Mr. Zhao has been sitting in the study and didn't dare to go out, judging from the situation of the prince and the princess, he always feels that things are not good.

Seeing that the sun is about to set, why hasn't the prince and the princess reached an agreement yet? If the South City Gate was really blown up by the princess, he would have no place to complain!

When the maid came to pass the word, Mr. Zhao was pacing back and forth, trying to come up with a complete solution.

Mr. Zhao, who had been passed on, ran to the conference hall in a hurry, and finally a little smile appeared on his face, it seems that the prince and the princess should have negotiated, maybe he was rumored to let him deliver the news to those beggars.

On the steps, Mr. Zhao came to an emergency brake, stood still, and waited for his rapid breathing to calm down before he asked in the hall: "Lord Wang, can the lower officials come in?" ”

Jun Lan glanced at Ye Feiyan, who was sitting opposite him and ignored him, knowing that she was still angry just now, so he smiled and shouted at the door: "Come in!" ”

Mr. Zhao walked to the table and saluted Ye Feiyan first, "Princess, the lower official has eyes and does not know Mount Tai, and he has offended a lot, please don't remember the villain, forgive the lower official." Although he is a martial artist, the prince looked at the princess and told him that this princess is not so simple.

When he came in, Ye Feiyan was already sitting with a serious expression, and after seeing him salute, he nodded at him, "Excuse me, this matter is a little misunderstanding between me and your prince, and it has nothing to do with you, so I can't talk about forgiveness or not." ”

When Zhao Zongbing heard this, he was overjoyed, according to the princess's meaning, even if the South City Gate was bombed, it was the prince's business, and it had nothing to do with him.

The expression on Mr. Zhao's face relaxed, turned around slightly, and faced Jun Lan, "Lord Wang, you summoned the lower officials, I don't know what to order?" ”

Jun Lan looked at Mr. Zhao, who had just entered the door with a nervous face, but at this time he looked relaxed, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, "Mr. Zhao, today's beggar's rebellion still needs you to write an official document and play it to the court." ”

Mr. Zhao's face instantly wrinkled into a big bun, could it be that the prince and the princess have not yet negotiated, why do you still want him to write an official document to play the court, "Prince, isn't this a successful rebellion, this also needs to be written and played?" ”

Mr. Zhao secretly looked up at Wang Ye's face, huh? It seems that the face is bright, and the illness doesn't look like an unnegotiated expression?

"Of course, the official document has to be written, but you don't need to deliver it after it is written, just hand it over to me to take back."

Mr. Zhao was bitter in his heart, thinking that he could write the ins and outs of this rebellion in the official document, but if he wanted to hand it over to the prince, could he still write the truth?

"Yes, the lower official will write it." Although my heart is bitter, I still have to write official documents.

Mr. Zhao, who had thought through thoroughly, turned around and prepared to go back to write official documents.

"Wait, you ordered someone to prepare some clothes for the princess."

Mr. Zhao turned around, looked at Junlan in confusion, and then at Ye Feiyan, didn't he already prepare a set? Since the princess is not ready to be replaced, why should she prepare?

"Mr. Zhao, you instructed people to prepare as many sets of clothes as possible that are easy to change." Ye Feiyan was afraid that General Soldier Zhao would prepare a few more sets of cumbersome clothes, so she added.

Mr. Zhao suddenly realized, it turned out that the princess disliked the set of clothes that was too cumbersome, so she didn't change them, and when the princess changed her lovely clothes, maybe she wouldn't be angry anymore, and he didn't have to write official documents.

Yes, go to prepare clothes first, Zhao Zongbing secretly enjoyed himself in his heart, quickly answered yes, and walked out of the conference hall.

Mr. Zhao found the housekeeper of the needlework room, and now it was too late to make a time, so he told her to go to the ready-to-wear shop and choose a few sets of relatively simple, but high-quality fabrics.

When the housekeeper's mother-in-law was about to go out, Mr. Zhao's heart lit up, and he added.