Jiang Sleeve Zhu avoided Han Zai's gaze, walked over to him and sat down, pondered for a while, and said, "I'll tell you the truth, the prince is not allowed to be angry with me. ”

Han Jae put down the teacup in his hand and turned his head sideways at her.

Jiang Sleeve Zhu concisely told her about the deal she reached with Yongmaobo.

Han Zai's eyes revealed a little coldness, as if there was broken ice floating on it, he lifted his thin lips lightly, and sneered, "You can really bend and stretch." ”

Jiang Sleeve Zhu couldn't hear that he was mocking himself, pursed his mouth, and looked at him innocently, "You asked, I just said it!" ”

After a pause, her eyes like washed water flashed with a hint of flattering smile lines, hugged his arm and begged, "I'm worried that the He family will secretly keep his hand, withhold a letter or two, and wait for the next time to threaten me, can you ...... it?"

Han Jae refused before she could finish speaking, "No! ”

The smile on Jiang Sleeve Zhu's face suddenly dispersed, and he pursed his mouth and stared at him, "If you don't help me, then I'll go to Song Li to find a way." With that, she got up and was about to leave.

Han Zaiming knew that she was angry with him, but when he heard that she was going to find Song Li, his heart was still suffocated, and he said with a cold face, "Stop!" ”

Jiang Sleeve Zhu turned his head to look down at Han Zai, and deliberately asked, "Has the prince changed his mind?" ”

Han Zai's face was full of frost, and his thin lips were lightly lifted, "Song Li is just a small official of the Criminal Department, you go to him, what good way can he come up with for you!" ”

Jiang Sleeve Zhu saw that there was a vague sense of loosening between his expressions, and immediately borrowed the slope to get off the donkey, "Then this matter will be wrapped up in the prince!" ”

Han Zai sneered, "This king said he was going to promise you?" ”

Jiang sleeve beads twisted his thin waist, sat down on his lap, his soft arms wrapped around his neck, his eyes were like stars, looking at him brightly, and said softly, "The prince is the regent of Daqing, Ze is the people, and the concubine is now in dire straits, so you naturally won't sit idly by and let your people suffer, aren't you?" ”

The last three words were like a warbler, and at the same time, the small hook in his eyes hooked Han Zai's gaze.

Han Zai's scorching palm slid up and down her delicate waistline, and his eyes looking at her were extremely profound, "If this king helps you, how can you repay this king?" ”

Jiang Sleeve's eyes rolled, and he smiled into his ear and whispered a few words.

Han Zai's eyes deepened, he held her thin waist hard and pressed it against him, looking at her eyes for a moment, "Did you also say this to Song Li?" The same sachets, does he have them too? ”

Jiang Sleeve beads were tightly pressed against Han Zai, she could feel his forbearance, depression and stiffness, and shook her head at him, "No." ”

Han Zai suddenly lowered his eyelids, lifted a strand of her black and silky hair, and looked threatening, "If you dare to deceive this king, after giving birth to a child, I will send you to Miaochun Nunnery as a sister-in-law." ”

Myoharu-an was built on the top of the hill of Jotenji Temple, and inside it were the waste concubines of the royal family who had made mistakes, all of whom had shaved their hair and worked day and night.

Jiang Sleeve felt a chill down her spine just listening, and she glanced at Han Zai in a sneering manner, "Really? ”

"You can listen to it seriously."

Jiang Sleeve Zhu was suddenly glad that when she met Song Li, she only drew countless cakes for him in letters, but she never had ear and sideburn grinding.

And it was time to go to bed.

Han Jae picked up Jiang Sleeve Beads and walked to the bed.

Although Jiang Sleeve Zhu tried his best to appease, Han Zai had anger in his heart, and Jiang Sleeve Bead almost bit a mouthful of silver teeth before he could restrain his torture.

At the end, she leaned on his arms, her white fingertips gently drew circles on his chest, and the urn said in a loud voice, "Have you ever thought about what if I give birth to a girl at that time?" ”

Han Jae looked at her sideways, "What do you want?" ”

"If it's a girl, it would be nice if you could pretend to be a prince."

Han Zai didn't expect Jiang Sleeve Zhu to have such a rebellious thought, he pondered for a moment, stroked her round shoulder, and said, "The female fetus is enough to save your life, and it will be safer for you to live in Cining Palace by supporting a clan at that time." ”

Jiang Sleeve Zhu frowned, "It's safer to do this, but the princess wants to be friendly after all, the Western Regions is bitterly cold, I'm afraid I won't be reluctant when the time comes." ”

Han Jae hugged Jiang Sleeve Bead tightly, "No one dares to force my Han Jae's daughter to kiss!" ”

Jiang Sleeve said in his heart, this is not necessarily, when he gets tired of her in the future, marries the princess regent, and has a group of children, where will he have the leisure to take care of their mother and daughter.

But on his face, he was smiling, "The prince treats me so well!" ”

Regarding Jiang Sleeve Zhu's praise, Han Jae did not say a word.

After dawn, Jiang Zhizhu had just finished breakfast, and Liruo came in and said, "Niangniang, Yongmao Bo asks to see you." ”

Jiang Sleeve Zhu's face was slightly cold, and he lowered his face and said, "Bring him in." When the words fell, she glanced at Xingjun, and Xingjun immediately called someone to withdraw the breakfast.

After Yongmao Bo entered, he arched his hand and saluted respectfully.

Jiang Sleeve Zhu glanced at him without anger, "Uncle doesn't have to be polite, did you bring everything?" ”

Yongmaobo took out a few letters from his sleeve and carefully handed them to Liruo on the side.

Liruo glanced at the familiar envelope that had been burned off, and then presented it to Jiang Sleeve Bead with a responsible face.

Jiang Sleeve Zhu recognized at a glance that it was the letter she had written to Song Li in the past, pinching the fingertips of the envelope couldn't help but turn slightly white, she raised her head and looked at Uncle Yongmao, "I received it from the East and West Palace, uncle, please go back." ”

Yongmaobo raised his head, nervously tempted, "What the mother promised before ......"

"This palace will not break its promise, but if Miss Lu refuses to stop, this palace will not be able to guarantee you." When the words fell, she glanced at Liruo.

Liruo immediately walked towards Yongmaobo and led him outward.

Before Yongmao Bo walked out of the main hall, he glanced back at Jiang Sleeve Zhu uneasily.

Jiang Sleeve Zhu watched Yong Mao Bo walk away, and suddenly chuckled, "Xingjun, you said that the look he looked back at was worried about my thoughtfulness in the deep palace, or was he afraid that I would regret it, and Jiang Huaizhu would continue to be bullied." ”

Xingjun looked at his master, his lips squirmed, but he didn't say anything.

Jiang Sleeve beads lowered his eyes, and his eyes were full of mockery.

Although he was her biological father, he was nothing more.

At night, the palace of the long steps.

Qin Zhen walked in from outside with a box in his hand, "Lord Wang, the secret guard has taken the things that Mrs. Yongmao has taken out," he said, and presented the box forward.

Han Zai's slightly gloomy gaze fell on the box, and Qin Zhen consciously retreated.

After a long time, Han Jae opened the box, and there were three letters lying inside, the envelopes seemed to have been burned by fire and soaked in water, yellow, and crumpled.

Han Jae stretched out his long knobby finger and took out a letter, and when he opened it, there was familiar handwriting inside......