Chapter 8 Li Wang's intention

While everyone was in great interest, Xiao Yuanfeng secretly looked at Shen Shiyan and motioned him to go out with him. Shen Shiyan didn't know what to say, but it was not easy to brush away the intention of the glass king, so he had to secretly follow the glass king out of the Yun Ni Hall.

Walking to the dense forest outside the Yun Ni Hall, Xiao Yuanfeng stopped. He looked around to make sure that there was no one, and then looked at Shen Shiyan behind him.

Shen Shiyan also followed Xiao Yuanfeng step by step. Seeing Xiao Yuanfeng looking at him, Shen Shiyan saluted him regularly. Xiao Yuanfeng raised Shen Shiyan's arm and said, "Lord Shen is free of courtesy."

Shen Shiyan quietly took a step back. Now the situation in the court is there. The prince's foundation is stable. Although there is no maternal help, with the support of the emperor and courtiers, and more importantly, the prince's original political achievements are remarkable. As for the Liwang faction, the Wang family has been acting in private. The Wang family and Shen Shiyan have the name of relatives, but he is firmly loyal to the king. Xiao Yuanfeng didn't pay attention to Shen Shiyan's movements, and he kept things in his heart.

"I don't know what's wrong with the prince looking for a subordinate?" Shen Shiyan saw that Xiao Yuanfeng had not been silent, so he simply asked directly. Xiao Yuanfeng seemed to hesitate a little and thought for a moment and said, "I have something to ask Lord Shen how many women there are in the family?"

Shen Shiyan didn't know why Xiao Yuanfeng asked this: "This... Go back to the prince, there are two women in the subordinate family. One is called Shen Sirong, and the other is called Shen Siyi.

Listening to this, Xiao Yuanfeng's eyes lit up: "Then why do you only see one person today?"

"The eldest daughter Shen Sirong felt cold, so she did not attend today. On the table is Shen Siyi, the youngest daughter of a subordinate. Shen Shiyan didn't know what Xiao Yuanfeng's purpose was, and he couldn't hear any clue, so he had to answer honestly.

"Do you feel cold? Does it matter?" Xiao Yuanfeng had determined that the woman he saw that day was Shen Sirong, the daughter of Shen's parents. Hearing the news that she was ill, his voice inadvertently showed tension.

Of course, Shen Shiyan also found it. He looked up at Xiao Yuanfeng, and Xiao Yuanfeng found that he was a little disgemony. Then he casually exchanged a few words and staggered back to the Yunni Hall with Shen Shiyan.

Shortly after they entered the hall, Prince Xiao Yuanqi left and returned to the East Palace. Xiao Yuanqi went straight into the study, invited the servant, closed the door and asked in the room.

After listening to the report of the waiter, Xiao Yuanqi's eyes became playful, but he was a little interested in Shen Sirong.

And Xiao Yuanfeng has been restless since he returned home. He was looking forward to tonight's banquet. Knowing that the official's daughter would also enter the palace, he thought that she should also come. Entering the Yun Ni Hall, there were indeed many delicate women, but she was not alone. A loss suddenly appeared in his heart, which was entangled in his heart, and even he himself was surprised.

Xiao Yuanfeng suspected that she was not Miss Shen? It was not until his father and mother left that he asked Shen Shiyan. When he learned that he had a daughter who had not come to the banquet today, he was sure that it was her. Hearing the news of her illness, Xiao Yuanfeng became worried again. He didn't know why his mood changed so easily with her, but he also felt a sense of satisfaction from this change.

He sat up from ** and put on a thin shirt. The little five-man who was watching the night heard the sound inside and entered the room and asked softly, "Your Majesty?" Xiao Yuanfeng asked him to come in and give him a lamp.

"Your Majesty, when you are ugly, you'd better sleep a little longer." Xiao Wuzi lit the light in the room and persuaded him.

Xiao Yuanfeng was sleepless and always felt something missing in his heart. Xiao Wuzi has followed him since he was a child. How could he not know Xiao Yuanfeng's thoughts?

"Is the prince for Miss Shen?" Xiao Wuzi knew that he had asked a question. After asking, he looked at Xiao Yuanfeng and lowered his head even more.

As soon as Xiao Yuanfeng raised his eyes, he looked at the little five's forehead. He knocked angrily: "Lift it up and lift it up. If you have something to say, I don't see that I'm upset.

"This... slave, I dare not say." The fifth son pretended to hesitate. Xiao Yuanfeng scolded impatiently, "If I ask you to say it, just say it. Hurry up."

With the guarantee, Xiao Wuzi poured a cup of tea with a hippie smile and handed it to Xiao Yuanfeng: "Your Majesty, if you like Miss Shen, you can marry her back. According to Miss Shen's origin, you can be your imperial concubine."

It's a good idea to marry her. Thinking that she would become the person around him, Xiao Yuanfeng's whole body suddenly became warm. It's just that Xiao Yuanfeng knows that if he wants to marry her as the imperial concubine, the mother's concubine will have a hard time. Although he did not participate much in politics, he did not completely understand the plan of the Wang family. Unfortunately, he was not interested in this throne at all, but his mother would not casually let him marry a useless person.

"However, I'm afraid that Miss Shen has been berethed..."

Xiao Wuzi pulled Xiao Yuanfeng back from his thoughts in one sentence. Yes, everything else is later. If the mother doesn't allow it, at worst he will ask his father, but if Shen Sirong has been betrothed, it will be troublesome. In Changli, most women will take two paths when they become adults. One is to set a marriage before choosing the right day to get married; the other is to wait for the general election to enter the palace.

Xiao Yuanfeng was silent for half a moment, but came up with a way.

"You sent this to Shen's house and handed it over to Shen Zhongcheng with your own hands. It is said that I sent it to Miss Shen. I hope she can recover from her well." Xiao Yuanfeng took out a brocade box from the cabinet containing a hundred-year-old ginseng.

Xiao Wuzi followed the brocade box, like holding a hot potato. This hundred-year ginseng was just sent by Empress Shufei not long ago, so can't it be replaced...

"What?" Xiao Yuanfeng looked at the little five unhappily. Xiao Wuzi swallowed what he wanted to say and retreated. He came in again when he arrived at the door.

"Master? Send it now?"

Little Five asked a good question. It's really too late. But Xiao Yuanfeng has his plan, and it's best if she doesn't have a betrothal, so Shen Shiyan will know his intention as soon as the gift is sent; if she gets married, Shen Shiyan, the old fox will also think about what is the best, and naturally someone will worry about him.

"Of course." The master said so, and the slaves had to do so. Xiao Wuzi hurried out of the royal palace and rode to Shen's house.

Sending the little five to deliver something, Xiao Yuanfeng calmed down and lay back ** and gradually fell asleep...

In the middle of the night, Shen Shiyan listened to the report in the bedroom that King Li had sent someone to the house, and he quickly got up. I went to the front hall with my wife Wang. Shen Shiyan really doesn't understand what this glass king is selling.

When I arrived at the front hall, I saw that it was the close-body of King Li, and I didn't dare to neglect it. The fifth son was also polite: "Lord Shen, this is what my prince asked me to send."

Shen Shiyan took the brocade box and opened it. His expression was full of surprise. Naturally, he also knew this ginseng.

"This is..."

"My prince said, please give it to Miss Shen and let her recover." After saying that, Xiao Wuzi left Shen's house, but his arrival disturbed Shen's house.

Shen Siyi was called up by Wang's dispatch, picked up the ginseng on the table and looked at it. Her face was unusually bright, and her little daughter's charm was displayed between her eyes. Wang was also happy to see her daughter being hit by Li Wang, but she didn't understand. Where did the recuperation come from?

"Put it down."

Shen Shiyan said coldly to Shen Siyi. Shen Siyi was slightly stunned, put down the brocade box in his hand, walked to Wang's side, pulled Wang's sleeves and stamped his feet.

Shen Shiyan was different from the seriousness of the past, which made Wang feel strange. She patted Shen Siyi's hand.

"Master?" Wang wants to ask but doesn't know how to speak.

Shen Shiyan didn't say anything. He glanced at Qingmei, the maid standing next to Wang and ordered, "Go and call Miss Sirong here." After Qingmei went out, Wang looked at Shen Shiyan puzzledly and had a strange feeling in his heart. Could it be...

The maid Qingmei came to Xiaoyuan. Shen Sirong had fallen asleep. Only a little girl was taking a nap at the door. Qingmei said heavily. She was awakened and was a little at a loss when she saw someone coming.

The freehand injury had just healed. Shen Sirong saw that she was still young and didn't let her do anything. This night, Chunliu was on duty. He volunteered to change Chunliu to rest, but he fell asleep after a long time.

Qingmei thought to herself that there was really no rules in Miss Sirong's yard: "Master asked Miss Sirong to go to the front hall." After listening, he walked to the door of Shen Sirong's room and knocked twice: "Miss, the master is looking for you."

Shen Sirong's sleep has always been very shallow. She has heard the movement outside for a long time. There is no movement in the comments. I'm afraid that the young lady is still asleep, so she hesitates. Seeing that she stopped shouting, Qingmei pushed her away and was ready to call the door. Her hand had just been raised, but the door opened. Shen Sirong had already dressed. She looked coldly at Qingmei's raised hand: "Let's go." Qingmei looked at her like this and felt a little chill in her heart.

Before he came out of Xiaoyuan, he chased it out.

"Miss, Miss..."

Shen Sirong stopped, and Qingmei stared impatiently with the freehand copy in her hand with a cloak in her hand. Shen Sirong was stared at. Shen Sirong approached her and asked her softly, "What's wrong?"

The freehand is nearly a head shorter than Shen Sirong. She tied the cloak on Shen Sirong's body on tiptoe and told her, "Miss, it's windy at night. Come back early."

Shen Sirong was warm and told her to go back to her room to rest. She didn't have to wait for the door tonight.

Walking on the road, Shen Sirong's heart also turned a lot. She didn't know where Shen Shiyan was acting, and what made her more uneasy was that the people around Wang came to call people. In this way, she is uncertain at the bottom of her heart.

"It's here, Miss Sirong." Qingmei took her into the front hall, but half of her heart fell. Shen Sirong walked in slowly. Shen Shiyan saw her come in, and his eyes flashed.

"I've met my father and mother." Shen Sirong saluted and looked at Shen Shiyan as soon as he raised his eyes.

"Are you feeling better?" Shen Shiyan asked, Shen Sirong was stunned at first, and then remembered his words of today's extort.

"Thank you for your concern. It's much better." Shen Sirong lowered his head and said back.

"Let's all go down." Shen Shiyan sent the maids down. Then he picked up the brocade box on the table and handed it to Shen Sirong. Shen Sirong didn't ask. He took it and opened it, and then gently closed the brocade box.

"Dad, what is this?"

Shen Sirong asked as if it was none of his business.