After saying this, Tsundere Lori didn't make any other moves, and she didn't even look at Gu Huai, but just reached out and took another candied fruit from the tray held by the maid behind her.

The corners of Gu Huai's eyes twitched, thinking to himself, how greedy are you? I can't stuff my mouth and still eat?

The sudden change also made several grassland men stop their movements, and looked back at the little county lord waiting for orders, but the girl didn't speak again, just stared at Tsundere Lori's movements.

She knew her.

A few days ago, she went to the Yan Wangfu with her father, she had seen how much the Yan Wang couple loved the little county lord of the Zhongshan Palace, when her father could only stand and talk to Zhu Di, this little girl could sit, when Zhu Di was a little impatient with his father's request, this little girl could make the vassal king who controlled the hundreds of thousands of troops in the north of the Ming Dynasty laugh in one sentence.

It's all the county lord, why?

If Da Yuan hadn't withdrawn from the Central Plains back then, you would be a pariah now, and I would be you.

Women's jealousy has always been unreasonable, not to mention that in addition to her identity, Tsundere Lori is even more beautiful than her, which makes her even more aggrieved when she has always been proud.

But she still restrained the anger on her face, nodded, and said in a straight Chinese dialect: "I have seen the county lord of Zhongshan Wangfu." ”

Tsundere Lori waved her hand: "I'm not familiar, don't be polite, I've only met once in all." ”

She pointed at Gu Huai: "I have protected this person, since I am afraid of being seen, why don't you wear a veil?" ”

The girl's face twisted a little again: "Is the county lord a little unreasonable?" ”

"I'm the county lord, and you're also the county lord, don't tell me that you have to be reasonable in everything you do in the north," Tsundere Lori spat out a fruit pit, "This is the end of the matter." ”

"It's just a son-in-law, and the county lord is willing to come forward?" The girl suddenly laughed, "Could it be that the county lord and this son-in-law..."

"Some things can be said, some things can't be said, gentleman be cautious, woman... It's the same," a warm voice suddenly sounded, the crowd separated, and the chubby figure was helped out slowly, "The grassland may not pay much attention to this, but this is Beiping." ”

The waiter let go of his hand, Zhu Gaochi took a breath, restrained his smile, straightened his clothes, and arched his hand towards Tsundere Lori: "Auntie." ”

The crowd was in an uproar, and when they heard the name of the county lord before, they had a guess about the identity of Tsundere Lori and the girl, and now that they saw Zhu Gaochi solemnly saluting, they naturally understood the identity of Tsundere Lori.

The little county lord of Zhongshan Palace, the sister of Princess Yan and Princess Zhou!

For a while, seeing the sound of etiquette one after another, and seeing this scene, the girl who was secretly trained by Zhu Gaochi became more and more angry: "Da Ming prides itself on the state of etiquette, and there is only such hospitality? ”

"No guest wants to come to the door to gouge out people's eyes for no reason," Tsundere Lori stood on tiptoe and patted Zhu Chupang's shoulder, Zhu Panpang could only bend down helplessly so that she could reach: "I think this is already very polite." ”

"My father wants to make friends with the Ming Dynasty and leave me in Beiping to witness the friendship between the two countries, you are so harsh, you are not afraid of another incident?"

At this moment, Tsundere Lori and Zhu Chupang both laughed, and then the scholars who gathered around the entire poetry club couldn't help laughing, and in the laughter, only a few Mongolian men were a little at a loss.

Zhu Chupang said seriously: "It's a big deal to fight again." ”

The scholars who came around probably didn't expect that the introverted and courteous prince of Yan Wang in the past also had such a heroic side, and in the roaring applause, only the girl's face was a little miserable, yes, when they occupied the Central Plains, they didn't win against these Han people who looked weak, and now Dayuan has been driven out of Dadu, how can these words threaten them?

Her face turned pale: "I still want an explanation." ”

Zhu Gaochi frowned, what happened, when the chamberlain came over, it was obviously not a cost-effective business to offend the grassland county lord for a son-in-law, not to mention that now the grassland people seem to be scared, and they deliberately want to talk about ending the war, at this time, it is no problem to let this grassland county lord be arrogant in Beiping.

But the blame is that Tsundere Lori suddenly stood up and revealed her identity to protect the son-in-law, although he didn't know what the relationship between the aunt and the son-in-law was, but when the matter was big, he still didn't have to think about what to say and do.

If you don't stand on the side of the Ming Dynasty, do you want to hold the stinky feet of the grassland?

He reads and doesn't read stupidly.

But this grassland county lord is not a good character, the poetry club is already like this, she still needs an explanation? Is it really when Beiping or Yuan people talk and count?

Zhu Gaochi's eyes swept over the political envoy of Beiping and the former secretary of the Ministry of Rites, and saw that the two of them were just talking and laughing in a low voice, and they had no intention of coming forward, so they could only sigh: "What does the county lord want?" ”

The girl sneered and pointed at Gu Huai, who had been let go: "The Ming son-in-law is analogous to a private slave, isn't it a poetry meeting today?" Since he can also come to the poetry club, I think he has some ability, it just so happens that my father has been letting me learn the poetry and poetry of the Central Plains, whether the poems are good or not, I still know, how about I make a bet with the small county lord of Zhongshan Wangfu today? If he does a good job of poetry, this matter will be over, if the bullshit he makes is not clear..."

She withdrew her finger and looked at Tsundere Lori: "... Then I'm going to have a good talk with the merchant family he has entered, and see if I can buy him and bring him back to the grassland. ”

"But I should come up with a price that no one will refuse, what does the little county lord think?"

Tsundere Lori, who had just put the candied fruit in her mouth, was a little annoyed, but the girl opposite who was not much older than herself was too messy.

What can you do with bringing it back to the grassland? I'm afraid it's even more miserable than having my eyes gouged out.

She didn't know why she was going to watch the play, but she walked down the stairs and stopped these people, obviously that the disciple was a smart person with unclean hands and feet, she didn't like such a person, why did she stand up for him?

There are more and more people coming around, should they continue to refute the face of the grassland county lord on the other side?

Zhu Gaochi didn't give her a chance to speak again, and turned to Gu Huai: "What do you think?" ”

Gu Huai, who had been silent, was a little surprised, this voice was very calm and gentle, and he would be consulted at this time, it seems that Zhu Gaochi's reputation in Beiping is not groundless.

Even the prince of Yan Wang, who is accustomed to politics, is unexpectedly still the backbone of some scholars.

Gu Huai arched his hand: "I've seen the prince... I really can't make poetry under it. ”

There was an uproar, and the scholars who gathered around looked at each other, no one thought that Gu Huai would be so unbelievable.

Do you do a good job of making poetry... In the end, isn't it Zhu Gaochi who has the final say? It's clear that it's a step, as long as Zhu Gaochi praises a few words, will the grassland girl still be able to make trouble when the time comes? Symbolically, are you still humble?

Of course, Gu Huai, who was silent again, knew what they were thinking, and the corners of his mouth were also a little bitter, could it be that he didn't want to make poems to fool this inexplicable disaster? But according to his level, to make a lame limerick poem, it is really going to be a big problem.

Do you want to let them see and see, and those who have passed the show are at this level?