Chapter 409 The true face of Qianji Pavilion


    Shang Wuyou walked behind her and asked calmly: "Mom, did Master really collude with King Loulan back then?"


    Xiao Rong''er turned around and handed the fruit in her hand to Shang Wuyou, sighing regretfully: "Of course, it''s a pity that she had a scam with a tiger, harming others and eventually killing herself, and eventually died in the hands of King Loulan."


    Shang Wuyou looked at the fruit in his hand: "Is that true?"


    Xiao Rong''er asked softly: "Why did Chen Long tell you?"


    Shang Wuyou frowned and said, "He said that his father is a traitor, and his father deceived his master and destroyed his ancestors."


    Xiao Rong''er''s eyes were sharp: "Absurd! Your master was killed by your master. Your uncle and uncle saw it with your own eyes, and the elders also saw it. There is no need for parents to lie to you in this kind of thing."


    Shang Wuyou was silent.


    Xiao Rong''er asked with a sad face, "Don''t you believe what your mother said?"


    Shang Wuyou shook his head: "No."


    Xiao Rong''er took his hand and sat down on the stool: "Tell me, what else did Chen Long say to you?"


    Shang Wuyou lowered his head and sighed, "It''s all those that are not good for Qianji Pavilion, I don''t want to mention it anymore."


    Xiao Ronger hurriedly said, "Okay, then I won''t mention it. In short, remember that Qianji Pavilion has not given any regrets, nor has it done anything that hurts the world. We do it right and not afraid of being slandered. But you are already a big deal now. You must understand right and wrong, and you must not be bewitched by others in a few words."


    Shang Wuyou said, "I understand, mom."


    Xiao Ronger paused and asked, "Did you escape by yourself or—"


    Shang Wuyou didn''t say anything.


    Xiao Rong''er patted his hand: "Okay, okay, I won''t ask, Changle is still in Chenlong''s hands. You must be sadder than anyone else. I asked Hong Xiu to take you to your yard to rest first. My mother brought you and Changle''s things from Lingshan, all arranged according to the yard of Lingshan. Do you still like it if you go and have a look?"


    "Um."


    Shang Wuyou is not in a high mood.


    Xiao Rong''er''s eyes moved, and she looked at Tan''er standing in the corridor playing with lantern ears and asked, "That girl is-"


    Shang Wuyou said, "She is the maid I bought on the road, and her name is Tan''er."


    Xiao Rong''er looked at Tan''er up and down: "He is quite young."


    Shang Wuyou said again: "She saved her son''s life."


    Xiao Rong''er smiled and said, "Since that''s the case, let''s stay by your side to serve you, Hongxiu."


    Hongxiu, who had just sent off the embroiderer, stepped into the house: "Young Pavilion Master, your yard is in Tingtao Pavilion, I will take you there."


    The two left the house and headed to Tingtao Pavilion.


    Tan''er followed Shang Wuyou with jumping.


    "Young Master, does the Ni family have braised pork?"


    Hongxiu looked back at Tan''er and looked at Shang Wuyou again.


    Shang Wuyou seemed to have been accustomed to the maid''s scattering, and naturally replied: "Yes, let the kitchen make it for you later."


    Tan''er was so excited that her eyes were green and she held her chin with her fists: "Young master, it''s so right to go home with Ni! Braised pork! Braised pork!"


    Hongxiu''s eyes fell back to Shang Wuyou''s face.


    Seeing that Shang Wuyou didn''t show any impatience, she stopped talking.


    The layout of Tingtao Pavilion is the same as the yard when I was in Lingshan, and the details are not bad at all.


    If it were in the past, Shang Wuyou would have to appreciate and be moved.


    But today, he was very confused and entered his house.


    Hongxiu said, "Young Pavilion Master, I will let the kitchen make some food for you."


    Shang Wuyou sat in front of the bed and said listlessly, "No need."


    Tan''er clenched her fist, and her little arm fluttered behind her, and she reminded her seriously: "Branded pork!"


    Shang Wuyou sighed: "Come on a bowl of braised pork."


    After a pause, he seemed to remember Tan''er''s appetite, "Two bowls."


    Tan''er frowned seriously and made a dissatisfied ummy voice.


    Shang Wuyou sighed: "Five bowls."


    Hongxiu: “…yes.”


    After Hongxiu went out, Tan''er sat down opposite Shang Wuyou, supported her elbows on the table, and looked at him with her chin with both hands: "Young master, you''re going home, why are you unhappy?"


    "Are you happy?"


    "Um!"


    Tan''er nodded without thinking, with a serious expression.


    "Because of braised pork?"


    "Yeah!" Tan''er refocused her head again.


    Shang Wuyou sighed and murmured with self-deprecatingly: "Really, why should I tell you this?"


    Tan''er said, "Talk about it, listen to it."


    Shang Wuyou looked at Tan''er deeply: "Is your father really a disciple of Qianji Pavilion?"


    Tan''er: "Yes."


    Shang Wuyou: "I know she sent you to monitor me."


    Tan''er: "Yes."


    Shang Wuyou: "...Which sentence is true?"


    Tan''er held her arms with her hands and looked at the sky: "Anyway, you can''t tell it, let''s just say it!"


    Shang Wuyou knew that Tan''er was saying that he didn''t understand right or wrong and could not tell the difference between good things.


    He doesn''t want to argue with a little girl.


    Tan''er glanced at him and asked mysteriously, "Do you think something is wrong?"


    "What''s wrong?"


    Shang Wuyou asked in confusion.


    Tan''er looked at the door: "Nihe Changle was captured by the assassin. There was a little nervous atmosphere in Qianji Pavilion. On one person''s face, he smiled brighter than flowers!"


    Shang Wuyou defended: "That''s because my elder sister is getting married."


    Tan''er raised her eyebrows: "Oh."


    Shang Wuyou felt even more confused.


    He said this, but in fact he was told by Tan''er.


    He felt strange when he entered the mansion, but he didn''t realize that something was wrong.


    Tan''er''s words were like a silver needle, piercing a layer of window paper that had long been as thin as a cicada''s wings.


    No, Tan''er was sent by that woman to monitor him, so she would naturally try every means to provoke his relationship with Qianji Pavilion.


    Almost caught her.


    Shang Wuyou took a deep breath and asked slowly, "Tan''er, is your mother good to you?"


    Tan''er said proudly: "Okay, my mother is the most beloved person in the world!"


    Shang Wuyou said again: "Where is your father?"


    Tan''er shook her head: "Uh, you''re in Qianji Pavilion!"


    Shang Wuyou:...If you don''t get this girl.


    Tan''er grimaced at him and stuck out her tongue: "Skip."


    The braised pork is freshly made. When Hongxiu brought the braised pork, Tan''er was already asleep on the small bed.


    "Young Master."


    Hongxiu asked Shang Wuyou to show him.


    Shang Wuyou said, "Let it go first, she will eat when she wakes up."


    "yes."


    Hongxiu gently placed the food box on the table.


    Shang Wuyou looked at Hongxiu: "Where is my eldest sister and second sister? I''ll go see them."


    Hongxiu said with a embarrassed look: "The eldest lady is in the study and learns the rules with the nanny in the palace. Even the wife can''t go and disturb her. The second lady is out."


    Shang Wuyou suddenly felt a sense of loss in his heart.


    He and Changle are not around, and everyone in the family is busy with their own affairs, as if their disappearance has not had much impact on the family.


    "My father-"


    Hongxiu said: "The Pavilion Master is now in charge of the Imperial Heaven Supervision. He has an important position and is busy with official duties. He rarely returns to Qianji Pavilion. But the young Pavilion Master will definitely come back when he returns home today."


    "I understand, you can step down."


    "yes."


    Shang Wuyou looked at the colorful courtyard.


    The people were sweeping and pruning the branches, which was very lively.


    However, he felt a deep loneliness.


    I wrote it until 1:30 in the morning, probably because I was confused. I just opened the background and saw the title "The Real Mask of Qianji Pavilion". (⊙o⊙) It was dark, the mask...mask...