[Quick Wear] On strike, please don't disturb your ex

Chapter 173 The Maids in the Palace Are on Strike (43)

The next day.

Before Shen Fanli left for Jinling, Wen Honglang came to visit.

Hearing that he was coming, Shen Fanli looked at the Buddhist beads on the table, thought of the previous trip to Xizhao Temple, and let him in.

In the hall, when Wen Honglang came in, he saw some maids and servants packing up their things. There was a carriage waiting at the door. He asked Shen Fanli, "Miss Shen, where are you going?"

Shen Fanli did not hide it and told the truth, "I have something to do in Jinling."

Even if the new emperor came south to look for her, he would not look for Wen Honglang. Even if he did, it would be for official business.

Shen Fanli actually didn't think that Song Liaoye was coming to see her.

He has already married the daughter of the Grand Tutor, who should now be his queen. What identity does he have to use to visit her?

Besides, she faked her death to escape, so he might not find out.

Shen Fanli's movements were very cautious.

If there was a flaw, it was that three of them died in the fire, while the others were not injured.

But he was probably planning his great cause at that time, and might not have even been to that small courtyard.

Wen Honglang was a little surprised to hear that Shen Fanli was going to Jinling, but more disappointed.

The case he was handling had not been solved yet, so he was afraid he could not go to Jinling.

However, if Shen Fanli settled in Suzhou City in the future, Wen Honglang thought that he might be able to apply for a transfer.

Suzhou City is his hometown, and Miss Shen is also there.

He originally came to invite Shen Fanli to listen to the opera, but seeing the situation today, he was afraid that it would not work. Wen Honglang hesitated for a moment, and still asked: "Miss Shen, do you have a lover?"

"Wen has been in love with the girl for a long time, but he never said it out loud. When he heard the news about the girl, he was very depressed. Now we are separated again, and I don't know how long it will take for me to meet the girl again."

"Even if Miss Shen refuses, I still want to say this to avoid leaving many regrets. If Miss Shen doesn't have a lover, can you consider Wen? Wen is not talented, but he is still the Shaoqing of the Dali Temple. If Miss Shen agrees, Wen will definitely welcome you with three letters and six gifts, four betrothal gifts and five golds."

He spoke much faster than usual, and after he finished speaking, he looked at Shen Fanli's reaction, as if as long as Shen Fanli nodded, Wen Honglang would run home and ask someone to propose marriage.

Wen Honglang was very sad when he heard the news of Shen Fanli's death, and he thought that he should tell someone about his feelings at that time.

He didn't expect to meet her in Suzhou City this time.

He had not prepared anything for what he said; he spoke directly from his heart.

When Shen Fanli heard what he said, she frowned slightly and shook her head: "Sir Wen, Fanli has no feelings for you. Sir, please don't say such things in the future, so as not to cause misunderstandings and delay your official career."

......

Wen Honglang didn't hear clearly what Shen Fanli said next. There was a buzzing sound in his head that kept disturbing him.

When he came to his senses, Shen Fanli was no longer in Yunlin Courtyard.

He went to the backyard, untied the rope of a horse, and immediately chased after it.

He didn't know why he wanted to chase after him.

But if he didn't catch up with her this time, it would seem that it would be difficult for him to see her again.

Only a few servants' shouts were left behind, "Master Wen, stop now."

"This is our boss's horse!"

"..."

Shen Fanli was riding in a carriage, and Wen Honglang quickly caught up with her on horseback.

Seeing Shen Fanli's carriage, Wen Honglang slowed down and drove parallel to the carriage.

When Wen Honglang approached, the guard next to him said to Shen Fanli, "Boss, Lord Wen is catching up. Do you want to drive him away?"

Shen Fanli frowned. She didn't know why he chased after her since she had already made it very clear.

Wen Honglang approached the carriage and said beside the carriage:

"Miss Shen, I still want to fight for it. I don't know why Miss Shen is unwilling to accept me. I have some reputation in the capital. My family is not like those ministers and colleagues. I don't have concubines or any bad habits. I don't go to those places of low status..."

Shen Fanli was just about to pull open the curtain of the carriage and let people go back.

She placed her hand on it and heard a commotion outside.

There seemed to be the sound of many horse hooves outside. The leader sighed and stopped beside the carriage.

Shen Fanli heard a familiar voice.

A deep voice sounded.

"Master Wen, why are you here?"

The tone is somewhat cold.

Song Liaoye's sharp eyes swept over Wen Honglang. He really didn't expect to meet Wen Honglang here, and she happened to be in the city as well. His heavy eyes finally fell on the carriage.

In the carriage, Bi'er and Jing'er looked at each other.

Shen Fanli's movements also paused.

She also didn't expect to meet Song Liaoye on the day she set out today.

Judging from the distance he traveled, he should have set off a few days earlier when the news reached Suzhou.

If she had arrived half a day earlier, perhaps she wouldn't have met him.

Wen Honglang saw Prince Qi, no, not His Royal Highness Prince Qi now, but His Majesty.

He was about to dismount and salute when Gao Yu stopped him, who whispered, "Sir Wen, your Majesty is traveling south in private clothes, so there is no need for formalities."

Wen Honglang hesitated for two seconds and shouted, "Mr. Song."

"Wen returned to Suzhou City because of some family matters. He has already asked for leave from his superiors."

After the driver asked if they wanted to continue going, Bier looked at Shen Fanli. Shen Fanli didn't say anything. She lowered her eyes and looked at the thing in her hand. Bier let him go.

The noise in the carriage was so low that Song Liaoye almost didn't hear it.

Song Liaoye stared at the carriage and waved his hand to signal someone to stop it.

Just as the carriage was about to move away, it was forced to stop.

Bi'er and Jing'er in the car were a little flustered. They naturally recognized Song Liaoye's voice. They glanced at Shen Fanli, wanting to ask her what to do.

However, Shen Fanli didn't seem surprised at all, and there was no emotion in her eyes.

She looked down at the Buddhist beads in her hand. Just now, when that person was speaking, the beads in her hand felt a little hot.

Very unusual.

It was always slightly cool before.

A deep voice sounded from outside the carriage, "Master Wen, I wonder who is in the carriage?"

Song Liaoye spoke in a neither fast nor slow voice. He asked Wen Honglang, but his eyes were on the carriage.

Song Liaoye was riding on a horse, and through the curtain of the carriage, his sharp eyes seemed to shine through the carriage directly at the people sitting inside, which was extremely oppressive.

Wen Honglang thought of what happened in the capital before. In order to avoid causing trouble for Shen Fanli, he did not look at the carriage and said, "I am the owner of a cloth shop. I wonder what Mr. Song wants to do?"

Song Liaoye narrowed his eyes and said calmly, "Really?"

He walked closer and knocked on the carriage. "Where are you going, sir? I wonder if you would be so kind as to meet me."

When Song Liaoye stretched out his hand, Wen Honglang was about to stop him, but was blocked by Gao Yu who was quick-eyed and quick-handed.

He whispered in his ear: "Master Wen, are you trying to commit an insubordination?"

For a long time, the surroundings were very quiet and there was no sound in the carriage.

Song Liaoye's heart began to beat faster, could it be that it was really as he thought...

"If you don't say anything, then I'll apologize for being so rude."

After he finished speaking, Song Liaoye pulled the coachman off the carriage.

"Your Majesty, the people inside are..."

Before Wen Honglang could finish his words, Gao Yu covered his mouth with his hand, "Master Wen, don't say any more!"

Song Liaoye quickly got into the carriage.

When he saw the people in the carriage, Song Liaoye was distracted for a moment.

Shen Fanli was wearing a light purple narrow-sleeved skirt today, and a light purple shawl of the same color draped over her body. Her makeup was only slightly modified, her eyes were like lacquer, her lips were red, her skin was snow-white, and her eyelashes were slightly drooping, casting fine shadows on her face.

Her fair little face seemed to be immersed in the bright moonlight, as if flowing with moonlight, shining on Song Liaoye's heart.

He completely ignored Bi'er and Jing'er beside him, and stared at Shen Fanli closely.

The air in the carriage seemed to be frozen, and there was no sound at all.

Song Liaoye's eyes were red, he gritted his teeth and said fiercely, "It's really you! I knew it."

Repeat, "I knew it."

When Shen Fanli's carriage passed by, it was not just because he saw Wen Honglang, but more like a voice from the unknown was telling him to stop.

After seeing Wen Honglang, Song Liaoye became even more certain.

He was eager to see Shen Fanli, otherwise he would not have traveled day and night to Suzhou City, but when he saw Wen Honglang, Song Liaoye hoped that the person in the carriage was not her.

He clenched his hands tightly, as if he was suppressing some emotion.

He turned to look at the two people beside him and ordered, "Get out!"

Perhaps it was because Song Liaoye had been in a high position for a long time, or perhaps it was because Bi'er and Jing'er were always accustomed to Song Liaoye's orders, so they got out of the carriage immediately after he finished speaking.

Before getting off the carriage, Bier was a little worried and took a look inside, but she was blocked by the man's tall figure and could not see Shen Fanli's expression.

Song Liaoye lifted his robe and sat down opposite Shen Fanli.

He stared at the person in front of him without blinking.

It was as if he was afraid that the person would suddenly disappear again.

Song Liaoye stared at Shen Fanli's face motionlessly, his lips pursed, and something seemed to be surging in his dark eyes.

"Why are you hiding from me?"

Song Liaoye was asking about current events. It happened that today, when he came to Suzhou City, Shen Fanli got on a carriage to go somewhere else.

The next second, he sat beside her. Seeing that she was only looking at the things in her hands without even looking at him, Song Liaoye snatched the Buddhist beads from Shen Fanli's hand and threw them casually in the corner of the carriage.

Song Liaoye leaned over and approached Shen Fanli. He gritted his teeth and said beside Shen Fanli's ear: "Why did you fake your death and escape? Why did you leave?"

His warm palm gently stroked Shen Fanli's cheek, "You know how scared I am that it's true."

Shen Fanli's gaze moved from the Buddhist beads thrown casually into the corner to Song Liaoye's face.

She frowned slightly, "Why did you throw my things?"

Song Liaoye was stunned for a moment. This shouldn't have been Shen Fanli's reaction.

When she saw him, she was neither surprised nor panicked or afraid, and she was neither happy nor sad.

Even the first words he said were about this damn Buddhist beads.

Song Liaoye felt depressed for a while and thought to himself that he should throw away the string of Buddhist beads.

But I couldn't get angry at that face.

Song Liaoye held Shen Fanli's hand and said, "That thing is not good. I will give you a hundred or eighty skewers of better ones in the future. You will not be able to see them all."

Her hands were delicate, white, soft and smooth, without any calluses, and it was obvious that they had never done any rough work.

Seeing that someone was touching her hand, Shen Fanli quickly took her hand back.

Before Song Liaoye could react, the soft and warm touch in his hand disappeared.

Shen Fanli straightened her sleeves.

At this moment, a slightly heroic voice sounded from outside.

"Commander Gao, where is my elder brother? What are you doing around this carriage?"

"Is the eldest brother in the carriage?"

After Song Huayao finished speaking, she wanted to go in and take a look.

Just as she was about to move, she was stopped by the guards beside the carriage.

"Princess, please forgive me. You are not allowed to enter without your Majesty's order."

Song Huayao was about to call Song Liaoye to let her in when she heard a humming sound. She turned around and saw a man being held down by two guards with his mouth covered. Song Huayao widened her eyes when she saw this scene.

"This is?"

"Are there any thieves offending?"

Gao Yu didn't know what to say, so he nodded.

"Miss, I will take you to the inn to rest. Your Majesty, the young master has something to take care of."

"..."

After a burst of noise, it was very quiet outside the carriage.

Shen Fanli said to the outside, "I'm not going anymore. I'm going home."

Then Gao Yu called out from outside in a low voice: "Young Master?"

Song Liaoye hummed.

After a while, the coachman was probably released and the carriage started to move back.

"Let him go." Shen Fanli turned to look at him with a calm expression, "Lord Wen has nothing to do with me. I just ran into him by chance a few days ago."

Song Liaoye frowned, but nodded and said, "Gao Yu."

A voice outside responded: "I'm here."

Song Liaoye took a deep breath, exhaled, and gave the order, "Release Lord Wen."

"Yes."

"Are you relieved now?" His eyes were always on Shen Fanli, including when he gave the order just now.

Shen Fanli didn't look at him, nor did he speak.

On the way back, Song Liaoye saw that no one wanted to talk to him. Although he had thousands of words to say to her, he didn't know what to say at this moment.

Swallow those words.

It's definitely not a good time to talk.

He took the man's hand in his palm again.

Shen Fanli couldn't take it back this time.

I just stopped watching it.

The carriage returned to Yunlinyuan.

The two men got off the carriage one after the other.

After Song Liaoye came down, he stretched out his hand, wanting someone to help him get off the carriage.

Unexpectedly, Shen Fanli got off the carriage from the other side.

Song Liaoye withdrew his hand from the air.

At this time, no one dared to look up at the two of them.

Entered the yard.

Shen Fanli looked at the person who had been following him.

She finally turned around and bowed.

"May your majesty be blessed with good health. I wonder what your majesty wants from me?"

As soon as these two words came out, the courtyard fell into silence. Song Liaoye looked at Shen Fanli, "You know?"

Shen Fanli remained silent.

Song Liaoye has a handsome appearance, with sharp features. He smiles most of the time, whether on the battlefield or in the palace.

In the past, he always pretended to be a dandy, incompetent, and playboy. Countless women in the capital fell in love with Prince Qi at first sight, and it was not just talk. When there was no need to pretend anymore, Song Liaoye's true appearance was revealed.

Cold, indifferent, sharp and dangerous.

He just stood there, but his powerful aura was intimidating.

At this moment, he was different from the noble emperor sitting alone on the throne during court sessions. His eyes were soft and warm when he looked at Shen Fanli.

This is the only person he cares about in this world.