In the thirty-ninth year of Daheng, Shangyuan Festival.

It is rare to reunite, the Zhuang family of four even has to eat breakfast together, Yan Du drank the chicken porridge cooked by the cook, it was not delicious, so he didn't feel that he drank a few more bowls, and the Zhuang family and his wife were quite sad.

"Twilight, drink slowly, eat some greens!" Song Qi sandwiched a fragrant and tender vegetable and put it in Yan Dui's bowl intimately, Yan Du picked it up and ate it into her stomach when she saw it, and said with a smile: "Thank you, mother!" ”

Seeing this, Zhuang Hao also picked up a small piece of chive cake into Yan Dui's bowl, and Yan Du also ate it quickly when he saw this, and said in his mouth: "Thank you, Dad!" ”

Zhuang Lin looked at his empty bowl, and couldn't help but look at his father and his mother, but no one paid attention to him, eating and drinking as usual.

Hmph, I'm going to give my sister something delicious too!

"Come sister, eat a piece of osmanthus cake from Taoyuanju!" Zhuang Lin stretched out his white hand, picked up a piece of his favorite osmanthus cake, and stretched it to Yan Duan's mouth, making an "ah" expression in his mouth, so that she could open her mouth and eat it!

Yan Du raised one eye and caught a glimpse of her brother's ridiculous behavior, she was not a child, where did she need him to feed, so she was about to reach out to pick it up, but she heard Lord Zhuang say righteously: "I was confused again early in the morning, right?" ”

Song Qi looked at his son with some disgust, the two of them were not poked, but the stinky boy was eighteen, and Twilight was twelve, how could they be as intimate as they were children in the past.

"Why can't I feed my sister?" Zhuang Lin muttered, looked at the osmanthus cake in his hand, and swallowed it into his stomach.

Yan Du pretended not to hear, continued to drink his porridge, looked at the osmanthus cake on the table, suddenly thought of something, and asked, "Mother, when I went home last year, didn't Aunt Yue suddenly fall ill?" Is she feeling better now? ”

Song Qi replied with relief: "My mother went to see her before, and I saw that she was better, and your aunt Yue always wanted to see you, so if you are free, go to visit her!" ”

As soon as Zhuang Lin heard Aunt Yue, he guessed that he was talking about the mother of the third junior brother, if she went to the British Palace, wouldn't it be possible to bump into the third junior brother?

That's not going to work!

For some reason, even though he paid his sister's trust to the third junior brother and let him know his sister's experience, he didn't want the two to see each other at all.

"Sister, the guards of the British Palace's palace are very strict, if you want to go, tell your brother, I'll take you there!" Zhuang Lin casually took a sip of porridge and pretended to say casually.

Yan Du nodded, her little head had a lot of ideas, she didn't know how many times she had gone back to the British Palace, learned to play archery with the British King, chatted with Aunt Yue, and when she followed her mother, they generally walked through the main gate, if she went by carriage alone, she would go to the side door, and go a lot, Uncle Zhang, who was guarding the door, had already recognized himself, where did he need Zhuang Lin to lead the way......

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There is a call to the saint to enter the palace and get together.

The low-key ebony carriage drove on the bustling Suzaku Street, which should be the Shangyuan Festival, and there were many pedestrians on the street, and the carriage was not in a hurry to drive away, slowly stomping on the most lively street in Shengjing.

Ying Riyao sat in the quaint car and closed his eyes to recuperate, today Emperor Hui called their family into the palace to get together, the mother has been sick for a long time, it is inconvenient to enter the palace, the father went by himself, he drove forward slowly.

How could he not know what Emperor Hui meant, Ying Hui's son Ying Rizhao is only three years old now, after a hundred years, he must want to pass on his only son, he is afraid that at that time, he will be an adult and hold power, and he has the heart to compete for power with Rizhao, so he summoned him to the palace to find out his ability!

On martial arts, after all, he is the son of the king of England, and his performance is too ordinary, which makes Ying Hui suspicious in vain. dissertation, he is also the grandson of Taifu Wen, if he doesn't understand the Four Books and Five Classics, he will make others laugh at Wen.

I'm afraid that after today's meeting, Ying Hui may never dare to let him enter the court again, and when he thinks of this, he feels interesting.

"Yingyi, go to Taoyuanju in front to buy two boxes of Poria cakes." He suddenly remembered that his mother's favorite Poria cake in this restaurant might not be opened when he returned home, so he asked Yingyi to buy it first.

"Yes, Shizi!" Eiichi parked the carriage aside, jumped down and ran to the nearby Taoyuan Residence.

In the middle of the day, he bought it, only to hear him jump into the carriage, but not to ride the horse. Suddenly, Ying Riyao's closed eyes opened suddenly, and he felt not only Yingyi, but also the breath of a person near the carriage.

Ying Yi, although his face is cold, but he is hot-hearted. is absolutely respectful to Ying Riyao, but sometimes he will do something foolish because his heart is not hard enough.

For example, it is now.

"Young master, there is a son who said that his mother is seriously ill and has a weak mouth, and he loves to eat this Poria cake the most, and he came late, and the last two boxes were bought for us, and I want you to sell him a box, I don't know if it's okay?"

Although Yingyi is soft-hearted, it does not mean that he is not careful, seeing that the man is standing respectfully by the carriage, he quickly changed the name of the prince, and did not dare to lift the curtain, so he could only ask in a low voice through the curtain.

Ying Riyao couldn't help but shake his head, just because of Yingyi's character, he gave Yingyi to Yan Yang, if they were like him, I don't know how much danger Yan Yang would encounter.

But it is important to enter the palace at this moment, if it is not so, he will definitely reprimand him and meddle in his affairs:

"Give it!"

Although Yingyi is warm-hearted, he is really not a nosy person, but seeing that the son in front of him has a kind face and is born with a handsome appearance, he heard him say that his mother and relatives at home have been sick for a long time, and the situation is very similar to that of the son, so he had the courage to help ask.

Who knows, the prince was not annoyed, and agreed, so he hurriedly gave a box to the little boy.

The little boy took the Poria cake, respectfully paid the silver to Yingyi, and immediately smiled with a smile, a pair of heroic brows raised high, only to hear him sincerely thank:

"Then, thank you Childe and this guard for saving your life!"

Don't thank you, this is just a box of Poria cakes, which is a life-saving grace? Ying Riyao, who was sitting in the carriage, couldn't help but feel exaggerated, but because he was still thinking about entering the palace in his heart, he had no intention of taking this little episode into account.

Xu consciously did a good deed, and Ying Yiyi was a little brisk with the carriage, and even muttered unprecedentedly: "It's really like!" ”

"Like whom?" Ying Riyao listened to all directions, even the subtle sound could be captured, how could he miss Yingyi's distracted words.

Ying Yi's heart tightened, and he was always surprised by the little boy, so he unconsciously said it, but since the prince asked, he had to respond honestly: "Like Miss Zhuang." "Especially the eyebrows.

Four years ago, he and Young Master Zhuang rescued a little beggar who claimed to be Yihuai, and later helped the prince deliver a letter, and was surprised to find that the beggar was Miss Zhuang, so he was particularly impressed by her appearance.

However, a talented person, he is a teenager, how can he be compared with Miss Zhuang.

Ying Riyao is such a talent, after listening to Yingyi's words, he can guess the cause and effect in an instant, only to see him quickly hold up the curtain of the car, but the carriage has walked out of the downtown area, where can I still find a trace of Qian.

The talented person is Zhuang Dusk!

"Miss Zhuang, I should have discovered this carriage and recognized you, so I came here to test my identity." And thank you by the way!

When Ying heard this, she was quite surprised in her heart, not to mention how the prince could figure it out, this Miss Zhuang is also a god, but it was just a brief glimpse back then, and she still remembered his appearance, and she also knew how to design to come to test the identity of the prince.

"It's a subordinate who made a mistake!" Ying Yi was so twisted by a play by Zhuang Du that he had to admit it.

"Forget it, anyway, that box of Poria cake should have been bought for the same person." Thinking of Fang Cai Zhuang Duan's deliberately lowered voice, no wonder he couldn't hear it, the little girl had so many flowers.

If he has a chance, he will definitely see her true face in Lushan!

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"It turns out that the carriage and the guards belong to the prince of England!"

Yan Du carried a box of Poria cakes, wore a blue and white men's brocade robe, and walked gracefully on the bustling street.

Back then, she fled to Shengjing in desperation, but fortunately she crashed into the carriage that sent Zhuang Lin back to her home on the way, in fact, now that she thinks about it, if it weren't for the guards of the British prince who caught her, she might have been captured by Li Dong and those people to live a life that is worse than death.

"How could I have forgotten this?" She knocked on her head that she thought was still bright, and she forgot to ask her brother about the carriage and guards back then, so she left it behind, and after four years, if it weren't for today's memory of Aunt Yue's perennial cough and her love to eat this Poria cake, she would not have run to Taoyuanju, let alone meet her own life-saving benefactor.

In this way, Aunt Yue's family is kind to herself!

Yan Du looked at the Poria cake in her hand with some embarrassment, now she has no silver taels, and no one has the right to do so, how to repay the favor, just rely on this box or the Poria cake that she begged back from Aunt Yue's son? !

Alas, ashamed!

That's right! Yan Du suddenly remembered, would the prince of England guess that Zhuang Du was Yan Yihuai? I heard my brother say that his juniors and disciples are all talented people, could it be that he was so smart that he peeled off the cocoon early, guessed that he was just his words, and he also guessed that he was the culprit who destroyed Uncle Li's family, and even, I also heard from Aunt Yue that she was apprenticed to Mr. Beiguo, and along this clue, even her killing in Peach Blossom Town was clear? !

Suddenly, Yan Duan tapped his cranky brain again.

What do you think? If he could really guess, then he really was a man of God!

"Impossible!" She shook her head, leaving all her concerns behind.

Ying Riyao, the prince of the British king, should pay attention in the future, don't bump into this person!

On the Shangyuan Festival, the curfew is opened, lanterns are made in various places, women go out of the boudoir, and men walk on the street, it is easy to meet and fall in love. For thousands of years, there have been countless events that have played out today.

Taoyuanju also took advantage of the festive season to hang the concentric knot in the last two boxes of Poria cakes sold today. Who knows, it was bought by the same person, but unexpectedly, one of the boxes was bought by someone else.

In this way, the concentric knots in the Poria cake, one for the pretty girl, and the other for the handsome son, but it is a good idea of "a thousand miles of marriage".

But at this moment, the man is ruthless, the woman has no intention, and I can't understand what this concentric knot is, Rao is old age can't pull this red line, whether the fate of the two is true or false, whether it is virtual or real, probably responds to that sentence:.

The crowd looked for it thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the man was in the dim light.