Fast Wear: The Spare Tire Runs Fast

Chapter 111 The Young Master of the Marquisate’s Bad Ways 3

As a result, his resentment grew even greater, and he summoned the system.

Yiang felt that it was a great pity that an entire family and a general who served the country and the people were killed in a conspiracy for one's own selfish reasons.

"What is the wish of the wisher?"

"The wisher has three wishes, the first of which is to preserve the Zhenguo Marquisate Mansion for a hundred years.

The second is to prevent Xiahou Zexi from becoming emperor and let Xia Jinshu die of old age in the palace without achieving his wish in his life.

The third is to protect the people and prevent them from being displaced, dying, or suffering from disasters."

"That's right."

Considering that Xia Jinshu has already entered the palace, Duanmu Moyu's friend Xiao Mufeng wants Duanmu Moyu to see some romantic things.

Don't always think about those elegant ladies from noble families, so I invited them to Yicui Pavilion.

"Mu Mu, isn't this world in a hurry? Why did you come so early?"

"The wisher had thought of doing it earlier, avoiding Xia Jinshu when they came and met by chance, so as not to leave any rumors about him having loved her.

This isn’t an accurate positioning, so…”

So it was a brothel right from the start? It's as unreliable as ever.

Just as he was thinking about it, Xiao Mufeng pushed the door open and walked in, "Mo Yu, I asked you to come here so that you can see the girls.

Why are you sitting here alone without even any tea?"

Yi Ang turned his head and saw a handsome man with a straight nose, slightly curved thin lips, wearing a flowing brocade robe and an exquisite jade pendant around his waist. He was leaning against the door frame, and his every move revealed an unrestrained and suave manner.

This is Duanmu Moyu’s friend, Xiao Mufeng, the son of the Shangshu.

He was also the only person in the previous life who wanted to investigate the truth after Duanmu Moyu's death.

I don’t know how a Shangshu, a civil servant, could raise such an interesting and loyal son.

"I'm waiting for you. You're a regular here, so of course you have to entertain us."

"Oh, Master Duanmu has changed his temper today? Why didn't he jump out the window and run away immediately?"

That’s right, although the wisher acted like a playboy, he had never been to a brothel. The only two times he went there were when he was tricked by Xiao Mufeng, and he jumped out of the window and ran away both times.

"You, Master Xiao, invited me here, how dare I refuse!"

"Stop talking about that, Mo Yu. It's time for you to let it go. That's not the person you should be thinking about."

"What are you thinking? This is just the throbbing of youth. I am the most handsome man in the capital."

"Who said that? I'm the most handsome man in the capital."

"You are the most slutty fox in the capital!"

The two were drinking tea and joking when a man who looked like a servant ran in hurriedly.

Yiang recognized this man. He was Xiao Mufeng's follower, named Baozhu.

"Master, go back quickly. The master will come back and find out that you have been to the brothel again. He will bring people and say he wants to break your legs."

Baozhu said with a smile.

"Hey, this old man must have been upset again during court.

You have no place to vent your anger, and you're taking it out on me. Mo Yu, I'm leaving first!"

Xiao Mufeng complained about Minister Xiao, but his actions were decisive. He stood up and jumped out of the window.

"Hahaha……"

Hearing Yiang's laughter, Xiao Mufeng looked up and said, "Duanmu Moyu, just wait for your father to punish you next time."

"Then go and call my prince! Do you think I'm afraid?"

"Really? What do you think I'm coming?"

Yi Ang had just finished mocking Xiao Mufeng when he heard these words.

As expected, people should not talk too much, and now... they are talking about the prince.

He turned to look at the prince of the marquisate, Duanmu Hongxuan, who was standing at the door with a frosty face. He was also the wisher's biological father.

"Hehe... Dad, Xiao Mufeng tricked me into coming here. I didn't do anything."

After saying that, he jumped out of the window.

What a joke! This is the wisher's father, I can't hit him, right? I don't want to be beaten, so the only thing I can do is run away.

He jumped into the yard, ran out of the back door to the street, and caught up with Xiao Mufeng in a moment.

"Brother Xiao, are you taking a walk? Oh! Look, Minister Xiao is here."

"Haha, Brother Duanmu, why are you running? Your young master is chasing you!"

Baozhu was anxious beside him, "Hey, my two young masters, stop bickering, we're about to catch up."

Yiang looked back and saw that the prince was catching up with him. As expected of a martial artist, he arrived later than Minister Xiao but ran faster than him.

He increased his speed and disappeared in a flash.

Xiao Mufeng was stunned and looked at Baozhu, "This person must be born in the Year of the Rabbit!"

Baozhu responded stupidly, "Master, Master Duanmu seems to be the same age as you, but he's not a rabbit."

"Hey, you... stupid."

"Rebellious son, stop."

"Ahhh...Run! Baozhu!"

"Master, wait for me..."

"You kid, stop..."

Ignoring the voice behind him, Xiao Mufeng ran very fast.

……

Yiang followed the route remembered by the wisher and returned to the Marquis' Mansion.

"Young Master, you're back."

Ah!

When I passed by the front hall, I saw my grandfather there, "Grandpa."

Duanmu Lingyue looked at Yiang and said, "You're back. Didn't you run into your father?"

"Hey, I ran back before him, he couldn't catch up with me."

"You..." Duanmu Lingyue looked at his grandson with a doting look.

"Grandpa, my grandson is young and strong, but the prince is old."

"You little brat, who are you calling old?" Duanmu Hongxuan's voice rang out before he even came in.

"Of course I'm talking about you, hehe!" Yi Ang responded without any fear.

Duanmu Hongxuan walked in with a menacing look on his face.

He first bowed to Duanmu Lingyue, "Father."

Duanmu Lingyue raised his hand, "Well, sit down!"

Yiang was still sitting there, calling out lazily, "Dad."

"Hey, father, look at this kid, what a character he has."

"Why, I think my grandson is very good. What's wrong with his moral character? Just let me do it."

"Okay, okay, okay, Father, just spoil him!" Duanmu Hongxuan looked helpless.

"Grandpa doesn't favor me, but he favors you!"

"Hahahaha, my grandson is right." Duanmu Lingyue laughed heartily after hearing Yi'ang's words.

"I could hear my father's laughter from far away. It seems that he is very happy today."

A gentle female voice was heard. Yiang looked up and saw that it was Yan Ruoli, the wife of the prince and Duanmu Moyu's mother.

Her hair was tied up high, surrounded by pearls and emeralds, but it did not look ostentatious.

She has a dignified and elegant temperament, yet with a hint of heroism, and her every move shows her grandeur.

He stood up and bowed, "Mother."

Yan Ruoli bowed to the Marquis first, "Father." Then she turned around and looked at Yi'ang with a loving face, "Hey, my dear son."

"Mom, is my brother still in the military camp?"

"Well, he said he would be back late today."

"Grandpa, Dad, Mom, I want to go back to the yard and rest for a while."

"Go! Someone will call you when it's time for dinner." Duanmu Lingyue said.

So he stood up, bowed, and turned to leave.

Seeing Yiang walk out of the hall, Duanmu Lingyue sighed.