Okay, you all go back, get along well and break the time, if it's okay, you can do the family affairs, if you are not satisfied, choose slowly, I will always take care of your food. Nangong Han waved his hand and said, as if he was a little helpless.

Rose opened her mouth with teary eyes: "Lord Wang, just let me stay by your side, even if I serve tea and water and be a maid for the rest of my life, the slave maid is willing." ”

Nangong Han raised his eyes slightly and said, "Your father just asked me to take care of you, and didn't say that you should take care of me." ”

"But the prince and slave are willing." The rose was prostrate and thinly dressed, looking like a delicate hyacinth swaying in the wind and rain.

Nangong Han glanced at Hu Fei and then at Mother Feng, and sighed faintly: "If you really don't like Mother Feng's son, I naturally won't force it, the rumors on the street are irrelevant to me." ”

"You can stay in the palace if you want, I will build a courtyard for you alone, and you can do whatever you want in your own courtyard, and I will ask Steward Wang to send you the expenses of food, clothing, housing and transportation every month."

Rose gritted her teeth, and the tears in her eyes couldn't fall: "The prince and the slave just want to serve by your side, don't be famous, and the prince don't drive the slave and maid away." ”

"I have Hu Fei by my side, and others don't need it, this king has hands and feet and can do a lot of things by himself, you go down first, think about how to talk to Steward Wang." Nangong Han waved his hand impatiently.

Rose is only in the middle of Ai's departure.

Hu Fei saw that the people were walking away, so he hurriedly stepped forward and said: "Mother Feng's son is not bad, and the family is also in control, so I won't be wronged by Miss Rose." ”

"Well, if you can return them to them by selling their deeds, and then give them a yard, it will be an explanation to her father."

"I don't think Miss Rose is willing." Hu Fei said.

Nangong Han lowered his head and pondered for a while: "You will deal with the rumors on the street in a while, after all, there are many people who have sacrificed their lives for the country, and the imperial court has also issued pensions." ”

"I'll go in a moment." Hu Fei stood still and did not move.

"You want to marry Rose?" Nangong Han looked him up and down and said.

Hu Fei hurriedly waved his hand and said: "Rose is not the type that lowly likes it, and Miss Rose wants to stay by the prince's side, I am afraid that she will act excessively." ”

"Then find a shadow to keep an eye on her, this king would rather be lacking."

Yan Ying racked her brains and thought about it from among the few people he didn't find a suitable candidate, and suddenly felt a chill all over her body, and looked up to see Nangong Hanshen standing in front of her unconsciously.

"The prince is very empty now, he used to come at night, but now he doesn't shy away from suspicion during the day." Yan Ying stretched out her hand and pushed a teacup on the table in front of him and said.

"You don't seem happy to see this king?" Nangong Han originally wanted to go to the palace to do something, but he came here to listen to Yuxuan out of nowhere.

"I just heard people on the street, someone reciprocated you?" Gang Ziyue told her the gossip on the street.

"Looks like you're well-informed." Nangong Han took the teacup and took a sip, it was a little peculiar, he had never drunk a similar taste before.

"What is this?" Nangong Han couldn't help but ask.

"The barley tea made by the sunset lady has added some things, and the taste is unique, if you like it, I will wrap some for you later." Yan Ying said generously.

"Yes!" Nangong Han did not refuse.

"Are you going to take me into the palace?" Yan Ying felt that Nangong Han must have nothing to do but go to the Three Treasures Palace.

"I'll pick it up tomorrow, you can get ready." Nangong Han took the barley tea on the table and said.

"Do you mind being a dad?" Yan Ying mustered up the courage to ask, maybe Nangong Han would have other ways.

Nangong glanced at Yan Ying and said, "I still like to be self-reliant in this kind of thing." ”

"Oh, that's a pity, such a good son, daughter-in-law, you missed it alive."

Nangong Han smiled at the corner of his mouth: "The Huang Guan family is not bad. ”

As he spoke, the figure flickered and disappeared.

Yan Ying didn't take it seriously, she drank the remaining tea in the cup calmly, but she was thinking about who Nangong Han was letting her into the palace for.

Ziyue at the door led Steward Huang over, Yan Ying hurriedly took out the clothes and shoes and socks made for him and said, "Uncle Huang, the new clothes I designed for you a few days ago, you are the only one in this style, you can see how good my design is." ”

Yan Ying spared no effort to sell melons.

Steward Huang smiled and took the clothes in Yan Ying's hand, in fact, she had already burst into tears, just like her mother shouted to him back then: "Steward Huang, your clothes are off the thread, change Ming'er and let Yunru sew them for you, don't look at her dancing with knives and guns, the needlework is also very tight." ”

Since her fragrance disappeared, her personal maid has also disappeared out of thin air, what happened back then.

Steward Huang has been paying attention to it all these years, but he has no idea what to do about that incident back then.

Yan Ying looked at Steward Huang, who was holding his clothes with tears in his eyes, and called softly, "Uncle Huang." ”

Yan Ying's soft call made Steward Huang shake his senses from his memories, and even if he never forgot the past, the beauty had long since disappeared.

When he was delayed, he was thinking about how to make her daughter grow up happily and safely, if she could be obsessed with her mother's affairs, even if she fought for this old life, he would not hesitate to do it.

If she just wants to live well, then he will protect her to live well.

Huang Zijun hugged the clothes in his arms and said with a wry smile: "The clothes made by the second lady must be excellent, but the second lady is afraid that it is unreasonable to make clothes for the old slave, and others are afraid that they will make irresponsible remarks when they know about it." ”

Yan Ying smiled and shook off the clothes in Steward Huang's hand, and put them on his toes for him.

It really fits very well, and this style and color make Steward Huang wear a kind of princely and general-like elegance.

Steward Huang is slightly gentle, rich and rich, I heard that Wuyi is not bad, I think his identity should not be as simple as a housekeeper, Yan Ying secretly figured it out in her heart.

It's also a stunned kung fu.

Yan Ying then smiled and said, "It seems that Mama Zhanzhang's vision is still good, and it is also appropriate to cut Uncle Huang."

Don't hide it from Uncle Huang, the style of this dress is my design, and the sewing of the clothes is made by Mama Zhang and Ziyue with a needle and a thread.

I asked them to do the same for my father, and I will send them over in a while, but Uncle Huang will keep it a secret for me. Yan Ying said with a mischievous wink of wide eyes.

"Then why did Ying'er tell me?" Huang Zijun asked with a smile.

"Because Uncle Huang is smart, I can't hide it." In Yan Ying held up her white hand.

"But the prince is not stupid." Huang Zijun said seriously.

"My dad doesn't have Uncle Huang's ears and eyes." Yan Ying said with a smile.

"You kid."

"Uncle Huang, I'm okay with cooking, but needlework is too difficult for me." Yan Ying racked her brains and still thought of her own advantages.

"Uncle Huang likes the style of this dress very much."

Steward Huang looked down at the clothes that didn't look like the ones he had worn before.

The appearance has also been improved, such as the cuffs have been tightened, and the lower body has also been designed with a suitable waist.

After such improvements, it is not only slimmer and more temperamental than the style he wears, but also much more convenient than the original style.

Steward Huang couldn't help but glance at the clothes on his body a few more times, and said happily to Yan Ying: "Zhuge Qing's daughter can indeed accumulate thick hair, you are as smart as your mother." ”

"My mother?" Yan Ying admonished.