Facing her future husband, Le Lingzi recovered the temperament of the little girl under her father's knees, and whispered in disgust: "The gentleman's car is a girl surnamed Zi, not Meng Jiang. ”

Zhao Wuxian didn't look back, looked at the road ahead, and said eloquently: "Although it is not Meng Jiang, the lady in the car is also beautiful and beautiful, and she will not forget it." ”

The words of praise were very obvious, and Le Lingzi's cheeks were red, but fortunately, there was a thin veil to cover it, and Wuxian also turned his back to her, so he couldn't see this shy scene.

After such a small episode, the silence between the two was finally broken, and the journey became relaxed and bright.

Although he knew that he couldn't see it, Le Lingzi still sat down and saluted him: "The gentleman said that she loves the two white 'porcelain deer' very much, and the 'porcelain pillow' given by the gentleman also gave Lingzi a good night's sleep, and Lingzi has thanked him here......"

The meaning of the porcelain pillow, Le Lingzi naturally understands, such a bed, if it is not a fiancée, it is really not good to give it casually, and it is also Zhao Wuxian who prays that Le Lingzi will not worry too much about his father Le Qi and be able to sleep well.

"Lingzi, please rest assured, my father has persuaded Dr. Zhuqing one by one, and I will also find an opportunity to ask the monarch, I believe that Le Da Sicheng will be released in a few days, I hope you can sit back and relax night after night in the future."

The two of them talked about this intermittently along the way, and although Wuxian and Le Lingzi didn't talk about anything in depth, they also roughly understood each other's temperament. Wuxian breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that this woman was not a difficult person, and the strangeness in her heart gradually disappeared, and it turned to a faint pity.

After driving for an hour, the car entered Xinjiang City, and when it passed through the narrow alleys, the soldiers of the Zhao clan, who were the honor guards and guards of Qingzi's trip, would drive away the idle people in front of them.

Along the way, the Chinese people pointed at the rare scene of Zhao Shizi driving in person, and discussed who the mysterious person in the curtain in the car was. Is it a woman?

Fan's carriage painted with a bear-shaped pattern also drove out of the alley at this time, and Zhao Wuxian's carriage happened to pass by, and he saw it. Fan Jia's black mole lips suddenly showed a smug smile.

After three days of fierce offensive, the wheat flour produced by their Fan's craftsman's workshop. It has already won two-thirds of the wheat flour buyers in the corn market. According to the report of the market officials this morning, Zhao's merchants have actually maintained the original price of wheat flour, and there is no big move, as if they were shocked by their own belly blows and became hysterical.

I believe that it won't be long before Zhao Wuxian's merchants will be completely expelled from the Su market, and the large amount of corn that was exchanged by Zhao Wuxian in the warehouses of his own scholars and doctors will also flow back one by one. In this game, I won it!

So Fan Jia was in a very good mood, and after seeing Zhao Wuxian who was driving, he also felt disdainful, thinking that this person was nothing more than that, even if he had some ghost ideas, he was just making a wedding dress for himself. But he still had a pimple in his heart, the skill of stone grinding, which he already knew, had nothing to do with the potter. What is the purpose of this Zhao family to buy those Lu country potters?

But he soon stopped thinking about it, and an autumn wind blew. lifted the curtain on Zhao's car, revealing the figure of the woman in it. Although she was wearing a thin veil on her face, just those clear and graceful eyes still shocked Fan Jia greatly.

Fan Jia is like Song Huadu meeting the wife of Kong's father, and he looks at him backwards.

"Beautiful, beautiful and all!"

It took him half a time to come back to his senses, and he suddenly felt greedy, and he wanted to get his hands on it and see enough of the emotions in those eyes. But the gust of wind blew by. The curtain fell again, so he just caught a glimpse. was very inadequate in his heart, so he let Yu Rong drive far behind.

On the way to the Qiqi Palace. It is a guest road paved with bluestone slabs, and there are female walls on both sides, each more than three feet high.

This Bin Road is subject to traffic control, as the saying goes, "what the gentleman walks, the villain sees". In addition to the Jin Marquis's royal travel, emergency communication, and greeting foreign guests and pedestrians from all over the world, only the Qing doctor can walk in court clothes, and the scholars and Chinese people and savages can only detour the loess road on both sides.

Driving along the Bin Road without shirts, the tall Qiqi Palace is in sight.

Zhou Li stipulated that the car could not drive into the country, so he drove slowly and parked in front of the palace gate of the Qiqi Palace. He got out of the car first and asked the erector to place a few low tables so that Le Lingzi could come down.

Lingzi's small and cute feet gently leaned down, because he was about to see his father, he was a little excited for a while, and he almost stepped on the empty table, but he still protected her without a shirt and hugged her.

If the fingertips touched when handing over the copper cut a few days ago, this was the first physical contact between the two, and Wuxian only felt that nephrite was in hand, and the fragrance of Zhilan and unknown herbs was mixed with a faint girl's body fragrance, and he lost his mind for a while.

He then let go of his hand politely, and by this point, Le Lingzi's face was already blushing, and he didn't dare to look at Zhao Wuxian with his eyes down.

Fan Jia watched this scene from afar, and the woman in the car and the Zhao family's concubine seemed to behave quite intimately, which made him grit his teeth fiercely. When he arrived, the two had already entered the palace gate, and Fan Jia could only watch from a distance as the girl's graceful back followed Zhao Wuxian step by step.

"Who is that woman?" He asked the Jin State Palace A and the erector who were waiting at the door, because Fan Jia had already entered the palace as a palace guard as early as half a month ago, and he would come almost every day, so he was very familiar with everyone.

Immediately, someone said to him flatteringly: "Gentleman, it is said that he was imprisoned by the monarch, the daughter of the great Sicheng of the Song Kingdom!" ”

"Le Qi's daughter?" A smile appeared on the corner of Fan Jia's mouth, what a coincidence, in this way, this woman can become his bag!

……

After being inspected by the palace guards outside the Qi Palace, the heavy palace door painted vermilion slowly opened, and Zhao Wuxian took Le Lingzi and slowly walked into this mysterious palace by the side of the two huge beasts.

Since the beginning of the Xia Hou clan, China's palace architecture has maintained a roughly unchanged pattern, a central axis directly to the main hall, sitting in the north and facing south, the front and back to sleep, and the left and right are the temple and other buildings.

They did not walk towards the main hall complex with layers of mountains, but under the leadership of the palace people and Youji, they bypassed the corridor and walked to a side courtyard on the periphery of the Yuqi Palace. It covers an area of 100 acres, the palace armor is dressed in armor, holding a sword, and the guard is strict. However, compared to the rest of the palaces, the exterior is dull and slightly shabby.

Zhang Mengtan talked about this place, which was the place where the Jin State held political prisoners, and the uncle of the Jin Dynasty, the county prince Zhongyi of Chucheng County, and the uncle and grandson of the Lu State, Muzi, all had eaten in prison here.

As a descendant of the Zhao family, Zhao Wuxian also knew that some identity-sensitive clans were sometimes placed here.

At that time, his great-grandfather was an orphan of the Zhao family, "less provocative and difficult, from the Ji family in the Gonggong", after the destruction of the clan, he was brought to this partial courtyard in the Qiqi Palace by Zhao Zhuangji and raised as an adult. (To be continued)

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