Out of Ninghui Hall, on the way back to Jinhe Hall, Ling'er was excited and regretful.

"Miss is really amazing, a few words scared the old lady to vomit blood, why is she so afraid of you?"

"Oh, it's a pity I can't scare her to death. Otherwise, stay a little longer, and it's useless for the Imperial Doctor to come!"

Han Youning was also aggrieved in her heart, Old Madam Han had always been mentally tough, and it was rare to have such a chance to collapse, but she didn't dare to stimulate her.

She glanced lazily at Ling'er, "We're still outside, you can be louder, and the whole house will hear it."

Ling'er was immediately silenced.

But after a moment, she whispered again, "There's a young lady, it's okay to hear it, don't be afraid of them!"

Han Youning sighed.

This maid always has the confidence of "my young lady is the best in the world", I'm afraid she can't change it.

Ye Chang walked in front with a lamp doggedly, "County Lord, don't worry, no one can hear it, and everyone nearby has been cleared by Duan Yi."

Han Youning praised, "Duan Yi has always been a stuffy person."

He didn't need her to tell anything, so he quietly did everything he could for her. But she could barely hear his voice, or even feel his presence.

Ye Chang slapped himself in the face in annoyance, too much!

Ling'er asked curiously, "Brother Ye, what are you doing with yourself?"

"There are mosquitoes!" Ye Chang said angrily.

"It's so cold and there are mosquitoes?" Ling'er looked at Ye Chang suspiciously, always feeling that this guard was not normal.

When their maids were doing needlework, Ye Chang also liked to lean up to them and ask strange things like "Why can't you prick your fingers". Could it be that he will cut himself when he practices the sword?

Ye Chang didn't want to speak.

The career path suddenly felt gray.

After returning to the small cross courtyard, Ye Chang's eyes lit up and he rushed into the room vigilantly.

A moment later he came out as if nothing had happened, yawning and climbing up the jujube tree, "Make up for sleep!"

Han Youning gave him a strange look and went back to the room.

There is a cold bamboo fragrance in the room, which drives away the dryness caused by the charcoal fire.

Her eyes moved slightly, and she suddenly understood why Ye Chang was so weird.

She turned to Ling'er and said, "You can rest and go, you don't need to be on duty at night."

Although Miss often doesn't have to be on duty at night, Ling'er is still a little surprised, "Miss, you haven't washed yet."

Han Youning said, "I'm not without hands and feet, there is hot water on the stove, just come by myself."

Miss is getting more and more capable now!

Ling'er sighed and went back to the West Wing.

Han Youning went to the study, and saw Zhao Chengyuan standing next to the bookcase with a smile, wearing a black fox draped over his body, his posture was majestic and upright, pure and gorgeous, and he had a sense of oppression that looked at everything.

The dark eyes that looked at her were soaked in the night, becoming deeper and darker, and captivating people's souls.

He looks too good in black?

She, who watched him grow up and treat him as an elder brother, inevitably fluttered and her heart beat like a drum.

Zhao Chengyuan smiled and looked at the little girl who was a little stunned, "You are clever, how do you know that I am here?"

Naturally, I smell your fragrance!

Han Youning pretended to be calm and walked up to him, "I see that Ye Chang seems to have noticed something wrong and ran into the room, but he quickly went out. The only person who can make him defenseless is the prince."

Zhao Chengyuan praised with a smile, "Well, smart."

He raised his hand to untie her cloak, and his slender jade hand was close to his nose, with a faint scent of soaphorn.

Han Youning's body was a little stiff and uncomfortable, but seeing that his lowered gaze was clear and soft, he relaxed again.

Zhao Chengyuan hung her cloak on the hanger, untied her big coat again, and hung it aside.

He was wearing a moon-white brocade robe, but Han Youning was used to it, and he was a little more gentle and soft.

Han Youning raised his head and asked him, "Why did the prince come quietly?"

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Zhao Chengyuan smiled, "I want to come and see you, there is no one in the Dingguo Mansion who can receive me, so it is better to come over directly and save some trouble."

Han Youning knew that the Dingguo Mansion was defending, and it was strict. Zhao Chengyuan came and went so freely as if he was following his own house, he really slapped her father in the face.

She asked, "Is there a place where the prince can't go?"

Zhao Chengyuan thought about it quite seriously and replied very seriously, "No."

"Bragging. When my uncle returns, I will ask him to re-defend the house and build it into an iron wall." Han Youning sat down across from him and smiled mischievously, "Look at how the prince can still get in."

Zhao Chengyuan smiled, "If Dingguo Gong comes back, even if he doesn't make defenses, it will be difficult for me to climb over the wall again, and I will have to visit openly."

Han Youning blinked, looking mysterious, "When you want to see me again, you really have to get your uncle's permission."

Father, protect your daughter!

Back then, whenever Zhao Chen came to her, his father shirked in every way, even if he agreed to him to come in to meet, he was looking for an excuse to stare closely, for fear that his daughter would suffer.

Zhao Chengyuan stood there, looking at her with dark eyes, there seemed to be emotions in her eyes that she couldn't understand, and she looked very cold and withdrawn without smiling.

Han Youning looked at him suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

Zhao Chengyuan sat down and said with a light smile, "You're right, it's going to be difficult to see you in the future."

Han Youning became more and more confused, he didn't know her identity, how could he know that it was difficult?

Where does the uncle have the reason to manage his niece tightly.

Zhao Chengyuan did not continue on this topic, but asked, "The Yongping Marquis Mansion has been raided, is Gao unhappy?"

Han Youning nodded heavily, "Happy!"

She leaned forward and asked excitedly, "Did the prince persuade the emperor?"

Zhao Chengyuan smiled, "What the emperor has decided is not something that others can convince, he has to do it himself."

Han Youning asked, "Then how do you make the emperor want to do it himself?"

Zhao Chengyuan coughed twice.

Han Youning hurriedly brought tea over, and a few glutinous rice cakes were placed on the charcoal basin cover to warm up.

"The prince drinks tea to moisten his throat."

I can tell her a story!

She wanted to know what was going on.

She thought about it all day and didn't figure it out, Zhao Chengyuan was obviously at a disadvantage, and it was difficult to protect himself, so how could he turn the situation around all of a sudden?

Zhao Chengyuan drank a cup of hot tea, and as soon as he picked up a glutinous rice cake, his hand was held down by a white and tender little hand, "Now the glutinous rice cake is still cold, and the prince will not be able to eat it until a while."

Zhao Chengyuan's hands stiffened, and he lost his mind for a moment.

The back of his hand was soft and slippery, gently pressing him, like a feather with only soft fluff, light and soft, on the back of his hand, it was passed through his arm, stroked his chest, exploded in his chest, and spread to his limbs.

It is like the wind of late spring blowing on the face, carrying the fragrance of flowers, wrapped in the sun, warm and soft, which makes people unload their hearts and prevent intoxication.

------Off topic------

When I wrote about Uncle Huang, I wrote slowly......

It's the same way to write about the country's step-room before.,It's going to be very slow when it comes to the male protagonist.。

But later, when I wrote about the second male, it was even slower......