After I was Exiled, I Became a Noble Minister

    Mu Jinyao looked a little flustered, hurriedly lowered her head, and her face was very beautiful.

    The eyes of the brocade-clothed man were slightly dark.

     Mr. Zeng's good-natured explanation, "Our people are full, you might as well travel a little longer..."

    Master Zeng's face turned pale, I didn't expect this group of people to be so arrogant, who are they?

    Mu Wanqing frowned slightly when she saw it in her eyes, "Make two rooms for them."

    "Yes." Master Zeng responded quickly.

    The man's eyes fell on Mu Wanqing, looking up and down.

    Mu Wanqing let him look at it and looked back generously. The young man in his twenties was as gentle as jade, extremely handsome in appearance and extraordinary in bearing.

    The two seemed to be fighting each other, and neither looked away.

    The white-faced man sinks his face, "Two rooms are not enough..."

    Mu Wanqing was a little annoyed, and her intuition told her that this was a big trouble.

    Some things can be avoided.

    "Free up two more middle rooms for them."

    Bai Mian No need to be still dissatisfied, "There are 30 of us, and we need 15 rooms, and now we will vacate them immediately."

    This is too much.

      The king who is worshipped, dare to ask, is it the honored guest?"

    She threw a heavy bomb in a flat tone.

    The white-faced man took a breath, "You... this is a sophistry, our son has a noble status..."

    Mu Wanqing had discovered it long ago, and this trick is very useful, "Everything has rules, the king makes the rules, the others are people who follow the rules, no matter how noble is the same, dare to ask , did I say this wrong?"

    There is no way for a white-faced man to answer this.

    The man in Jinyi stared at her coldly, "You are very talkative and smart, but I don't like it."

    He exudes an icy aura, but Mu Wanqing doesn't want to eat this, and asks strangely.

    "Does it matter whether you like it or not? Do you want to stay? If you stay, pay the room first."

    She booked the inn, and in order to facilitate things, she invited the innkeeper and the second to go home to rest.

    The white-faced beardless man was stunned, "What? Do you have to pay?"

    Mu Wanqing was even more shocked than him, "Do you still want to live for nothing? No? No? We have no relationship, so why should I pay you money?"

    It makes sense, but the group of people on the opposite side are speechless.

    The man in the brocade could not hang on his face, "Reward her one hundred taels."

    The whole audience looked at Mu Wanqing, Mu Wanqing accepted it generously, "Thank you for the reward."

    She smiled and stretched out her right hand, "Where's the house money? It can't be confused."

    A reward is one thing, and a house is another.

    The other party's expression froze.

    Someone couldn't help but chuckle, "Pfft."

    Why do some people want to pretend in front of Miss Mu San? She is the king of pretense.

    The man in the brocade began to release the air-conditioning again, but unfortunately, the colder he was, the brighter Mu Wanqing's smile became.

    The white-faced man sees that his master is starting to be lucky, and secretly screams bad, and asks first, "How much money?"

     Mu Wanqing said without hesitation, "This inn has one or two rooms for one night, half two rooms for one night, and two rooms for two of you, a total of three or two rooms. , please pay in advance, no credit will be given."

    Bai Mian threw out a one-hundred tael silver note without a man on the spot, "Here, take it and find me money."

    Mu Wanqing slowly collected the banknotes. This kind of difficulty is completely pediatric, and she doesn't need to do it herself. "Brother, you go to arrange, move quickly."

    "Good."

    After a while, mu Zicheng came over with a box, "there are ninety-seven taels in it, count them."

    After each move, Mu Wanqing has the upper hand.

    The white face does not need the man to feel the grievances in his heart, when has he suffered such grievances? "I need hot water to eat."

    Mu Wanqing didn't blink, "There will be an additional charge, 5 taels of silver for one meal, 150 taels for 30 people, and free hot water."

    White noodles do not need the man's aggressive questioning, "Five or two? The meals outside are not that expensive."

    Mu Wanqing made a gesture of invitation, "Then please go out to eat."

    She really doesn't care, and it's not worth the money.

    This is just a means of fighting back.

    The man in the brocade suddenly asked in a cold voice, "What if you are not satisfied with the food? Will you refund the money?"

    His subordinates are stunned, is the master crazy? This amount of money is nothing at all, usually several hundred for a meal.

    Mu Wanqing was suddenly unhappy, and put her hands on her hips, "What? Refund? Are you kidding? How about aristocratic style? How about your son's cultivation?"

    The man in Jinyi was deliberately embarrassing her, "You can blackmail..."

    Mu Wanqing jumped three feet high, "Stop, what is extortion? Use threats and deception to defraud property, did I threaten you? Did I deceive you?"

    How come you don't even have common sense with her face, this is really bad and will be despised, "No, I told the price in advance, you have the right to choose to eat or not to eat, I am very disappointed that you are so open-mouthed and accusing others of a false accusation and destroying my reputation.

    She waved her small hand, "Everyone, go back to your room to rest, and be alert at night, there are outsiders."

    "Yes." After a while, everyone disappeared, leaving only the female family members of the Mu family's three bedrooms and three bedrooms.

    Master Zeng looked at them and said, "Drag them away."

    At this moment, Mu Jinyao took advantage of the chaos to pounce on the brocade-clothed man, and the guard beside him immediately drew out his long sword and aimed at her.

    She ran to the ground with a thud, begging, "Please save my family, please."

    The man in brocade looked at her with a light expression, and Mu Wanqing also looked at her expressionlessly.

    Master Zeng has a big head, so he stepped forward and dragged him.

    Mu Jinyao struggled helplessly, pea-sized tears rolled down, pear blossoms brought rain, she was so pitiful, there was a kind of broken beauty that moved people.

    "Jin... Young Master, I beg you, as long as you save my family, I am willing to... serve you as a cow and a horse."

    Jin? or respect? A thought flashed through Mu Wanqing's mind, Could it be that Mu Jinyao knew the man in front of her?

    However, the man's reaction did not seem to be recognition.

    Mu Jinyao's talent is very famous, and she is one of the two sisters in the capital. It stands to reason that the men in the upper circle of the capital know her.

    Even if I haven't seen her, I've heard of her reputation.

    Perhaps, it was Mu Jinyao who knew her in her previous life...

    The man in the brocade finally spoke, "Let go of her."

    As soon as he spoke, one of his subordinates rushed over to attack Lord Zeng's eyes, and Lord Zeng had to let Mu Jinyao go to protect himself.

    The man in brocade slowly walked over, looking down at the beautiful and fragile girl, "Speak."

    Mu Jinyao briefly explained what happened, avoiding the important and trying to excuse herself, "My brothers ran out to find a doctor because they were worried about their father's condition, and Master Zeng wanted them to be escaped exiles. deal with..."

    The man in brocade frowned, "Are you exiles?"

    Mu Jinyao was silent for a while, "...Yes."

    The man in brocade pointed to Mu Wanqing, "He too?"

    Mu Jinyao looked at Mu Wanqing with a complicated expression. Mu Wanqing was very calm, without the slightest panic, she would always live confidently.

    "Yes." When she said this word, she couldn't tell whether it was envy or jealousy.

    The man in the brocade sneered, "How come I never knew that exile prisoners were so comfortable? How can the commander be bad? Can you live in such a good inn?"

    Mu Wanqing spread her hands, and said nothing, "Maybe, maybe you don't know?"

    The man in the brocade:…

    md, an exile is more righteous than him!

    The white-faced man does not need to shout loudly, "Presumptuous."

    "Haha." Mu Wanqing brushed her sleeves and turned away slowly.

    The man in brocade looked at her disappearing figure in disbelief, shouldn't she be afraid to beg for mercy?

    "Who told you to leave?"

    Mu Wanqing tilted her head slightly, "There is only one person in this world who can make me obedient and obedient, and that is the wise and wise emperor, I only listen to his words, dare to ask, this son is better than the emperor Still amazing?"

    The white-faced man's scalp was numb for a while, and he looked at the master subconsciously, this man is poisonous! I can't take every word!

    The man in brocade has never seen such a person, and he keeps using the emperor as a guise, and it is so natural, as if she is the embodiment of truth.

    To make things difficult for her is that she thinks she is better than the emperor, which is really terrible.

    He took a deep breath, in his capacity there is no need to embarrass such a small person, "I don't want to see you."

    Mu Wanqing waved her hand happily, "Hao Le, I just disappeared in front of you, Mr. Zeng, walk with the brothers, they dare not let the prisoners go, because this is the emperor s right."

    Not only can't let go, but you have to guard.

    She doesn't worry about the people in the big house suing, because, after she tried it out, this man is cold-hearted, how could the nobles sympathize with the ants?

    The man in Jinyi is not good. He is bold, eloquent, and his behavior is very evil.

    Mrs. Mu's eyes flashed, "Young Master, how can you let her go like this? She is usually arrogant, she doesn't recognize her six relatives, and even dares to harm her own relatives, we were hurt badly by her... "

    She took the opportunity to smear Mu Wanqing desperately, just to arouse the anger of the other party.

    Who knows, the man in Jinyi asked coldly, "So, a group of you can't fight her? You are older than her."

    Mr. Mu's knee was shot with an arrow, "...We just take care of our family and let her go everywhere. After all, they are all surnamed Mu, and the master has also been a high-ranking official..."

    The men in the brocade clothes have guessed their identities, "Mr.

    When she mentioned this, Mrs. Mu's eyes were full of bitter tears, "My master was killed by her, and his life was better than death, his tendons and tendons were broken, and he became a waste, son, help us ."

    The eyes of the man in brocade shone brightly, and he was eager to recruit. It was very annoying to have such an opponent, but it would be great to have such a subordinate.

    "What's his name?"

    Mrs. Mu gritted her teeth with hatred, "Mu Wanqing, the daughter of the second wife..."

    "What? She's a girl?" The man in Jinyi blurted out in shock, how is this possible?

    Mrs. Mu looked contemptuous, "She usually acts like a man, her heart is higher than the sky, and her stomach is full of bad water."

    The man in brocade clothes refused to believe that he had looked away, and ordered his subordinates, "Go check her."

    On the other side, Mu Wanqing who returned to the room frowned, as if she was troubled by something.

    Master Zeng, who was sitting opposite, was a little flustered, "Miss, what's the matter? Is that person in trouble?"

    Mr. Mu brought two bowls of honey tea, Mu Wanqing took it and took a sip, "You should know a lot about the royal family, right? Tell me."

    Unfortunately, she didn't know anything about these things, and she didn't know anything about the geography of the Daqi Dynasty, otherwise she could infer the identity of the person based on the existing information.

    The only certainty is that white-faced men do not need to be servants, only the royal family and clan can use the servants.

    Master Zeng was even more panicked, could that person be the prince? It stands to reason that it is impossible, the prince cannot leave the capital.

    "There are eight princes in this dynasty, the eldest prince is the oldest, four years older than the prince, the prince is the second, the age of three to five is similar, the sixth prince is only ten years old, the eighth prince Three years old this year..."

    These yamen servants are inferior, but they are very well-informed.

    What's more, this information is open to the public, and people who care about current affairs can get it by asking a little.

    Mu Wanqing tapped on the table, "How old is the prince?"

     "Twenty-five years old, married at seventeen, and married the daughter of Duke Zhennan."

    Mu Wanqing received the information step by step and quickly analyzed, "The age of the eldest son is twenty-eight years old? If this age is suitable, is he a vassal?"

    Master Zeng shook his head slightly, "No, he is very popular with the emperor, and he will stay in the capital when he is old."

    Then cross out the eldest prince from the list, in this way, the possibility of the royal family is zero.

    There is only one possibility left, "How many of the imperial clans outside the domain are twenty-seven or eight-year-old?"

    "There are several, the prince of Wei Wang and several princes, the princes of Zhao Wang, the prince of Jin prince..."

    Mu Wanqing interrupted abruptly, "Wait a minute, Prince Jin? Tell me more about him."

    Master Zeng pondered for a while, and pulled out the relevant memories from his mind, "The prince of Jin entered Beijing to raise him under the emperor's lap since he was a child, and was very valued by the emperor. It is said that he has an embarrassing status in the Jin Wangfu, and the Jin Wangye and his wife prefer the youngest son who grows up by their side, and they want the youngest son to inherit the throne."

    Mu Wanqing's mind quickly turned, analyzing various information, "Which girl did he marry?"

    "Daughter of the dean of Baiyun Academy."

    Mu Wanqing raised her eyebrows, "Is Baiyun Academy very prestigious?"

    Master Zeng was a little surprised, she didn't know Baiyun Academy? Should not be ah. "Yes, it is the most famous academy in the country. Many officials are from Baiyun Academy."

    He was silent, "Do you suspect that he is the heir of the King of Jin?"

    Mu Wanqing tapped on the table, "It's not a suspicion, it's a confirmation."

    Master Zeng gasped, for such a big deal, they were offended and killed.

    Mu Wanqing is not too worried, "Since he doesn't pick on his identity, he thinks he has some scruples, then we pretend not to know, anyway, it's a one-night thing, just avoid it tomorrow."

    "OK."

    But there are some things you can't avoid.

    The gear of fate is turning at this moment, and the enemy of a lifetime will meet like this without warning.

    Many years later, the two men who met in battle recalled the past and had to sigh with emotion, the mystery of fate.

    The author has something to say: you should guess who the prince of Jin is. Thank you to the little angel who voted or irrigated nutrient solution for me during the period of 2022-04-1512:52:27~2022-04-1523:57:03~

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