On their wedding night, she burned down the Prince Regent's palace.

Chapter 67 Swagger
Unexpectedly, Ye Zhiyu's eyes lit up after hearing this.

Good guy, I brought a powerful bodyguard out this time, so I finally don’t have to be beaten passively!

Ye Zhiyu excitedly explored his spiritual perception, but was poured cold water on reality.

Why is there only one person from the other side? It was the battle last time!Couldn't the other party's vitality have been exhausted by Feng Wuming before?

Waving his hand half-heartedly, Ye Zhiyu whispered a few words to Rong'er, then turned to say goodbye to Ye Yushi.

Regardless of the other party's obstruction, Ye Zhiyu got off the carriage and bought some Huoshao from the stall. While eating, he calmly entered a nearby alley.

Rong'er was already waiting there, and Ye Zhiyu saw that she was holding an ordinary man's collar in her hand, so he stepped forward and took a closer look.

Without finding any information about this person in his mind, Ye Zhiyu heard the man yelling before he could speak.

"What are you trying to do! I... I'm just a good man who doesn't fight with women. If you dare to act again, I won't be polite!"

Ye Zhiyu gave him a look, and Rong'er let go.

The man rubbed the back of his neck that was pinched just now, and wanted to run away, but was also afraid of being caught by Rong'er again, and his eyes kept wandering between the two of them.

Ye Zhiyu smiled kindly and patted the other party's shoulder, "I'm sorry, little brother, I accidentally dropped my wallet just now, and I thought you picked it up, so there was a misunderstanding. "

"Misunderstanding?" The man stared and asked, but when he saw Rong'er standing next to him at leisure, he didn't dare to pursue anything. He muttered a few words, turned around and left angrily.

"Wait a minute." Ye Zhiyu called to the other party. Seeing that the person paused first, then turned around with an impatient expression, feeling even more certain in his heart.

But now is not the time to argue, Ye Zhiyu handed over a paper bag and set it on fire, "This is just an apology to the young master, okay?"

"Who cares about your broken fire!" The man cursed and immediately stepped up and ran away.

Unable to wait for the other party's figure to be seen, Rong'er said in confusion, "Girl, weren't you sure just now that the person following you sneakily was him? Why did you let him go?"

Ye Zhiyu dusted off the medicinal powder on his hand, biting the fire to explain it slowly.

"Are you trying to catch a big fish in the long run? Such a small shrimp is not worthy of me asking you, the great Buddha, to show his true self."

Rong'er nodded as if understanding.

"Then let's hurry back home? Otherwise, girl, you will be missed again."

Ye Zhiyu couldn't help but find it a little funny, "Feng Wuming is a prince, but why do you sound like a talkative old woman?"

"It's the original thing." Rong'er disagreed. She was a weirdo, and she didn't value these prestigious positions.

"I know he is worried about the girl, but he doesn't look like an employer caring about her. This prince is too involved."

"I can't help it. I received the reward from this troublesome prince." He bought some trinkets and decorated them on Rong'er's head. Ye Zhiyu didn't think Feng Wuming was so difficult to deal with.

After walking around for a while, I arrived at the medicine store. As soon as Ye Zhiyu entered the door, he showed the Wangfu sign.

"Ask your shopkeeper to come out and entertain us!"

I have seen people bullying others with power, but it is rare to bully others with power and show off their power. Everyone who came to grab the medicine was attracted by Ye Zhiyu. They wanted to talk loudly but were afraid of the power of the palace, so they could only secretly signal each other with their eyes.

In particular, Wang Xiao'e's face was so unsalted, but there happened to be a pretty and charming man standing next to her. The comparison between the two made Ye Zhiyu's behavior even more vulgar and ridiculous.

Ye Zhiyu wanted this kind of effect. He ordered dozens of medicinal materials according to the price. After saying that they were hanging under the account of the palace, he threw the medicine package into Rong'er's arms and walked away.Rong'er didn't notice anything was wrong and followed Ye Zhiyu with a medicine bag in hand.

On the contrary, it made the spectators feel a lot of sympathy and pity for the beauty, and they also looked at Ye Zhiyu with a bit of anger.

What's more, he ran directly in front of the two of them and stretched out his hand to Rong'er with a diligent look on his face, "Girl, let me help you."

"Hey," Ye Zhiyu waved away the man's claws, "If you want to be a servant of my palace, go and line up to sign up first."

A few chuckles came from the crowd of people watching the excitement around him. The man felt that he had been humiliated and his face turned red.

But the Wangfu brand in Ye Zhiyu's hand was also genuine. The man stared at her for a long time, and finally did not dare to make a move and stormed away.

Ye Zhiyu curled his lips. He had no courage. He thought this person had the guts to make a scene so that more people could watch the joke.

After walking for a long time, Ye Zhiyu felt a little tired. When he returned to the palace, he quietly slipped into his room, thinking of resting for a while before checking on Feng Wuming's condition.

But he saw a man with painted eyebrows sitting in front of the Eight Immortals table.

Oh, he wears a purple gold crown with three prongs on his head, a Xichuan red brocade hundred-flower robe on his body, a chain armor with an animal face and a swallowing head, and an exquisite lion belt tied around his waist.

Which young boy came to her to play Lu Bu?Not to mention, he looks really good.

It's just that this young man seemed to have never been on stage before. When she saw her dressed like this, she blushed from her ears to her neck.

His face was pretending to be calm, and his expression remained unchanged. Only his rapidly moving eyes revealed his uneasiness.

Ye Zhiyu was about to slap his shoulder to relieve the opponent, and took a closer look.

Isn’t this Feng Wuming!
Subconsciously seizing the opportunity to cause trouble that fell from the sky, Ye Zhiyu's mouth moved one step ahead of his brain.

"My lord, you look like this, tsk tsk tsk, don't tell me, if you put it in the garden, it would definitely be a corner with countless red tips, right?"

"Very good, very good. Let's have fun with the people! Why should the prince restrain his nature? Drama is an art. Since the prince likes it, treat it as his own home. Don't be afraid and sing boldly! I will fully support the prince. My acting dream!”

Feng Wuming glanced at her coldly, but before she could speak, Xiaofeng Tuan ran in, holding a golden crown in his hand.

"Good uncle, I still want to see this! Hey, mother, you are back!"

The housekeeper followed Xiao Fengtuan holding a suit of golden armor. When he saw Ye Zhiyu coming back, he bowed, quietly put down the golden armor and hurried away.

Ye Zhiyu felt that the half of his body that was close to Feng Wuming was stiff, and he hurriedly picked up his daughter who was unaware of what happened.

"Did you make your good uncle dress up like this?"

Xiaofeng Tuan bent his eyes and nodded, "Yes, the good uncle came to see my mother, but she was not here. I saw that the housekeeper found these beautiful clothes from somewhere, so that the good uncle would not be bored, so I helped him choose and change them. La."

Xiaofeng Tuan was still uneasy in Ye Zhiyu's arms, and stretched out her little hand to hook the shining golden armor on the table.

"I think my good uncle will look more impressive when he wears this suit. What do you think, mother?"

"Haha," Ye Zhiyu laughed a few times, "I think the prince is so handsome and talented, so he will look good no matter what he wears."

Ye Zhiyu, who looked like he was going to die calmly, turned to look at Feng Wuming, "What do you think, the prince?"

(End of this chapter)