Zhao Yuanjing walked into Pingle Yuan and raised his hand.

Liu Dequan hurriedly stopped.

This is to let him wait outside.

The palace people who came in and out all the way were busy kneeling down and saluting.

Zhao Yuanjing frowned.

Where are there so many palace people, and the Pingle Garden is neither quiet nor harmonious.

"All out." He said.

The palace people who came to ask for rewards hurriedly withdrew.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is here, who dares to come to beg for it.

Pingle Garden quieted down in the blink of an eye.

Zhao Yuanjing walked up the stairs, opened the hanging curtain, and was greeted by a faint fragrance.

It's this familiar scent again.

Zhao Yuanjing didn't like it very much.

The furnishings in the house are as clean and elegant as ever, which is not quite the same as the magnificence of the rest of the palaces.

The owner of this house seems to be more interested in comfort and is not interested in so-called luxury.

Bypassing the screen, Yun Dai was sitting cross-legged on the Taishi chair, flipping through the book with her left hand, and eating the cut melons and fruits with her right hand holding a bamboo stick. Her eyes were fixed on the book, and she forgot to put a grape in her mouth when she held it up.

At the table, red beans and jade bamboo are sorting out fabrics, jewelry, and other things.

I didn't see Baoxing's father-in-law.

This made Zhao Yuanjing's mood inexplicably a little better.

He walked lightly, walked over to Yun Dai, took the grapes from her hand, and threw them in his mouth.

Yun Dai read the book and watched it intently, but before she noticed it, after a while, she sent the bamboo stick to her mouth and was pierced to her lips, and then raised her head in surprise.

Zhao Yuanjing waved his hand at the red bean and jade bamboo.

Red Bean and Yuzhu hurriedly put down their things and hung their heads and withdrew.

Zhao Yuanjing sat down and looked at Yun Dai.

She wore a thin gown, with slender arms faintly visible, and no makeup all over her body, making her look clean and delicate.

He kindly wanted to hug her, but thought that he had rushed all the way back, and his clothes were all covered with dust and sweat without changing, so he held back again.

"Your Highness is back." Yun Dai put down the book and bamboo sticks and saluted him.

Although the last time they met, they were still in a cold war, but after all, he let her see Yan'er and helped her find Yan'er.

Yun Dai is not an uninteresting person.

When people are under the eaves, they have to bow their heads.

Zhao Yuanjing found a chair and sat down, his eyes swept over her fair and delicate face, and asked, "How is your arm?" ”

"It's much better." Yun Dai raised her hand and said with a smile, "I can already eat by myself." ”

Zhao Yuanjing nodded and stopped talking.

Yun Dai saw that he was wearing a riding uniform and asked, "Your Highness, is this going out?" ”

Zhao Yuanjing was stunned, looked down at himself, and said unhappily: "The master just came back!" I came to see you before I went back to change my clothes, you woman didn't know anything about it. ”

Yun Dai was a little embarrassed.

In fact, she didn't want him to come here at all, and she didn't want to see him.

"Won't pour a cup of tea?" Zhao Yuanjing looked at her.

Yun Dai hurriedly went to carry the pot and pour the tea and delivered it to him.

Zhao Yuanjing took a sip of tea and said, "You don't have anything to say to me?" ”

Yun Dai said: "Thank you, Your Highness, for helping me save Yan'er." ”

Zhao Yuanjing was silent for a moment and said, "If I hadn't forced you to stay, your son would not have been in danger." You don't hate me? ”

"No, it won't." Yun Dai smiled.

This is a bit against my will.

Although her soul is not from this era, she is better at cooking and has a broader vision at best. If she wants to confront the imperial power here, she can only kill herself.

If the prince wants her, can she still fight to the death?

Yun Dai's eyes turned cold when she thought so. I feel that women living in such a feudal society are really eight lifetimes of blood mold.