Chapter 1949 Famous

1949

He could sense that this thief had no killing intent, or even any hostility, and was just lurking and avoiding in the mansion.

Ye Fan pondered, finding him out was meaningless, he might as well see what the thief was going to do.

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

At the same time, seeing Ye Fan walking away, the thief turned into a black shadow that merged with the night, jumped onto the roof of the house, jumped continuously like a cat's feet, and flew away.

However, the thief didn't know that a figure stepping on a flying sword was overlooking him from high in the sky...

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

A smile appeared on the corner of Ye Fan's mouth, like a cat catching a mouse, he just wanted to see what this guy was doing.

After following for a certain distance, a brightly lit and bustling neighborhood appeared in front of him.

On both sides of the river, there are pavilions, terraces and pavilions, singing songs and clusters of flowers.

Those boldly dressed women are attracting customers, and there are also many literati playing and singing there...

"Caiyunfang?" Ye Fan stood in the air, even if he had never been there before, he probably guessed what it was.

All I saw was that the black shadow ran into a small alley quietly, then climbed up the back window of a pavilion, and quickly flashed in.

Ye Fan touched his chin, and after thinking about it for a while, he simply withdrew the flying sword and fell down.

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

"...Ouch, my little ancestor Qing'er! You've come back! The next time you buy cosmetics, just ask the servants to buy them!

After you've been there for so long, the guests downstairs are about to explode, and they're all waiting to hear you sing a little song! "

"Mother Yao, Qing'er is a little tired, can you rest tonight?" The woman's voice was melodious.

On the balcony, Ye Fan couldn't help being stunned...Qing'er?

This thief turned out to be a woman? And...could it be Qinger, Qing'er?

Ye Fan rolled his eyes, no wonder this woman picked the inconspicuous little Marquis before, this woman has a plan for the Zhenbei Marquis Mansion...

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

From the fact that this woman's cultivation was able to hide it from him, one could tell that she was by no means a simple cultivator, and she should have strange skills by her side.

But this is also inevitable, otherwise he would have been seen through long ago, how could he be a nobleman here?

"No! If you don't join the guest of the curtain, that's fine, but you don't even sing a song, so is it living here for nothing?

Don't even think about it, now that Ye Fan is the son-in-law of the eldest princess, how can he still have the guts to come here to see you?

In a few days, it will be the Oiran Contest, you must compete for a good ranking, and then find a son-in-law to buy out the contract!

When you take the oiran, the buyout contract will be greatly increased! When you make a lot of money, you can rest as much as you want!

I am afraid that by that time, you will still be able to marry a nobleman, be a young mistress who has no worries about food and clothing, and enjoys glory and wealth! "

Qing'er said quietly: "Mother Yao, don't talk about this anymore. Even if I marry into a wealthy family, I am a brothel girl and I am just a concubine. How can I have a good life..."

"What's wrong with being a concubine? With your beauty and talent, how many of those wealthy grandmas can compare to you?

If you push them down, who is the big and who is the young, isn't it those elders who have the final say? "Mother Yao said disdainfully.

But Qinger asked again: "Mother Yao, if the young master is still willing to come, it will not be considered a breach of contract. This contract cannot be bought out, right?"

"The rule is such a rule, but... don't think about it! He has the guts to marry the princess and come to Caiyunfang?

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

But Dazheng respects martial arts after all, he may not be able to inherit the title in the future, you have nothing to do with him!

Listen to mom, don't pay attention to that Ye Fan, it's just right if he doesn't come, find someone more worthy of you! "

Saying that, Yao's mother urged Qing'er to hurry down and sing...

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

After a few breaths of time, Ye Fan has returned to Zhenbeihou Mansion.

He came to the yard where Qing'er was lurking before, went in and took a look, and found that it was Ye Huangtu's study.

Although the door was locked, it was obvious that someone had opened it and then locked it, because there was no dust on it.

Ye Fan was wondering what this woman was looking for when he heard the voices of Su Qingxue and Shui Bo from outside.

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

Hearing this, Ye Fan walked out quickly, and saw Uncle Shui supporting Su Qingxue, walking slowly towards the bedroom.

"Xiaoxue! What's the matter?" Ye Fan hurried up, hugged the woman, and found that Su Qingxue's complexion was ugly and her footsteps were weak.

"Husband...you are back, are the preparations for the operation going well?" Su Qingxue asked weakly.

"Never mind the operation, how are you doing?" Ye Fan said distressedly.

Shui Bo at the side sighed: "Young Lord, the princess is worried about your operation this time, and once you return to the mansion, ask the old slave to take her to the Shenen Temple in the city to burn incense and pray.

I also visited three highly respected imperial physicians and asked for their opinions...

As a result, on the way back, the princess might be too tired and dizzy. "

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

"Husband... You may not be able to help if you keep it, but it is also for peace of mind."

Ye Fan took these few things, and then looked at his pale wife, he really didn't know what to say, this woman was so stupid that he was heartbroken.

It could be seen that Su Qingxue's hypotension was caused by her cold body and insufficient Qi and blood. Although it was not a serious problem, it was caused by worrying for him.

Ye Fan picked up the woman, brought her back to the room and lay down, and said softly, "Don't do this in the future, your husband and I do things naturally in my own way, you have to learn to trust me."

Su Qingxue was drowsy, and smiled slightly: "I naturally believe in my husband... But my husband is to save my younger brother, so I also want to do my best..."

"Stop talking, have a good rest..." Ye Fan held the woman's catkin and stood beside her, quietly watching her fall asleep.

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

"Brother! What's the matter with you? Uncle Shui said that you are going to perform an operation on Prince Su Xiao? When did you learn medical skills!?" Ye Wanqing looked anxious and worried.

Ye Fan told his sister to keep her voice down, so as not to disturb Su Qingxue's rest, and dragged her outside.

"I've been studying medicine for a long time, I just haven't told you about it, don't worry, I know it well," Ye Fan said.

Ye Wanqing said anxiously: "Don't let your parents know about this, or your mother will be scared to death..."

"Is that why you have no confidence in me?" Ye Fan smiled wryly and shook his head, "I'm not crazy."

"Yeah, not only are you not crazy now, you're also showing off! 'A bright moon rises above the sea, and the sky is at this moment', this verse is too powerful...

What is the name of this poem? It's crazy to upload it on the cloud, but everyone doesn't know what the title of the poem is," Ye Wanqing asked.

Ye Fan was stunned, "This... how did this poem get passed on? I read it in the palace..."

"Don't you know that the third prince Su He likes to post on the cloud the most? When he posted the poem you sang at the homecoming banquet today, the entire Dazheng literary circle caused a sensation!

Brother, go check out your own cloud account, it has already exceeded 200,000 followers!

Everyone is urging you to tell them quickly, what is the name of this poem..." Ye Wanqing said with a narrow smile.

Ye Fan wiped his face, feeling as if he wanted to cry, but this group of guys don't practice hard, don't seek longevity, what kind of self-media are they playing! ?

He never dreamed that he became famous in the prehistoric world not because of the emperor-level sword intent, but because of his "literary talent"...