Chapter Seventy-Three: Don't Be Too Fierce (29)

Li Zhao was a little worried, how could Qing'er get so close to Shen Jimo?

Just thinking about it, Shen Jimo looked at her, and his tone was gentle.

"Mrs. Lin, the princess was frightened, so the minister took the princess back to the palace first."

Many young ladies of the family who watched the whole process: "......"

They couldn't see that the princess was frightened, and before Song Wan could use her usual method of tossing people, the prime minister came over and punished Song Wan in prison.

Li Zhao was stunned, turned his head to look at Yun Ruan, who glanced at Shen Jimo, and secretly swallowed his saliva when he saw his smiling appearance.

Then he turned his eyes to look at Li Zhao, "Qing'er is also tired today, so I will go back to the palace first, and then I will come to see my aunt." ”

Li Zhao could only nod.

……

After leaving the Lin Mansion and getting into the carriage, Shen Jimo looked at Yun Soft with a smile in his eyes.

"I didn't know that Qing'er was so powerful."

When he came there, he happened to see Yun Soft and Song Wan, and his expression and tone were very similar to him.

Yun Ruan's ears turned red, but he was not ashamed to say, "I'm naturally amazing." ”

"Qing'er is learning from me?"

Yun Ruan raised his eyes to look at him, his deer eyes dodged, and he felt a little shy at this time.

"No, I think it's better to talk like this."

That Song Wan was frightened by her just now.

Shen Jimo smiled, "It's really amazing." ”

Yun Soft's ears moved, and the pink lips involuntarily bent upward, and at this time, the pear vortex appeared again.

At this time, the system that rarely did not sleep was messy in the wind.

She stared blankly at the interaction between Yun Ruan and Shen Jimo, and suddenly felt a little flustered, hey no, what's going on with these two people? What's going on with the squish?

How do you get so close to dangerous people? How did she see pink bubbles popping up?

Gan!

Sure enough, he was a dangerous person, and he actually attacked his own main god.

Beast!

Squishy is still an unborn baby!

It's a pity that the system stomped its feet in a hurry, and didn't dare to come out and let Shen Jimo find out, just watching the interaction between the two, the whole heart and liver were twisted together anxiously.

Shen Jimo sent Yun Soft to Ruixiang Palace, but it was rare that he didn't stay here.

When the emperor ascended the throne, he seemed to have forgotten something, but when he thought about it, he naturally had to make up for it.

Yun Ruan returned to Ruixiang Palace, Hua Zhu and Hua Lan patted their little chests, and looked at Yun Ruan with a look of surprise.

"Princess, your momentum just now is comparable to that of the Prime Minister."

"Princess, when did you become so powerful?"

Yun Soft was said to be happy, forcibly suppressed the corners of his upturned mouth, and looked serious, "This palace has always been so powerful." ”

At this time, she didn't learn Shen Jimo anymore, on this white and soft face, Huazhu and Hualan could only see cuteness, as well as a little beauty that gradually revealed as she grew up.

The two looked at each other and chuckled, "The princess is indeed powerful." ”

And Shen Jimo came to Nanyuan's palace here, and Gonggong An was guarding outside the palace, and when he saw Shen Jimo, he hurriedly asked for peace.

Shen Jimo had a warm smile on his face, but he didn't look at him, and went straight in.

Nanyuan was reviewing the folds, his brows furrowed.

The matter of the Midyear Festival and the sudden explosion of workload were enough to make him anxious.

's over-investment in things also made him not notice that Shen Jimo had come in, and it wasn't until Shen Jimo stood in front of him that the shadow blocked the light in the room, and Nanyuan found Shen Jimo.

He was shocked, and then frowned, "What's the matter with the prime minister?" ”

For some reason, he no longer pretends to be naΓ―ve in the face of Shen Jimo recently, or rather, he rarely hides the power he has.