Wei Xiao saw the prince's expression, and he didn't dare to say the rest of the words.

He understood the prince's thoughts, and he had put a lot of thought into it for the county lord of Zhaoping recently. But today's King Jin is so strong, it seems to be a declaration to the lord of Zhaoping, and he doesn't give the prince face at all.

The prince was tempted by the woman for the first time, and he was afraid that he would return home.

Zhao Chen glanced at him lightly, "If there's anything else, let's talk about it."

Wei Xiao stubbornly reported, "The prince asked the humble post to send the clothes to the Dingguo Mansion, and the King of Jin sent people to retreat, saying that the Jin Prince's Mansion will not lack the use of the lord of Zhaoping County, and the prince's will keep these to honor the elders."

Zhao Chen's eyes were a little colder, and his face was covered with a layer of frost.

"King Jin sent clothes to the county lord of Zhaoping, what is the reason for it?"

Wei Xiao couldn't bear the cold anger around the prince, he secretly adjusted his breathing, and said with difficulty, "Go back to the prince, I didn't give a reason."

"I won't even give one of them." Zhao Chen sneered, "The lonely Seventh Emperor Uncle is really not an ordinary person."

Wei Xiao didn't dare to answer.

King Jin is indeed very unusual.

He originally thought that he was the first guard of the imperial city, and the guards of the palaces of the princes and nobles, one of them counted as one, and none of them were his opponents.

This is also the confidence of the prince to take him alone every time he goes out.

But that Ye Chang himself has never paid attention to it, but he can easily defeat him. And what about Luo Ping?

He didn't even dare to think about it.

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After crying and laughing, Han Youning's heart was extremely happy, and his steps became lighter.

She suddenly felt that she was really alive.

Not an empty shell, not a walking corpse. She is a living person, flesh and blood, joys and sorrows, and people who protect her.

After accompanying Zhao Chengyuan for lunch, Han Youning went to the small kitchen. She wants to make glutinous rice osmanthus cake for Zhao Chengyuan.

Since he wanted to eat hot, she would make it for him, but she was still a little worried about his body.

Zhao Chengyuan followed her and entered the small kitchen.

He stood aside and watched Han Youning busy.

Han Youning saw that he didn't just come to take a look, but seemed to stay here all the time.

She smiled, "The gentleman is far away from the cook, the prince."

Zhao Chengyuan took the fine sieve in her hand, sifted the glutinous rice flour, and said, "The gentleman can't bear to see the death of the beast and go far away from the cook, and he can't bear to eat its meat when he hears it. But outside of cooking, he eats meat and drinks blood, and he is very happy, this kind of hypocrite, he doesn't do it."

Han Youning praised with a smile, "The prince is free and easy, and the true gentleman is also."

Zhao Chengyuan smiled lightly and shook his head, "Girl, I'm not a gentleman."

How can a person who wanders between the world and hell be a gentleman.

How can a person whose hands are stained with blood and countless souls under the sword be a gentle gentleman with boundless wind and moon.

Han Youning looked up at him.

She suddenly remembered that he had carried a sword to Cangyuan Mountain, and he had rushed into the prince's mansion with a sword stained with blood.

Such a person does not seem to consider himself a gentleman.

That peerless gentle gentleman is just a perfect mask for him in front of the world.

She smiled, "It doesn't matter if you are a gentleman or not, an immortal or a demon, you are my brother."

Zhao Chengyuan pursed his lips and turned his head, and saw a frank smiling face.

This is a very ironing sentence, if there is no second half of the sentence.

Among his father's children, he was the youngest, but he had no younger siblings.

His thin lips twitched, "Keep working."

Turning around, I concentrated on sifting the glutinous rice flour.

Han Youning smiled and responded, very brotherly.

The glutinous rice cake was steamed, and Han Youning took four of them out and put them on a plate and put them on a small table.

If you can't give too much, what should I do if I ask for a doctor in the middle of the night?

"The prince will eat it here while it's hot, it's the most delicious thing to eat in the kitchen.

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"Looks like you're stealing food from the kitchen."

Zhao Chengyuan smiled and took a bench to sit down, and when he saw the four soft little glutinous rice dumplings on the plate, the smile on his face faded, "Only four?"

"Two for each person."

"Two?" Zhao Chengyuan sighed, "Girl, my body is not so weak."

Han Youning also sighed, in the end, no one dared to care about him, so let him be reckless.

She took out her grandmother's tone of teaching her, and said earnestly, "The prince is getting older, so you still need to pay more attention. It is always good to temper some, so that you don't grow old and suffer."

Zhao Chengyuan frowned, is he very old?

It's just six years older than her, and if you calculate it carefully, it's still a peer.

Speaking of which, Zhao Chen is older, two years older than him.

Thinking of this, he raised his brows slightly, picked up the glutinous rice osmanthus cake and ate it.

Han Youning moved a small bench to sit beside him, and also took one to eat.

It's a lot like when you're in the mountains.

"Girl, do you have any scruples that you are afraid of the prince?" Zhao Chengyuan asked.

Han Youning swallowed the glutinous rice cake, hugged his knees with his arms, and did not say a word.

Even if it's her brother, she can't say.

Even if you say it, it's useless.

Zhao Chengyuan looked at the small ball of glutinous rice dumplings beside him, and gently persuaded, "He is a man, if you get entangled with him, you will inevitably suffer a loss." You tell me that it's not that hard?"

Han Youning shook his head, "I can do it myself, if I need the help of the prince, I will tell you."

Zhao Chengyuan looked at her deeply.

What is the secret that makes her so tight-lipped.

He sighed, but he didn't push her again.

Well, he just had to worry a little more.

Zhao Chengyuan didn't stay any longer, and left with Luo Ping.

Han Youning sent him to the Hanging Flower Gate, and waited until his figure was no longer visible, and then walked back.

She walked slowly, and the grass and trees in the Guogong Mansion became cute.

Even the scattered dead leaves on the treetops are particularly smart and pleasing to look at.

Why didn't you pay attention to it before?

A yellow-clothed maid came over to greet her, "County Lord, old lady, please go to Chunhui Hall."

Han Youning walked lightly to Chunhui Hall.

There were only Mrs. Han and Han Qingwan in the room, and this Chunhui Hall was becoming more and more deserted.

Han Youning asked for peace quite perfunctorily, and without waiting for Mrs. Han to speak, he sat on the Taishi chair on the side.

It is said that all men sit on this Taishi chair, and women sit on brocade stools.

But Han Youning is the county lord, and although Mrs. Han is depressed, she can't find fault with it.

If there is a disturbance, who knows if his son will suffer again?

Han Rui lost his official, lost his daughter-in-law, and almost lost his life, isn't it all the result of provoking this plague god?

Han Youning smiled and asked, "The old lady came to me, did she stare at me like this?"

She touched her arm, "Somehow, it feels eerie?"

Old Madam Han became more and more depressed and out of breath, but she felt that this dead girl suddenly became full of confidence and arrogant!

really found the big backer of King Jin!

I don't know what ugly things I did in private!

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