Meng Shiqi seemed to hear the great joy, and even used light skills. He jumped to Rong Su like he was flying and hugged his shoulder: "Hurry up, which noble girl is it? During these days when I was not in Chang'an, I haven't heard anyone say that you have any interaction with whose daughter you have."

He started the guessing mode, but was surprised to find that the old monk Rongsu's style was the most frequent trip to the county prince's mansion, and where can I go to see noble girls from aristocratic families?

"Don't you fall in love with our little six?" Meng Shiqi punched him with a bang, "The rabbit doesn't eat grass by the nest!"

Rong Su let out a cry of pain and the wound on his shoulder burst.

"Who hurt you?" Meng Shiqi put away his smile and looked solemn.

Rong Su waved his hand and told him not to speak out.

Meng Shiqi frowned, but after looking around, he took Rong Su into the room and medicine first.

"Jiang Yi still has this ability?" Meng Shiqi took out the medicine box, and it was not difficult to guess.

"I underestimated the enemy." Rong Su said.

Meng Shiqi untied the bandage on his wound and tied it up again: "Don't get wet, recover as soon as possible, otherwise you will lose the blame."

"Yes." Rong Su put on his clothes.

"You haven't said which noble girl is from."

"Not a noble girl." Rong Su shook his head and sat back in front of Meng Shiqi, but found that the other party's face froze and stared at him vigilantly: "I have long discovered that you, the old monk, are not interested in women. Do you think you like young master?"

Meng Shiqi hid three meters away.

Rong Su smiled: "It seems you are in a good mood."

"I'm in a good mood when the iron tree blooms?" Meng Shiqi put away the medicine box and sat back, without making fun of him, and said, "Tell me, what are you going to do with me."

"I fell in love with a girl, but I was wearing your mask and didn't recognize each other."

"Which of the three thieves is it? The masked one, I heard that Kung Fu is good."

Rong Su nodded, and under Meng Shiqi's exploring gaze, he stood up: "It won't take you long. I plan to meet her as soon as possible. Then, when we meet in our true form, she will no longer have to wander and suffer."

Meng Shiqi frowned: "Wandering and suffering? That's why I'm really not a noble lady in Chang'an."

"I have tried it many times. My accent is from Yanjing and my kung fu is mixed. I should have just wandered to Chang'an." Rong Su said.

It was not that he had refused Tingyun's intentions. The fateful goodbye when he parted for the first time was his rejection, and he thought he would never see him again.

Who knew that they were destined to be.

Since he is destined to be, Rong Su thinks he can give it a try.

However, this secret can only be shared with Meng Shiqi for the time being.

"Have you really thought about it? With your current power, it will never be bad if you don't say you inherit the throne in the future. If you marry a rural woman, it is not helpful to the court or the house, not to mention your father, even the prince may object." Meng Shiqi said.

As a friend, he knew very well how difficult it was for Rongsu to be today. It would be really not worth giving up all this for a woman.

Rong Su was silent for a moment: "It was not worth it before, but now, I think it is worth it." His eyes were clear.

What's more, it is not necessarily as difficult as he said about marrying Tingyun.

One day, if he is powerful, he will definitely be afraid. Not to mention the prince, even his elder brother Yung Wing will not allow him to marry the noble daughter of Chang'an.

So a woman like Tingyun, who has an ordinary background and even has a little unclean identity, can become a "weak rib" for him.

Yung Wing would be happy to see him marry an amateur.

As for the prince, he would also find a way.

Rong Su turned around for thousands of years, and Meng Shiqi covered his cheeks and narrowed his eyes and moaned: "Yo Yo is so sour, don't you want to resign and write the scripts that Xiao Liuai reads."

Rong Su punched him angrily: "I am the only favorite minister in front of the prince. If you want to kick me away, there is no way."

The two looked at each other and laughed.

"Interesting and interesting," Meng Shiqi heard Rong Su say something and couldn't help but sigh: "I really want to meet this girl Tingyun."

"It's useless to think about it. She only likes me." Rong Su couldn't help but be proud.

love at first sight.

This word he used to think was a joke, but now it looks so wonderful.

"Bah!" Meng Shiqi couldn't help but feel sour, "Let's marry me first."

Rong Su was full of confidence: "Let's wait and see, I'll let you meet your sister-in-law in a few days."

"Brother and sister." Meng Shiqi corrected.

Before Rong Su could speak, someone knocked on the door and reported: "Second Master, the prince is here."

Meng Shiqi looked at Rong Su: "Look for you?"

Rong Su shook his head: "The prince just sent Chu Ying to me today and ordered a secret mission that only his confidant ministers could complete." Meng Shiqi almost punched him again, and Rong Su smiled and said, "It should be a visit to the old general, but the most important thing may be... a mask."

Meng Shiqi snorted: "You really know how to find trouble for me."

Rong Su patted his shoulder: "Good brother, the remaining few volumes of the "Zhengyin Four-Code" will be included in me."

Meng Shiqi's face looked better and waved his hand to chase the person: "Get out, get out, go find your Tingyun."

Rong Su's smile is gentle and gentle.

Qin Shao didn't know that Rong Su was about to say goodbye, but she was just busy with how to meet Meng Shiqi "inadvertently". Meng Shiqi came to the front hall to take the initiative to visit her.

After a greeting, the old general Meng took the initiative to ask Meng Shiqi to sit with the prince.

The future of the Meng family is destined to be handed over to Meng Shiqi, so the old general also intends to let Meng Shiqi communicate with Qin Shaoduoduo.

So, Qin Shao not only met Meng Shiqi as he wished, but also got the opportunity to be alone.

The little joy in her heart was almost overwhelmed by her head.

"I heard that... Major General is the master of Chang'an's seven-stringed lyre. Shao Ke is lucky enough to play a song with the Major General?"

Qin Shao took out his jade flute.

Being able to play with Mr. She has always been her wish.

Now she is determined to show up with her husband when she meets next time. Then the husband knows that as a woman, her mentality will definitely be different from before.

So Qin Shao thought that being able to play with her husband when he was completely unaware of it would be considered her dream in her previous life.

But this wish is a bit abrupt for Meng Shiqi.

He and Rong Su both guessed that the prince came because of the mask of a flowery face. How could he think that she came here specifically to play a song for the ensemble?

"I dare not refuse," Meng Shiqi replied, ordering the boy to bring the piano.

His slender fingers brushed across the strings of the piano, and Qin Shaoyuxiao turned and placed it on his lips.

Meng Shiqi looked at her again and didn't know what the prince was trying to do, which made him a little absent-minded.

Especially Qin Shao's eyes are so complicated from time to time, as if there is a fire wrapped in ice, and the autumn waves are hidden deep in his eyes, revealing only a few profound touches that Meng Shiqi cannot understand.

Qin Shao's flute sounded first, rising high and moving forward gracefully.

Meng Shiqi's eyes lit up, and he followed the piano.

He heard a melody he had never heard before, but Qin Shao was extremely skilled in playing it. He had an outstanding piano skills, but he had never heard of this song but could be closed, and it was amazing everywhere.

Qin Shao smiled on his lips, and the melody was like the wind blowing through the grassland. The sound of the piano in Mengshi was entangled with it, sometimes it became a piece of it, sometimes it blended, through the forest and through the leaves, chasing the lodge outside the side door.

"It sounds so good," Dacheng couldn't help but sigh, "This song is not irritating at all, it's a hundred times better than Shibafang's."

Rong Su glared at him: "I'm so bold, I dare to compare the prince with the girls of Shibafang."

Dacheng stuck out his tongue and muttered in a low voice: "You can't understand..."

Rong Su slapped him in the back of the head, opened his mouth but didn't know where to refute it, and only cursed: "Stop talking nonsense, have you done the thing?"

Dacheng shrank his neck and touched the back of his head: "Don't worry, if you have two kung choreographed, the flag will be replaced with blue."

"Where is my faith?" Rong Su was concerned.

Dacheng rolled his eyes: "You are so naughty now."

Rong Su: "..."
Chapter completed!