"You're helping me?"

Nanmen looked flustered for a second, but directly denied it.

"It's not to help you, that dead man has some valuable objects on him, and I need money."

Zheng Nianru didn't believe it, but she didn't break it, she saved the boy's life, of course she could afford this help. It's just that Zheng Nianru feels a little funny about this feeling, just like her seductions in the previous life, and the temptation is redundant.

Yes, in addition to this extra move, it was also a headache for her in the end.

"In this case, then there is no need to follow me in the future, and there is no need to mix in my affairs. With a small body like yours, a few eunuchs can kill you. Zheng Nianru turned around and left.

Nan Menyu impulsively grabbed the girl's sleeve, and the soft gauze and thin and slender wrist immediately changed from fantasy to real feeling in his mind. The young man had no time to be in a trance like this, his face was flushed, and he only had the words Zheng Nianru's small body just now in his mind.

"I'm fourteen, and I'm at the age when you Nan Zhengguo can get married." Nanmenyu spoke.

Zheng Nianru raised her eyebrows, huh, and then what? Before she died, Nanmenyu didn't have a wife.

"Then you have to eat more, at least look bigger than the fourth prince to look like a ...... who can marry"

Before Zheng Nianru's words were finished, the young man suddenly approached, impulsively trying to block Zheng Nianru's mouth, and the fact was done, the young man's lips had just touched the incredible softness of that petal, and the next moment a world immediately changed in his mind, and the touch invaded his reason, and he couldn't wait to swallow it into his stomach in an orderly manner.

Fudong's legs trembled, almost screaming, his face turned pale, this, this......

Zheng Nianru was stunned for a moment, and when the aftertaste came, he vaguely remembered the taste of youth, as clear as licorice, and the saltiness blown by the sea breeze came to his face, but this memory was a little irritated by this mess.

Zheng Nianru, who came back to her senses, grabbed the young man's neck with one hand, and attacked the city and conquered the enemy, skillfully looking for the familiar taste, like a hidden wine, just waiting for the mellow fragrance at the moment when she lifted the lid.

The foot that Fu Dong stepped out of was retracted, and then slowly took a step back and lowered his head.

The wind blew slowly, and a whirlpool of wind blew off a few young leaves from the trees, and the leaves swirled and fell to the ground, as if everything was calm again.

Zheng Nianru let go of his hand, glanced at the young man with a confused look, turned around and walked back, and Fu Dong immediately followed.

The boy stood stunned in the night, the cold wind seemed to make him a little awake, the previous was not a dream, but real......

……

The breath of early spring woke up the entire Prince's Mansion with warm winds, blowing the water surface of Siyan Lake, and the busy Prince's Mansion gradually returned to calm after the morning sweeping.

The area of the prince's mansion is not small, but the prince has not married a wife, and all the courtyards in the backyard are empty, except for the slaves and maids and grandmothers who are swept in each courtyard.

And the place where the prince stayed the most was the study in the front yard, the study and the backyard across the lake, which disappointed the maids who were competing to enter the prince's mansion, and after entering the prince's mansion, they never saw the prince again.

Compared with the desertion of the backyard, the front yard is much more lively. Several cooks in the kitchen house in the east courtyard have excellent kung fu, in addition to the main meal, a few pastries, snacks are a must, and there is even a tailoring workshop, each of the embroidery girls in it is handy.

It's just that in the past few days, these embroiderers and cooks have also felt a little different, and it seems that they have been idle for a while.

The incense on front of the enshrined "needle god" has not been broken for a day, but the embroidery girls faintly feel that there is a crisis. On weekdays, they are afraid of the unreasonable county lord, completely ignoring their hard work, and the slightest dissatisfaction will be ruined and restarted. But now, it was found that the county lord had not "embarrassed" them for several days.

At night, the prince took people back to the palace, and the prince's mansion was busy for a moment, and the cooks who prepared the ingredients were about to show their skills, but they were told that the prince had eaten in the palace before returning.

Qizhu held a red nanmu official suitcase and placed it on the bookcase.

Zheng Songyuan changed his clothes, only wearing an indigo brocade robe and a single jacket, and the hair crown on his head had been replaced by a homely jade crown, his eyes swept over the neat pen and ink on the desk, and he was a little stunned.

Everything is so good that it makes people irritated by the neatness. At this sight, no one has used the pen and ink, the gentleman's orchid branches on the case are hanging low, and every item in the study has been carefully cared for, neat and full of vitality, but there is a lack of that smart atmosphere.

Qizhu immediately didn't dare to speak, in the past few days, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has been silent for more and more time when he enters the study, why he doesn't have to guess to know.

Because the county lord had never come, Qi Zhu had already quietly glanced at Steward Hu as soon as he returned to the Prince's Mansion, and he knew that the county lord had not come today with a dejected look on his face.

Qizhu didn't know what was going on between the county lord and His Royal Highness, but the county lord seemed to have disappeared from the prince's mansion all of a sudden.

He ordered to pack up his changed clothes and walked in, and as soon as he entered the door, he found that the atmosphere was a little tense.

"Your Highness, I just arrived at the south bank today to pay tribute to the pineapple, and my subordinates thought that the county lord liked to eat it, so I asked people to send it over before noon." He ordered the folds to be taken out of the official suitcase and placed on the desk in order.

Zheng Songyuan didn't open his mouth when he heard this, the things of the past few days have passed countless times, and the news of the punishment of Qi Jin and Qi Yu has already been spread, how many days should it be, why didn't she come?

So the only thing that remains may be what Duanwang said?

It's just that Zheng Songyuan thought that King Duan would not find anything, he tried it several times, and King Duan's mouth was not missing anything except for thanking him for taking care of his thoughts.

Zheng Songyuan remembered that the last time in Qishun Building, there was nothing in Yin and Yin, and he even, even ......

Zheng Songyuan put down the fold, and his order was taken aback, but he didn't know how to open his mouth to persuade him.

Steward Hu carefully held a bowl of soup, wanted to come in at the door, was frozen by the atmosphere in the room, and wanted to slip away but was steadied by Zheng Songyuan's sudden sweeping gaze.

"Your Highness, let's have some supper, oh, the embroidered girls' new single clothes, the pattern slave has never seen it to this day, and it is fresh and good-looking." Steward Hu put down the soup and quickly brought in the clothes from the attendants outside the house.

Zheng Songyuan's gaze swept over the single clothes, his face became calmer, what fresh patterns, just work on these, I don't know how many days I thought about it, and how much effort it took to embroider the girl.

"Put it down." Zheng Songyuan sat down again, he paid too much attention to it, there were times when he didn't come before, maybe it was older, there were always some girls' own things.

Qi Ling breathed a sigh of relief, collected the clothes, and put them away properly, this single dress can be seen at a glance is the craftsmanship of the county lord, otherwise who will embroider these strange lines, even if they go out to find the same one, they can't find it, the county lord has a heart.