, but when he first saw it, he didn't think that Wang Ye was the person who was rumored, and Xu was a rumor.
Now this spring, Wang Ye is definitely not that kind of person, he has wronged people, and he doesn't want these things to stain Wang Ye's ears anymore.
This spring put the tea cup on the table and saluted again in shame: "Thank you Wang Ye."
Qi Hanchuan bowed: "You rest more."
He turned to leave and took the book on the table.
When the others walked away, this spring slowly relieved, slapped his hot cheeks, and whispered: "Why did Wang Ye ask someone to teach me?"
"It's weird." Wang Ye said that, making it clear that he would only tell him when he returned to Beijing that he had nothing, so that the people of Jin Venerable and Yu would not come to tease and play him with a handyman, should ... It shouldn't hurt him, what the hell is going on?
Jinchun shook his head and shook out the things he couldn't understand, anyway, now that he is out of the sea of suffering, it will never be worse than in the Nanfeng Pavilion.

"Huh?" Honchun blinked, quickly stepped forward and carefully rummaged through the tables, chairs, and floor, and his heart jumped after making sure that the book placed here had disappeared.
Subconsciously look out the door.
......
The next day, Qi Hanchuan practiced his words in the study.
Although he has the memory of the original owner, but the words are like his people, everyone's words are different, his words are calm and restrained, but the original owner is very sharp, before returning to the capital, he needs to practice the same as the original owner.
Outside the window, there is a crisp birdsong, followed by the faint sound of music wafting from nowhere.
Qi Hanchuan put down his pen and walked out of the study.
Eleven was sent by him to find clues to the prince, and today it was the guard Thirteen who was on duty.
Thirteen saw Qi Hanchuan come out, and after saluting, he said: "Wang Ye, it is the master over there in Nanyuan who is teaching.
"Go check it out."
Qi Hanchuan walked to Nanyuan unhurriedly, before entering the door, the next moment the magic sound pierced his ears, and the sharp voice made people listen to the toothache.
He paused in his steps.
When I stepped in again, I saw a beautiful picture of a piano under a tree.
Sitting under the peach blossom tree this spring, wearing a white brocade robe, covered with a light cyan gauze robe, beautiful eyebrows lowered, long hair covered with jade hairpins, draped in front of him, like water blue silk hanging down, covering half of his face, he was a gentle and gentle noble prince like jade.
The pair of slim hands plucked the strings, and the music played made the master on the side frown, and he couldn't wait to block his ears.
"Wang Ye Wan'an." Seeing Qi Hanchuan, the people in the courtyard instantly knelt on the ground.
"Wang Ye?" This spring looked at the people under the arch in surprise, stopped stroking the qin, and was about to salute, but was picked up by Qi Hanchuan.
"How's you learning? Hardy? Remembering
the book that was somehow lost last night, this spring's face turned red, and then he was worried in his heart, and shook his head a little nervously.
Qi Hanchuan bowed his head and went to see a few masters.
The four masters looked at each other for a while, and one of them stepped forward and replied thoughtfully: "Xiaojin Gongzi is very talented in the three paths of rites, poetry, and books, and he does not forget it, and he has achieved great results in just half a day, and he is a coke..."
The master glanced at this spring, held it for a long time, and spit out a sentence: "Fair."
The other masters hid their faces.
Which is fair, it's just unbearable!
This spring, Zhao Yan, in the Nanfeng Pavilion for several years, the owner of the pavilion only taught him a little poetry and song when he was trained to ensure that he could understand what the dignitaries said, but in the music of the way, he could only sing songs, and he still sang glamorous and glamorous songs.
But in front of Wang Ye, this is blasphemy and must not be said.
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