Quick Wear: Under the Skirt, All Beings Are Equal

Chapter 166 Young General: It's getting late, and the mountains and rivers are already winter

Shu Yi Jin naturally had no idea of ​​the servant's inner complaints about him. The moment he saw the butler, he revealed a look of both guilt and excitement, which made the old butler's heart skip a beat.

After the old housekeeper asked him to sit down and drink tea, his eyes fell on the servant. The servant followed him out of the room and whispered, "The man was found in Miss Jinghong's yard. He was peeping at Miss Jinghong taking a bath. Miss Jinghong wanted to kill him this time. I thought of your instructions and brought him here first for fear of causing any trouble. All along the way, the young marquis was talking about proposing marriage."

Old housekeeper: "..."

He was not as outrageous as this kid when he was young. No wonder Shu Yijin looked at him with guilt and excitement. It turned out that he had peeked at his "daughter" taking a bath and was happy.

I couldn't help but look back, and sure enough, Shu Yi Jin was sitting there leisurely drinking a sip of tea. His cheerful look made me want to grab some.

The old butler sighed: "Besides that place, has he been anywhere else?"

The servant shook his head and said, "I have been asking along the way, and the young marquis said that he did not know the way around the mansion, and only knew the approximate location of Miss Jinghong's room. He deliberately avoided the servants in the mansion and walked through several courtyards before he found Miss Jinghong's room."

The old butler looked thoughtful and did not dwell on the matter any further. Anyway, His Highness had already ordered that the man must be detained regardless of whether Shu Yijin saw anything or not.

When he went in again, the old housekeeper's face suddenly changed. He looked at Shu Yijin coldly and said angrily, "You little bastard, I treated you as a distinguished guest and provided you with delicious food and drinks, but you actually peeped at my daughter Jinghong bathing and wanted to destroy her innocence."

Shu Yijin put away the nonchalant expression on his face, stood up, clasped his hands together and saluted the old butler, and said with a lack of confidence:

"Uncle, please don't be angry. It was indeed Yi Jin who made the mistake. I just wanted to chat with Miss Jinghong at that time, but I didn't expect to run into Jinghong bathing and changing clothes. Since it has already happened, I will write a letter to my mother someday, asking for Jinghong's hand in marriage with three letters and six gifts."

"What a smooth-talking boy! It's because of you that my daughter is crying and doesn't want to live anymore. Someone, tie him up and throw him into the dungeon first."

Shu Yijin looked at others with horror as they tied him up and struggled desperately, but he knew it was futile and he was just pretending.

When being dragged away, she kept shouting: "Jinghong, I want to see Jinghong, uncle, you must believe me, I really like Jinghong..."

After being thrown into the dungeon, Shu Yijin felt so painful all over that he stood up with a grimace and rubbed his arm. Only then did he realize that his arm had been rubbed by the ground when he was thrown in, and it was now burning with pain.

It is better to be locked up as a pervert than to let the other party know that I was eavesdropping. At least I can still live a little longer and wait for others to rescue me.

But that old guy was bragging without thinking. It was obvious at first glance that Jinghong was a cruel and ruthless person. He even cried and threatened to die, and he was simply trying to trick him into thinking he was a fool.

Shu Yi Jin sorted out his thoughts. The other party was not sure whether he knew something or not, so they could only lock him up. Moreover, his identity was rather special. If these people did not want to cause trouble for the Marquis' Mansion and his grandfather's family, they would most likely not touch him, but would use him as a bargaining chip.

As the sun sets in the west, the leaves in the yard are folded in the wind, and even the few scattered bamboos on the back hill are rustling, until the sunset glow sinks to the horizon and the scenery gradually becomes hazy in the night.

As the night deepened, Chang Qing walked to the window and pushed it open. This garden was arranged by Governor Li. It was said that a local official knew that they were coming to Wancheng and specially gave it up.

Her strong white fingers rested loosely on the window frame carved from peach wood branches. She looked at the branches all over the garden, and then at the direction of Shu Yijin's room, where there was still no light at all.

In the past, Shu Yijin often went out to fool around, either to brothels to look for girls or to gambling houses, but he would always come back at night. This was the first time that he was not seen so late at night.

Chang Qing felt a little uneasy, so he asked other people, and finally learned that Shu Yijin had gone to the Pavilion again. He was silent for a long while, and asked someone to prepare the carriage to go and get the person.

When she arrived at the Pavilion, someone was already waiting there. When they saw her, they bowed respectfully.

"General Xu, my master has been waiting for a long time."

Chang Qing was indifferent and motioned the other party to lead the way. In this dim night, the person in front was holding a lantern, which emitted a little dim light, and he could barely see the road ahead.

"General, don't be surprised. The pavilion is not like other places where you have to light all the lights at night. There is nothing going on around here, and there are few strangers. There are only one or two lights at intervals."

The moonlight tonight was not very bright, but rather grey and hazy. Many of the bright stars in the past were no longer visible. Chang Qing did not speak, but just followed quietly without saying a word. The pavilion was very large, and even through the dim light one could see its extremely low-key luxury.

"General, I can only take you here. Our status does not allow us to go in." The person leading the way suddenly stopped.

Chang Qing nodded, slowly stepped over a tall threshold and walked in. It was also quiet inside, as if there was no life at all like a mass grave. The lonely moon in the sky only seemed even more lonely and cold.

Chang Qing stopped and felt something strange in his heart. He looked at the figure moving far away from him. Even though the two had never met before, he felt as if they had fought several times before.

The two people were looking at each other vaguely across the starlight. The light was too dim. Chang Qing could not see the prince's face clearly and could only guess his height.

She paused for only a few seconds, then walked over very naturally, slowly closing the distance between them. Only after she got closer did the man's facial features gradually appear in the cold night.

How to put it, his eyebrows and eyes are somewhat similar to those of Nangong Qing and Nangong Zhe, and roughly the same outline as the old emperor, but compared to those two, his facial features are more three-dimensional and profound, and his slightly upturned eyes are tenacious, which adds a distinct sense of danger to his whole person.

"Xu Jin Huan."

The prince chuckled and pronounced Xu Jinhuan's name. The three words in his voice always made people feel a little sad. Then he slowly turned around, and his sigh was heard barely perceptible: "You should have guessed my identity, a person who cannot stand the light."