Youhuan sat on the edge of the bed, clinging to the edge of the bed with both hands, her bare feet dangling, a dry cloth towel covering the top of her wet hair, and a pair of deer eyes that seemed to have been washed by water were a little distracted.

The sound of water behind the screen sounded, and the figure behind it could be faintly seen.

You Huan reached out and touched the side of his neck, when he looked in the mirror just now, there were still two very shallow bite marks here, although the tooth marks had disappeared at this time, but You Huan still felt that this place was as hot as if it had just been branded.

"What are you thinking, why hasn't your hair been dried yet?" The lotus fragrance with a hint of coolness is close to Youhuan.

Youhuan took the cloth towel off her head, raised her head and looked at Zhao Huajin softly, "Your Highness, just ...... it"

I'd rather take a cold shower than touch her, isn't there something wrong with Your Highness? You Huan's gaze at Zhao Huajin gradually became suspicious.

"Not what you think." Zhao Huajin seemed to know how to read minds, and gently tapped Youhuan's head.

Youhuan puffed out her mouth dissatisfied, Zhao Huajin took a cloth towel and wiped her hair, and said, "This palace is waiting for you." ”

Youhuan was like an obedient cat, letting Zhao Huajin rub it on top of her head, and then listened to Zhao Huajin again: "When do you want to marry into the East Palace." ”

You Huan sighed softly, blinked her eyes, and said bluntly: "I really haven't thought about it." ”

"Then think about it now."

Youhuan pouted, looking a little lonely, and couldn't help but look away, staring at the felt spread on the ground for a long time without speaking.

"If you marry me, doesn't Your Highness think I'm a burden?"

Youhuan counted carefully, "I grew up in the capital, grew up in the palace, and I have been a pampered county lord since I was born, and I don't need to worry about anything." It's not wrong to say that I'm like a canary, because I grew up in this golden cage. ”

"Without this golden cage, I have nothing."

Youhuan's fingertips clasped tightly on the edge of the bed, her voice was soft and soft, but it was difficult to hide her loneliness.

"Well, so Hongu is waiting for you." Zhao Huajin patiently helped You Huan re-straighten the messy hair on the top of her head, and as if she had found new fun, she took a strand of You Huan's long hair and braided it.

"You won't have nothing without this golden cage, you can do a lot of things, you will have a bright future, and you will stand on top of 10,000 people again." Youhuan not only has a good-looking skin, her talent and her courage are beyond ordinary people.

It's just that he hasn't had a chance to show it, just like a pearl covered with a black cloth, and Zhao Huajin is the only one who peeks into the corner of the light under the black cloth.

"You don't have to worry, this palace will wait for you." Baili Youhuan just needs a little more time, and sooner or later she will be radiant.

The assassination of the second prince of the Ye Dynasty and Wu Changlin failed, and the emperor and queen were in the palace for a few days before relieving themselves.

The sentence of the second prince has also come down, and ten days later, Ling Chi showed the public, and Zhao Huajin's eyes were slightly condensed when he heard the will of Emperor Rong.

Wu Changlin had a hint that the vacancy of Wu Desi's position had become the most concerned thing for the courtiers, and the princelings all recommended Ling Jian to serve in their hearts, but without the consent of the prince, everyone could only hold it in their hearts and not mention it in front of Emperor Rong.

"Isn't there a single one of the hundreds of generals who is suitable for the Martial Arts Division?" Emperor Rong was dressed in bright yellow clothes, and his face was not very good after recovering from a serious illness.

Zhao Huajin lowered his eyes and did not respond.

Zhao Que glanced at Zhao Huajin, and then stepped out and said, "Father, there is a suitable candidate in the heart of the son." ”

"Tell me about it."

"The youngest martial champion in the Ye Dynasty, Su Jingsheng."