Wen Jiu jumped in shock, and unconsciously lowered his voice the rest of his words. "Third Brother, you will suffer this time."

In any case, according to her memories from her past life, Zhao Jingyi would definitely fall for Xie Xuan sooner or later.

If Xie Xuan could really make the Eldest Princess come out, then Xie Heng's chances of safely escaping would increase greatly.

"Wen Jiu."

Xie Xuan didn't seem to be able to say anything, he merely called out to her in a heavy tone.

Wen Jiu slightly raised his eyes, "Third Brother, I'm here."

Xie Xuan did not say anything else, but ignored death as he entered the Yongle Workshop. Wen Jiu immediately followed inside to gather the old procuress and the rest.

She did this kind of thing with ease. After stuffing in a few words of silver, she changed into the clothes of a follower and went to Eldest Princess Manor with a group of musicians.

Eldest Princess Mansion.

Wen Jiu had seen countless luxurious places in his previous life, but a place like Eldest Princess Palace, where hundreds of flowers bloomed in the winter was truly rare.

Wen Jiu lowered her head and followed the crowd as they walked to the very end. She spent a lot of money and allowed Xie Xuan, who had changed into a white musician robe, to walk at the very front.

The teenager was normally standing with Xie Heng, but today, his hair was tied up with a band, revealing his elegant and cold body without a doubt. With the wind blowing, his clothes fluttered, he was unable to pull Xie Heng away, and was about to reach the Nine Heavens Immortal Realm.

A beauty was a true beauty.

It was no wonder that this person would have such a difficult time in the future.

After passing through many layers of doors, they finally entered the sleeping quarters. Outside, it was snowing. Everything in the world was wrapped in silver, but inside, it was warm and fragrant.

The beautiful twenty-something year old lady was lying on the beauty bed, dressed in light clothes. Beside her were a few handsome male pets who were massaging her legs and back. Beside the bed, there was a man helping her peel grapes.

More than ten musicians and attendants came in and greeted them. Zhao Jingyi did not even raise his head to look at them, the head maid said: "Let's begin."

One of them began to tune in, and the sound of the Flute Flute's zither began to resonate. In a short period of time, the entire pavilion was filled with a gentle and melodious sound.

The entire Dijing City was abuzz with discussions about that young man in the justice court.

Originally, Wen Jiu was a little worried about Xie Xuan, after all, she was not sure if this youth knew any musical instruments or not. She was thinking that with a face like this, it would be best if Third Brother could not be wasted, and directly bewitch Zhao Jingyi.

Then things would be easier.

But he didn't even raise his head.

Even if you were an immortal, it wouldn't be of any use.

Wen Jiu lowered his head and thought deeply. On the soft couch, Zhao Jingyi suddenly knocked over the fruit plate that the male servant was holding, and fragments of the porcelain plates fell to the ground.

Zhao Jingyi said unhappily: "It's the same tune every day, could it be that with such a large Dijing City, you can't even find an interesting tune?"

Everyone kneeled down, "Princess, please calm your anger."

Only Xie Xuan stood amongst the crowd, looking even more outstanding and outstanding.

The color in Wen Jiu's eyes slightly moved. He walked up in a few steps, took the music teacher's lute from the side, strummed it twice, and then, it gradually formed a tune.

The sound of the young man's flute in front of him was as if it was crying and complaining. The sound of the lute was as if there were tens of thousands of men and horses coming from all over the place.

Zhao Jingyi couldn't help but sit up straight. The displeased expression on his face gradually faded and his eyes gradually became watery.

She waved her hand, and the group of people who were kneeling on the ground quietly retreated.

After a while, only Wen Jiu and Zhao Jingyi remained.

Wen Jiu lowered his gaze. His hands were so fast that they were only left with afterimages. Very quickly, he had not touched the lute at all.

With a flick of his finger, the Gold Steel Horse was close by his ear.

Xie Xuan lowered his eyes and caught a glimpse of the girl who was immersed in the process from the corner of his eyes.

She did all this for the sake of her Xie Family.

Or maybe.

It was all for Xie Heng.

The incense completely dispersed, and the song came to an end.

Wen Jiu put down the lute, slowly got up, and softly said to the Eldest Princess whose eyes were already shining with tears: "I've embarrassed myself."

"Come here!"

Zhao Jingyi looked at her, his gaze somewhat frozen.

"Greetings Eldest Princess."

Wen Jiu slowly walked forward. She was dressed in the clothes of a follower, and stood next to Xie Xuan. Regardless of whether it was her figure or temperament, they were all shorter by a level.

"Just now when I was in a trance, I thought I had met an old friend."

Zhao Jingyi stood up, and when he saw Wen Jiu's face, his eyes revealed a look of disappointment, "You're just someone who wants to challenge the Listening Drum? What business do you have with me? "

Although Zhao Jingyi rarely went into the Princess Mansion, what happened to the Dijing? And what kind of person came there for him, he was not the least bit confused.

"I would like to ask the princess to speak a few words of justice for my elder brother."

Wen Jiu did not hide anything in front of this smart guy, he went straight to the point.

"Xie Heng?" Zhao Jingyi walked to the window and looked at the snow falling outside, "So far, there are not many people who want to speak up for him?"

"The princess is different from them."

Zhao Jingyi turned around, "What's the difference?"

Before Wen Jiu could speak, the flute in Xie Xuan's hand turned slightly, and said elegantly, "The princess is only nine years old, and is reciting an incantation. At the age of thirteen, she has roamed the world and married into a Marquis of Clouds. If the princess was a man, how would those people have any chance of survival? "

This was the first time Wen Jiu had spoken so much.

It had to be said that when the Third Brother was paralyzed and was willing to say good words to make people happy, it was pretty good.

Zhao Jingyi's eyes congealed for a moment, then laughed: "If I were a man .. However, I was born to be a woman, and I don't care about the things that are under my control. Moreover, what does Xie Heng's death have to do with me? "

"Yes."

Wen Jiu said: "With the turmoil in my country, I'm afraid that Princess life will not be easy. From simple to easy, from extravagant to thrifty, the Princess didn't want to be suppressed by others, right? "

Zhao Jingyi said: "Can Great Yan be subverted like this without a Xie Heng? "He's just a youngster .."

"Princess shouldn't have seen my eldest brother before, right?"

Wen Jiu interrupted her, "Staying with a bunch of men all day long like you who only serve wine and sell smiles, Princess, do you still remember the appearance of a young hero?"

The expression in Zhao Jingyi's eyes changed slightly, but he did not say anything for a moment.

Wen Jiu lowered his head and said to Zhao Jingyi in a low voice: "Moreover, Princess only needs to speak a few words of justice on behalf of my eldest brother. Then, whatever kind of person Princess likes, Wen Jiu will present it at any time."

"Really?"

Zhao Jingyi's gaze turned, and landed on Xie Xuan's body.

Wen Jiu followed and glanced at it, then said with slightly raised eyes: "Seriously."

The Xie Xuan who didn't know what was going on had an inexplicable feeling that something was wrong ..