Although Li Yaorong was very pleased to see Li Sheng wholeheartedly in his career, he was very curious about what kind of chips Li Sheng relied on to make the auxiliary machine so generous, and promised to promote two levels of official positions in a row. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

So, Li Yaorong returned to his seat, raised his eyebrows and asked softly:

"Dad is not an outsider, what can't I talk to my dad about? Maybe you can talk to me, and Dad can help with ideas. ”

Li Sheng glanced at Li Yaorong, and did not intend to inform him of his plan, because he knew that the less people knew about this plan, the better, for Li Yaorong - it was better for him to be unaware of such a bold adventure, of course, Li Yaorong might not let Li Sheng act because of stability, therefore, Li Sheng shook his head very resolutely, and replied in an apologetic tone:

"I'm sorry, Dad—I have repeatedly told you that no third person should know!"

Li Yaorong's expression was blank, and he was a little lost in his heart, he finally saw that Li Sheng could be so competitive, but he was isolated as an outsider, is it because Li Sheng felt that he was old and useless, so he disdained it?

Thinking of these, Li Yaorong smiled self-deprecatingly: In the past, he disliked Li Sheng for being useless, but now it is the other way around.

But Li Yaorong didn't go to his heart, as long as Li Sheng had a chance, as long as he could shine on the lintel of Li's house, his feelings were not enough to worry about, so there was no point in listening again.

"Since that's the case, then you should go to the appointment - don't let the third son of Fu be in a hurry."

Li Sheng nodded when he heard this, got up and raised his legs to leave, but he heard another admonition behind him:

"Drink less, eat more vegetables, your body matters!"

Li Sheng was stunned for a moment, and then replied with a warm face:

"Dad, please rest assured, my son knows it."

After speaking, Li Sheng walked out of the study quickly, and Li Yaorong stared at Li Sheng's back as he left in a hurry, his face relieved and complicated......

- Zhaowangfu

Since Chang Jingjing married into King Zhao's mansion, she only saw King Zhao once on her wedding night, and since then, the two have never crossed paths like strangers living under the same roof.

King Zhao pointed out to Chang Jingjing's personal maid that saw Chang Jingjing watching the rain scene for a long time facing the Xuan window, and was afraid that she would catch a cold, so he reminded her softly:

"Princess, the weather is getting cooler, no matter how beautiful this rain scene is, you should be careful."

Chang Jingjing came back to her senses when she heard the voice, smiled perfunctorily, and her face was lonely and cold:

"Okay."

Chang Jingjing returned to the desk and sat down, the maid hurriedly took the opportunity to cover the window, and took a coat for Chang Jingjing to drape it over Chang Jingjing's shoulders, and asked softly:

"Princess, what do you want to eat for dinner? If you like to tell the slave maid, the slave and maid will order the kitchen to prepare. ”

Chang Jingjing pondered for a moment, pursed her lips and shook her head, and only asked:

"Is the prince coming back for dinner tonight?"

The maid knew that Chang Jingjing was concerned about King Zhao, but she didn't want to see Chang Jingjing sad - as a subordinate, she had no right to ask King Zhao why she married Chang Jingjing with great fanfare, so she could only hide her thinking on the good side:

"Princess, didn't the prince say it - he has been busy with official business lately, and he doesn't know if he will be free to come back from dinner. But he told the slave and maid not to let the princess wait empty, lest she starve! ”

Chang Jingjing raised a slightly bitter smile when she heard this, and prevaricated:

"Got it, you look at the arrangement, I want to sleep for a while."

Seeing this, the servant immediately bowed down and replied:

"The princess is resting, and the slave will retreat!"

When she was about to retreat to the door, the maid thought about whether to remind Chang Jingjing to call herself "Bengong", but she thought of Chang Jingjing's appearance of wanting to be happy, so she planned to correct it next time Chang Jingjing made a mistake.

After sending away the servants who were waiting, Chang Jingjing leaned on the bed alone, looking at the fiery red color on the mattress and the delicately embroidered mandarin duck pattern on it, and felt a little uncomfortable.

The bedroom where Chang Jingjing lived was the new house of the wedding man and King Zhao, and that day under the candle flame, under the smudge of the red hijab, everything seemed sympathetic, hazy and beautiful-

It was not the first time she had married, but she was still nervous, she sat on the edge of the bed, and when she was very bored, she counted how many longans and red dates were hidden under the mattress by Xi Po.

Wait, wait, wait, the candles in the new house were burned out once and replaced with new candles, but still no groom was seen, when she was about to fall asleep, a pair of ink-colored boots finally appeared in front of her - the boots were outlined with the dawn pattern, so that she was immediately awake in a daze.

There was a shudder, Chang Jingjing didn't squeak first, she was waiting for King Zhao to speak, waiting for King Zhao's next arrangements - after all, their in-laws have nothing to do with ****, but they have to do something to show others.

Finally, Chang Jingjing's hijab was lifted by King Zhao, he didn't use a weighing rod, he used his hands, and Chang Jingjing easily teased herself at that time: I am not his wishful thinking, naturally unsatisfactory.

When Chang Jingjing raised her eyes, King Zhao's slightly drunk face met her eyes, and Chang Jingjing didn't know how to understand the fluttering and fluttering in her heart, nor did she know how to understand her inexplicable cowardice.

She didn't dare to meet King Zhao's intoxicated eyes, she knew that the other party's eyes were not so thick because of her, but the impulse in her heart told her: just one look, just one look.

Chang Jingjing finally raised her head boldly, and she looked at it very carefully—the contours of the other party's handsome face, the bridge of the other party's handsome nose, the other party's pursed lips, the other party's squirming Adam's apple, and even the shadow of the candle flame on King Zhao's face, she did not ignore it.

"I'll stay here for an hour before I leave, and if you're hungry or sleepy, don't be restrained, just let me stop here."

King Zhao's magnetic, deep voice slowly entered Chang Jingjing's ears, making Chang Jingjing unable to distinguish whether it was reality or a dream at the moment: how could there be a man in the world who was born so good-looking, and even his voice was so good......

Thinking of this, Chang Jingjing shook her head and forced herself not to continue to think about it, after all, the beauty of that night only came to an abrupt end at that moment.

King Zhao did as he said that night, and after staying in the new house for an hour, he left, and apart from that sentence, he had no other communication with Chang Jingjing, and he didn't even ask what Chang Jingjing's name was.

Chang Jingjing knew that she shouldn't have peeked at that glance, because just that glance - she fell, and she couldn't help but want to laugh at herself - once again easily fell into the eyebrows of others, completely forgetting the word reserved.

Chang Jingjing pulled her hair, and her eyes drifted to the continuous drizzle outside the window:

"Silly?"

She muttered to herself, and then said to herself: Stupid is stupid, I admit it......

Chang Jingjing leaned on the couch and fell asleep, but she didn't sleep well, and the moistness of her eyelashes didn't know if it was because the window failed to cover the rain leaking in, or because she dreamed of tears of sadness.

Unexpectedly, King Zhao came back very early today, and the maid happily ran to the door of Chang Jingjing's bedroom, and shouted with a happy face:

"Princess, the prince is back home!"

Chang Jingjing sat up straight suddenly, thinking that she had heard the good news in a dream, so she tentatively asked the door: (To be continued.) )