Shengjing Noble

Chapter 346 Repaying kindness

Su Lanyin was surprised: "Fu Mingchuan?"

Su Shengyan said slowly, "Well, we took the small road and encountered the assassins when we were about to reach Shengjing. They were outnumbered and powerful. Even if A-Mo and the others fought hard, they would be doomed."

"Fortunately, the Seventh Prince's motorcade passed by and spotted us, so he sent his guards to repel the assassins and save us. Not only that, he also took us to his nearby farm to rest."

"After that, it was all thanks to his guards that we returned to Shengjing. But I think the assassin's biggest target should be King Xiaoyao, so it's easier for us to deal with it."

Su Lanyin thought thoughtfully: "It seems that I really need to thank the Seventh Prince."

"The next day after we came back, my mother came to our house in person to present a generous gift to express her gratitude, but the Seventh Prince refused to accept it no matter what, so the gift was never delivered. He said that since he knew you, saving us was just a matter of convenience, so there was no need to thank you."

"It seems that I have to come forward to repay this favor."

Su Lanyin sighed helplessly. It would have been fine if Fu Mingchuan didn't mention her, but he did.

If you still don’t understand the hint, wouldn’t that be stupid?

After all, he is the lifesaver of the whole family, and we should always thank him.

Thinking of this, Su Lanyin said, "Brother, I will go back and rest first. I will go to the Seventh Prince's Mansion to give gifts tomorrow morning."

"Well, you've worked hard on this journey. We'll welcome you tonight."

"it is good."

……

The next day.

Early in the morning, Su Lanyin went to the Seventh Prince's Mansion with generous gifts.

As soon as I arrived at the door, I saw Wentian standing on the steps. He was tall and strong, looked very strong, and gave people a very fierce feeling.

But as soon as he saw Su Lanyin, he smiled and ran down to greet her like a naive child.

"County Lady, you are finally here. My prince has been waiting for you for a long time."

Su Lanyin frowned: "Does your prince know that I will come?"

"Well, he said that you, the county lady, are kind-hearted and grateful. The first thing you will do after returning to Beijing is to visit your family and thank him, so he asked me to wait here early in the morning."

Wentian was very happy and seemed happy to see her.

Su Lanyin smiled perfunctorily, but always felt something was weird in her heart.

Fu Mingchuan is so diligent, I'm afraid his motives are not pure.

It seems that he felt it was hopeless to ask Dr. Xue for help, so he set his sights on himself.

Although she also felt sorry for him, who knew what interests were involved behind the scenes?

In order to protect the Lu family, she would never dare to act rashly.

The poison in Fu Mingchuan's body doesn't look like an ordinary thing.

Moreover, for so many years, the imperial doctors of the Imperial Medical Bureau have refused to tell the truth, which shows that there is someone threatening them behind the scenes.

She had finally regained a new life, but she didn't want to bring disaster upon herself and be dragged into an inexplicable disaster.

While thinking about this, he arrived at Mozhu Garden.

Wentian stopped and said to her respectfully, "County Lady, please come in. I will ask the servants to prepare tea."

"Thank you."

Su Lanyin gave him a gentle smile, and Wentian turned and left, leaving her alone to walk into Mozhu Garden.

Behind the arch is a long stone-paved path with expensive golden bamboo planted on both sides. Looking up, the path leads all the way to an exquisite bamboo house above, which looks very artistic from a distance.

Coupled with the fog surrounding it, it gives the illusion that this is a place where immortals live in seclusion.

Su Lanyin walked up step by step and finally arrived at the door of the bamboo house.

From inside, there were bursts of melodious piano sounds.

The window was blown open by the wind, and the white gauze curtains swayed in the wind. Su Lanyin looked inside through the gap, and a white figure came into view.

There is a platform in the bamboo house, facing the rockery with flowing water not far away.

Fu Mingchuan was sitting cross-legged on the stage, with his back to her, playing the piano with his head down.

Even though it was spring and the weather was warm, he still wore a cloak with a layer of thick fleece.

The crescent-shaped luster looks particularly dazzling under the reflection of the water.

The slender fingertips brushed across the strings, and ethereal and wonderful music poured out, sometimes as gentle and delicate as the spring breeze on your face, and sometimes like the splashes of water falling from a waterfall, stirring and undulating.

From afar, the cloud-white figure, far away from the hustle and bustle of the world, is so pure and unattainable, but it vaguely reveals loneliness and desolation.

It was like an immortal spirit that had fallen from heaven to the mortal world, lost its divine power, and was trapped in the mud, unable to break free.

Su Lanyin raised her foot and stepped forward onto the bamboo steps, making a slight creaking sound.

But this also interrupted the harmonious piano sound.

Feeling a little guilty, she looked down and then up again, and happened to meet Fu Mingchuan's gaze.

Those were a pair of extremely clear eyes, showing her a gentle smile.

"Miss Su."

He said lightly, his voice cold.

Su Lanyin pushed the door open and walked in, bowing to him.

"This subject greets the Seventh Prince."

"There's no need for us to be so formal. Besides, there are no outsiders here."

"I dare not go beyond this."

Su Lanyin abided by the rules and didn't want to have any more interactions with him.

After all, only etiquette can shorten the distance between two people.

For some reason, whenever she thought of her time with Fu Wuyang, she always subconsciously forgot that he was the high and mighty King Xiaoyao.

It seemed like he didn't care about this kind of etiquette.

Perhaps it was the days of training in the martial arts world that made him develop the habit of being free and unrestrained.

I was distracted for a moment, and when I looked up again, Fu Mingchuan had already walked to the tea tray beside me and sat down.

"Please sit down." He said lightly.

Su Lanyin couldn't refuse, so she walked over and sat down.

"Your Majesty, this time I came here to..."

Before she finished speaking, Fu Mingchuan suddenly pushed a cup of warm tea to her.

"Try it, my favorite Xuejingchuan."

This is a famous tea that is a specialty of the north and is worth a thousand gold coins.

It is an extremely rare tea tree taken from the top of a snowy mountain. It is said to be comparable to the Tianshan Snow Lotus.

Su Lanyin had never tasted such good tea, so she naturally wanted to taste the saltiness.

It was just that she was very curious and couldn't help blurting it out.

"Your Highness's place is so elegant, even the tea is so precious, it seems that Your Highness is very rich."

If it were someone else, they would probably think that she was abrupt and had no boundaries, but Fu Mingchuan was not displeased at all. Instead, he raised his lips and smiled softly.

"This prince is in poor health and never asks about the affairs of the court. When I am bored, I will invest in some business. I have saved some money over the years."

Su Lanyin nodded and thought, it's true, a lean camel is bigger than a horse.

Even if he was an unpopular and idle prince, just a pound of tea in his hand could support a large group of people.

"Your Majesty, I know you have no shortage of gold and silver, but I still want to thank you. Mother has prepared some small gifts to thank you for saving my life. Please be sure to accept them."

Fu Mingchuan shook his head: "You should know that this king doesn't need it, so take it."

"How can this be possible? We are truly grateful to His Majesty..."

"how about you?"

"Ok?"

Su Lanyin was stunned and looked at him without quite understanding.

Fu Mingchuan put down the teacup, and stared at her with his pair of cold and clear eyes. His face was as pale as snow, without any expression, but he was so handsome that it made people breathless.

"Are you grateful to the king?"