It wasn't until three years later that he was tricked into the palace and saw a little boy who looked seven or eight points similar to him. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The mysterious man told him that as long as he carefully studied the words and deeds of the little boy and replaced the other party, from now on, he would be the most honorable prince of the Zhou Kingdom.

Otherwise, throw him back into the street to beg.

It is easy to go from thrift to luxury, and it is difficult to go from luxury to thrift.

He is used to living a good life, and he is no longer willing to be a beggar, not only imitating his words and deeds, but even taking a secret medicine in order to look like him, and every time he dies and comes back to life, but the result is good.

He finally looked exactly like the little prince, and after replacing him, even his mother didn't notice it.

He has finally become the most noble prince, and although he is still controlled by a mysterious person, he is willing to do it.

Happy days are always short-lived, until one day you suddenly wake up in your sleep.

looked at the man standing on the edge of the bed, who looked exactly like him, but was surrounded by anger.

He understood that his good days were over.

His life has also come to an end.

But what he didn't expect was that the other party didn't kill him, and threw him to this Zhao country and became the young owner of Jinxiufang, he was content, so he never caused trouble.

"Lord Zhou, please let the villain go. The real Yan Hao knelt on the ground, and moved towards Zhou Hao, step by step, kneeling.

Zhou Hao glanced at him. "I won't kill you. Imprisoning you is just for fear that you will be discovered by others and ruin the king's great affairs. I didn't kill you back then, and as long as you don't betray this king, I will kill you in the future. Don't let this prince repeat it a second time. He got up suddenly, brushed his sleeves and left.

Yan Hao knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing. "Thank you Prince Zhou for not killing the villain, thank you Prince Zhou for ......!"

Zhou Hao walked out of the dark room, came to the courtyard, and looked at the scenery in the courtyard.

On the left, against the wall, there is a flower bed.

On the right, grapes are planted, and the vines climb up to form a natural pavilion, with a stone table and four stone benches below. It's just that when winter comes, the vines become like dead branches, and they are very ugly. Unlike spring, where the foliage is abundant.

The shopkeeper immediately approached him and saluted.

Zhou Hao squinted at the shopkeeper, and suddenly ordered, "Check out the person named Wen Zijie for this king." ”

The shopkeeper quickly glanced up at Zhou Hao. "Lord Wang, the person you call Zhou Zijie is not eighteen years old and looks Zhouzheng. ”

Zhou Hao raised his eyebrows.

The shopkeeper looked at Zhou Hao's action of raising his eyebrows, acquiesced, and hurriedly continued, "Zhou Zijie is a steward of Baibao Pavilion, and he knows Yan Hao, and occasionally goes out to drink together. ”

Zhou Hao held the jade fan in his right hand, lightly afraid of hitting his left palm. No wonder on the carriage, he would take the initiative to greet him. "This Wen Zijie, have you ever figured out his details?"

The shopkeeper truthfully said, "Sour Xiucai is an honest and diligent person, a local person, who lives on the suburb of Tupo outside the capital. ”

When Zhou Hao heard this, he was just an ordinary person who couldn't be more ordinary, and let go of the doubts in his heart. "Tonight, the king has something to go out, let out Yan Hao, let him stay in his own room, and keep him under strict supervision. When the king returns, he will be put in a dark room. ”

"Yes. ”

The Prime Minister's Mansion painted Yaxuan.

Zhuo Nan sat at the table and drank tea, but the corner of his eyes glanced at the scene standing in the courtyard from time to time. He had been waiting in the courtyard for more than an hour, and even the five embroidery girls were busy and were driven away by her.

Bai Wei looked at Wen Zijie in the courtyard as if he was being punished, and didn't understand that he had just come today, where he offended the young lady, so he kept waiting in the courtyard and hanging him.

Qing Dai saw Bai Wei's eyes staring at Wen Zijie in the courtyard through the open door, walked to her side quietly, poked her arm with her finger, and reminded in a low voice, "I heard that he has been married, do you want to make him a child?"

Bai Wei saw that Qingdai had misunderstood, and quickly withdrew her gaze. Peeking at Zhuo Nan, who looked calm, then looked at Qing Dai and explained in a low voice, "Don't talk nonsense, I'm just curious, how could he offend Miss ......." ”

Zhuo Nan suddenly glanced at the two of them.

Bai Wei and Qing Dai immediately lowered their heads, stood straight, and didn't dare to talk.

Zhuo Nan's eyes fell on Jingrong in the courtyard again. Seeing that he was not arrogant or impatient, he always stood calmly in place, and even his posture was exactly the same as more than an hour ago, and he sighed softly.

Look at Honeysuckle and say, "Call him in." ”

"Yes, miss. Honeysuckle immediately walked out and came to Jingrong's side. "Miss, please. ”

Jing Rong stepped into the house. "Xiaosheng has seen Miss. ”

Zhuo Nan glanced at Qingdai hintly.

Qingdai immediately moved a chair for Jingrong to sit down.

Bai Wei serves tea.

Jing Rong held the tea cup and sniffed the fragrance of tea. Although it is not as good as the tea he drinks on weekdays, it is rare to drink tea with her.

Zhuo Nan looked at Lan Yi. "Xin Yi, you take Bai Wei to the side courtyard to clean up the study, and in the future, let 'Steward Wen' teach Miss Ben to learn to settle accounts over there. When he said the words 'Wen Steward', Zhuo Nan's eyes glanced at Jing Rong deliberately.

"Yes. Lan Yi took the order, stepped back with Bai Wei, and went to clean up the study.

Because Mr. Fu was not teaching Zhuo Nan to read and practice calligraphy, the study room was empty for several days, and he needed to tidy up a little.

Jing Rong heard the anger hidden in her words, and didn't want to provoke her anymore, so he simply pretended to be deaf and dumb and was silent. Thinking that she had deliberately let him stand in the courtyard for more than an hour just now, he hadn't lost his breath.

Little girl, she has a lot of temperament.

Zhuo Nan put down the teacup, looked at Jing Rong, and asked deliberately difficult, "Steward Wen, right? What is the age of this year? Where does the family live? How many houses do you have? How many acres of land do you have? Who else is in the family? Have you ever been married?"

Mama Qian stood behind Zhuo Nan and suddenly froze. Miss's tone, how can it be like a matchmaker's cliché?

"Xiaosheng is eighteen years old, and his family lives in Tupo, a suburb of Beijing. The family background is average, with one house and two acres of thin fields. Xiaosheng is the third, and there are two older brothers and three younger sisters in the family. Parents, grandparents, maternal grandfathers, maternal grandmothers are still alive. Married. Jing Rong said slowly, calmly and calmly.

Zhuo Nan looked at Jing Rong, this fox remembered it so clearly, and it was clear that he came prepared. first sent Qing Yi and others, and then stuffed Qing Yan, it turned out that the ultimate goal was to stuff himself into her side and blend into the prime minister's mansion.

The prime minister's father didn't know anything, and the fifth prince sent him in with his own hands.

These two people were played by him, but they still didn't know anything.

Mama Qian secretly looked at Wen Zijie, thinking that this person is quite honest, what does the young lady ask, what does he answer, even the matter of having a marriage, he also said, it seems that he is an honest and reliable person.

looked at his own young lady's aggressive appearance again, and wiped a handful of sympathetic tears for Steward Wen.

Jing Rong saw Zhuo Nanguang staring at him, and he didn't speak, and took the initiative to say, "Miss, do you still have questions? ”