Chapter 467 The heroic scholar and his neighbor, the pretty widow (bushi)

Chapter 467 The heroic scholar and his neighbor, the pretty widow (bushi)

The heroic scholar and his neighbor, the pretty widow (bushi)

When someone came to call Song Ning, he had already changed into the clothes that Lance had prepared.

Song Ning grabbed his cuffs and tugged at his collar, feeling lacking in confidence.

"Is it really okay for me to go there wearing this? What if the Marquis of Zhennan questions me on the spot?"

Lance was taking a piece of flawless white mutton-fat jade from Fuqin's hand and hanging it on Song Ning. He bent down and his long hair fell like a black waterfall, which made Song Ning a little envious.

It looks very soft to the touch, and you can tell at first glance that it has been carefully cared for, unlike his hair which feels dry and rough.

"It's okay. Today is Si Kouhong's wedding day. Besides, he wants to tie you and Si Kouhong together. Even if he is suspicious, he will not ask you directly, otherwise he will be slapping himself in the face." He did not throw away the clothes that were sent to him. If a quarrel really broke out, the Marquis of Zhennan who prepared this tattered set would be the most embarrassed one.

"Too?"

Song Ning thought it made sense and breathed a sigh of relief.

But when he turned around, he was a little puzzled when he saw Lance's exquisite outfit, which was no less exquisite than his.

"You're going out today? Didn't the Marquis of Zhennan not let you go out today?"

"He says his, and I do mine."

Lance adjusted his hair crown again - he had also prepared it.

"Wait a moment, I'll let Fuqin sneak over. If anything happens, let Fuqin take you away. Don't worry about anything else."

"No."

However, Song Ning did not do as he had agreed before and went back on his word when the time came.

Lance looked at him in surprise, and Song Ning stood up straight.

"There must be something wrong with the clothes that Zhennan Hou arranged for me, but if you arrange this outfit for me, you will definitely get into trouble. Unless you tell me what's going on today, I can't just agree to you without thinking."

"Can……"

But he came here for the little prince, and he didn't want the little prince to know those dirty things.

If possible, he even hoped that in the eyes of the little prince, the whole world would only be bright and beautiful colors.

"Don't say no."

Song Ning suddenly pulled the corner of his clothes and pushed him down on the chair with a fierce look.

"I've had enough of the fact that Zhennan Hou tricked me here. I've reflected on it. I must figure out my own affairs. I don't want to be confused anymore."

Whether it was the Zhennan Marquis Mansion or the person in front of him, he wanted to figure it out!

Song Ning thought angrily in his heart and pressed the person under him tighter, until he noticed that Lance began to struggle, he became even angrier.

Would Lance rather choose not to say it?

"Ningning... get off me first." Turning his head slightly, Lance's voice was hoarse enough to be ignored.

Song Ning was stunned for a moment, then jumped up in the next second due to the burns, his face flushed.

"You, you, what's wrong with you!"

lecher!

Lance pulled his clothes slightly to cover it up, then poured himself a cup of cold tea and drank it, his eyes full of helplessness.

"I thought you should know that my sweetheart is in front of me and I am also a normal man."

"But, but, the ancients said that it starts from emotion and ends with etiquette."

Song Ning stuttered, and the area behind him felt numb as if he had been struck by a landmine, with an indelible burning sensation.

It was clearly separated, but the touch of that piece seemed to spread to the side as if poisoned, burning him to the point of becoming somewhat unconscious.

"Those are all saints and sages. I can't do that."

However, for fear of scaring Song Ning away, Lance suppressed the abnormality.

Fuqin walked in with small steps.

"Young Master, Master, the people outside are almost here."

She had to hurry up, but the two masters were so clingy that she had no choice but to come and urge them.

The people sent by Marquis Zhennan were indeed about to arrive outside, and time was running out, but Song Ning seized the opportunity to threaten Lance.

He must be a sensible person today.

Lance couldn't do anything to him, and he was even more moved when he met Song Ning's stubborn eyes.

Whatever, that’s what he likes most about the little prince, isn’t it?

The little prince was never just hiding under his wings.

"Then just briefly explain it."

Lance no longer hid anything and quickly told Song Ning the information he knew.

"You mean he wants to use my grandfather's name to win over celebrities?"

No wonder, Song Ning suddenly realized.

"Well, your grandfather may not have told you that he was once a high-ranking official and even taught several princes. He later resigned and retired to the mountains, but many of his students are still in officialdom. It can be said that his students are all over the world."

Lance said succinctly, "If the Marquis of Zhennan announced your engagement with Sikou Hong today and then told your identity, the Marquis of Zhennan's mansion would be trampled by those people tomorrow."

Song Ning's expression darkened and his throat became dry.

"He just wants to use grandpa's reputation to recruit celebrities, that's all?"

Were the remarks made by those family members just spoken casually to achieve this goal?

Lance sighed slightly, stood up and pulled him into his arms.

"Zhennan Marquis originally had a legitimate brother, but in order to inherit the throne, he first designed to take away his elder brother's marriage, and then secretly had his elder brother's legs crippled, causing his biological brother to die of depression. Such a person can do anything, it's not your problem."

The embrace was spacious and warm, so comfortable that Song Ning almost cried.

He leaned in this embrace, his tone difficult.

"What about the engagement? Why did grandpa..."

"It was the Marquis of Zhennan who was good at scheming. He should have owed your grandfather a favor, but he persuaded your grandfather with his sharp tongue. Your grandfather was ready to retire to the mountains, but he was worried about what you would do if he died first, so he agreed."

This was the case in his previous life, and Lance knew that the old man had good intentions, but it was a pity that the person he owed a favor to had been scheming from the beginning, let alone repaying the favor.

"I see."

Song Ning was silent for a moment, then suddenly took a deep breath.

"Then tell me the plan. What should I do today?"

Lance was pushed away by him. The man who was clearly a head shorter than him swept away his previous uneasiness, and his little face was full of determination.

The space between his brows relaxed little by little, and that was true.

The one who is as bright and dazzling as the sun is his little prince.

"Then I'll make a long story short."

Lance winked at Fuqin, who nodded and walked out.

"Is it the Marquis who is here to see Young Master Song? Please wait a moment. Young Master Song is not feeling well today and has eaten something bad. It is not convenient for him to come now."

"It has to be convenient even if it's inconvenient. Who can bear the blame from the Marquis?"

"That's right, but it's only a cup of tea. It's not surprising that Mr. Song walks slowly. Use this small amount of money to buy some wine, and wait a little longer."

"A little money, all right, but hurry up, the Marquis can't wait."