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It can be noticed that this thief has no murderous intention or even no hostility, and is simply lurking in the mansion and hiding.

Ye Fan thought about it and pulled him out, it was meaningless. It would be better to see what the thief was going to do.

While thinking, Ye Fan had walked back to his yard naturally.

At the same time, the thief saw Ye Fan walking away and turned into a black shadow that blended with the night, jumping onto the roof of the house, like a cat's foot silently jumping continuously, flying away.

However, the thief did not know that a figure with a flying sword was looking down at him in the high air...

Stepping on the flying sword and keeping a distance, only Ye Fan could track the thief, but the latter could not find Ye Fan at all.

A smile appeared on Fan's lips, like a cat and a mouse, and he wanted to see what this guy was doing.

After following for a while, a brightly lit and bustling neighborhood appeared in front of me.

On both sides of the river, pavilions, towers, singing and singing flowers.

Those women in bold dresses are attracting customers, and there are also many literati and scholars who play and sing and recite there..."

Caiyunfang?" Ye Fan stood in the air, even though he had never been there, he probably guessed where this was.

I saw that the black shadow quietly rushed into an alley, then climbed up the window behind a pavilion, and flashed quickly. Ye

Fan touched his chin, and after thinking for a while, he simply removed the flying sword and landed.

When he arrived in the alley, Ye Fan confirmed that there was no one around, he jumped to the corner of the balcony on the second floor, leaning against the wall, intending to listen to the movement inside... "

...Oh, my Qing'er's little ancestor! You are back! Next time you buy cosmetics and let the servants buy them! You

After so long, the guests downstairs were almost infuriated, and they were still waiting to listen to you sing a song!"

Mother Yao, Qing'er is a little tired. Can you rest tonight?" The woman's voice was gentle and charming. Yang

On the stage, Ye Fan couldn't help but be stunned... Qing'er?

This thief turned out to be a woman? And...is it just a Qing Gongren, Qing'er?

Ye Fan's eyes rolled, no wonder this woman picked the inconspicuous little marquis before. She felt that this woman had some intentions for Zhenbei Marquis Mansion...

I don't know what the specific picture is, and what the identity of this woman is also very suspicious...

This woman can hide her cultivation from him and she can realize that she is definitely not a simple practitioner, she should have a unique skill.

This is inevitable. Otherwise, if someone had seen through it, how could he be a polite prostitute here?

"No! It would be fine if you don't join Mu Zhibin, but if you don't even sing songs, wouldn't you eat and live here for free?

You don’t think about it. Now that Ye Fan has become the eldest princess’s son-in-law, can he still have the courage to come here to see you?

In a few days, it will be the Courtesan Competition. You must compete for a good ranking and then find a young master to buy out the contract!

When you get the courtesan, you will have to increase your investment by buying out the contract! When you make a lot of money, you can rest whatever you want!

I'm afraid that by then, you can still marry a noble master and be a young grandmother who has no worries about food and clothing and enjoys wealth and prosperity!"

Qing'er said quietly: "Mom Yao, don't say this. Even if I marry into a wealthy family, I am a brothel girl, but I am just a concubine. How can I have any good life..."

What's wrong with being a concubine? With your appearance and talent, how many wealthy grandmothers can compare to you?

If you suppress them, who is the big and who is the small, is it that those big masters have the final say?" Yao's mother said disdainfully.

But the elder asked again: "Mom Yao, if the little marquis is willing to come over, it will not be considered a breach of contract. This contract cannot be bought out, right?"

"The rules are such rules, but... don't think about it! He has the courage to marry a princess and still comes to Caiyunfang?

Besides, what's good about Ye Fan? Although his poems have resounded throughout the imperial city in the past two days, everyone praised it...

But after all, Dazheng respects martial arts as his honor, and he may not be able to inherit the title in the future. There is no benefit for you to be with him!

Listen to your mother, don’t pay attention to Ye Fan. It’s just right that he won’t come. I’ll find you someone who deserves you more!”

Then, Yao's mother urged Qing'er to go down and sing the song quickly...

Ye Fan listened outside, and until he noticed that the woman had gone downstairs, he got up and jumped up and flew into the air.

After resting, Ye Fan had returned to Zhenbei Hou Mansion.

I came to the yard where Qing'er lurked before, went in and looked at it, and found that this was Ye Huangtu's study.

Although the door was locked, it was obviously opened and locked because there was no dust on it.

Fan was wondering what this woman was looking for here, but she heard the voices of Su Qingxue and Shui Bo from outside.

"Princess, I just said that you are too tired like this, hurry up! Go and have a good rest."

When Ye Fan heard this, he hurriedly walked out quickly. Seeing that Shui Bo was supporting Su Qingxue, he slowly walked towards the bedroom."

Xiaoxue! What's wrong?" Ye Fan hurried up and hugged the woman. He found that Su Qingxue looked ugly and her steps were weak.

"Husband...you're back, are the surgery still going well?" Su Qingxue asked weakly.

"Stop the surgery, how are you?" Ye Fan said with pain.

Shui Bo next to him sighed: "Little Marquis, the princess is worried that you will have an accident in this operation. As soon as you return home, you will ask the old slave to take her to Shen'en Temple in the city to burn incense and pray.

I visited three respected imperial physicians and asked them to give me some advice...

If she was on the way back, the princess might be too tired and dizzy."

Su Qingxue took out a small golden blessing bag from her arms, and three small notes and handed it to Ye Fan."

Husband... You may not be able to help me with it, but I also want to be at ease."

Ye Fan took these things and looked at his pale wife. He really didn't know what to say. This woman was so stupid that she was so stupid that she felt like a knife.

It turns out that Su Qingxue was due to cold body and insufficient qi and blood, which caused him to hypotension. Although it was not serious, it was because of his concern.

Ye Fan picked up the woman, took her back to the room and lay down, and said in a gentle voice: "Don't do this in the future. My husband, I will naturally have my own sensibility in doing things. You must learn to trust me." Su

Qingxue was drowsy and smiled and said, "I naturally believe in my husband... But my husband is to save my younger brother, and I want to be fine..."

Stop talking, have a good rest..." Ye Fan held the woman's tenderness and stayed by her side, watching her fall asleep quietly.

After Su Qingxue fell asleep, not long after, Ye Wanqing also came back from outside.

"Brother! What's wrong with you? I heard from Shui Bo, you want to perform surgery on Prince Su Xiao? When did you learn medical skills??" Ye Wanqing looked anxious and worried.

Ye Fan asked his sister to whisper, don't disturb Su Qingxue's rest, and pulled her outside."

I have been studying medicine for a long time and haven't told you. Don't worry, I know it in my heart," said Ye Fan.

Wan Qing said anxiously: "You can't let your parents know about this, otherwise you might be scared to death..."

"You are so unconfident in me?" Ye Fan shook his head with a wry smile, "I'm not crazy again."

Yes, you are not only not crazy now, but also show off! ‘The bright moon is born on the sea, and the world is sharing this time’. This poem is so amazing…

What is the name of the poem? It's all uploaded on the clouds, but no one knows what the name of the poem is," Ye Wanqing asked.

Fan was stunned, "How did this...this poem be passed on? I read it in the palace..."

Don’t you know that the third prince Su He likes to post the clouds the most? He posted the poem you recited at the banquet today, and the entire literary world of Dazheng was sensation!

Brother, go and check out your own cloud account, it has exceeded 200,000 fans!

Everyone is urging you to tell them quickly, what is the name of this poem..." Ye Wanqing smiled sly.

Fan wiped his face and felt like he was crying but not crying. These guys didn’t practice well and didn’t seek immortality. What kind of self-media are you playing?

He never dreamed that he became famous in the prehistoric world not because of the imperial sword intent, but because of his "literary talent"...
Chapter completed!