Han Sixing accompanied Zhao Chengyuan into the inner courtyard.

He stared at Zhao Chengyuan from time to time, his eyes full of scrutiny.

It's okay, it's tall enough, and the body doesn't seem to be weak, but the temperament looks colder, and I don't know if it will coax people.

Zhao Chengyuan said lightly, "If the prince has anything to say, just say it."

Han Sixing cleared his throat, "My sister fell into the water, and the prince saved her, right?"

"Yes."

"It is said that the prince is responsible for her reputation, although she doesn't care, but there are many people who know about it."

Although Han Sixing was reluctant to marry the girl he had just recognized, seeing that Ning Yatou was about to marry a little fool, this was not the time to be reluctant.

Isn't it better to marry a little fool?

Zhao Chengyuan said lightly, "You have also seen Ling Zun's attitude towards this king, this king can't even see Zhaoping in private, let alone ask for marriage."

Han Sixing frowned, he had been knocking on the side for so long, and he hadn't found out what the reason was for his father to be so hostile to King Jin.

But now, King Jin can let Ning Yatou get out of the sea of suffering.

He weighed his father's advice with his sister's lifelong happiness and decided to choose the latter.

He stood at the gate of the moon between Jinhetang and Xiaokuanyuan, "The prince will go in by himself, and the last general will ask Ye Guard's kung fu."

Zhao Chengyuan thanked him and stepped into the small courtyard.

Ye Chang probed his head and looked at the big jujube tree in the corner, his eyes full of nostalgia.

Han Sixing patted him on the shoulder, "I didn't finish the fight last time, come, continue!"

"Hit it! If I win, you'll have to let me go to the jujube tree for a while!"

Han Sixing tugged at the corners of his mouth, what kind of strange guard is this!

"Let's wait until you win!"

Before the words fell, Ye Chang attacked.

Han Youning and Ling'er are counting the congratulatory gifts they received today, Ling'er is tidy, Han Youning checks the gift list, and then registers and makes a book.

"This box is exquisite."

Ling'er picked up a small narrow yellow rosewood box and opened it, and took out a mutton fat hosta from it.

She was surprised, "The slave has never seen such a clever hosta."

She took the hosta and handed it to Han Youning, "Miss, look, the whole body is white, but the orchid petals happen to be yellow here, which is really beautiful."

Han Youning looked at the orchid hosta in his hand and smiled mockingly.

Zhao Chen's own carving is more exquisite than in his previous life.

In his previous life, he still injured his hand because of carving hostas, and I don't know if he was injured again this time.

She was full of joy with this hosta, and later wore it on the sedan chair, but this object of love that she regarded as a treasure was just a ridiculous lie.

It's been two lives, will Zhao Chen still only know this trick?

She put the hairpin on the low table and said lightly, "Put it away and keep it for appreciation."

Ling'er looked at the list sent in by the outer courtyard and said, "It turned out to be sent by the prince, it's a pity to reward people for such a valuable hairpin."

"There's nothing to worry about. If you like it, take it now, and I'll save it from writing."

Ling'er smiled and said, "Don't be a slave, if the prince sees it, what if it's good?"

Han Youning pushed the booklet aside and said sullenly, "It's all things sent by irrelevant people, you can get it yourself."

"It's not all irrelevant, you see that there are the county lord of Danyang, the county lord of Jiahe, and the little marquis of the Marquis of Anling, all of which are good with you."

Ling'er's eyes flickered, "Oh...... It's just that the King of Jin didn't come, why didn't he send a congratulatory gift?"

Han Youning snorted coldly, hugged the pillow and said, "He has a lot of opportunities, where can he take care of my little girl." I recognized my father, and he wasn't very happy, so I just didn't congratulate him."

Ling'er was facing the door, her face suddenly changed, and she stood up, "Lord Wang......"

Han Youning hummed

He said, "Didn't you say it for him? I can see that he will not come to the door to congratulate me until I get married to the prince, and sending a jade stone is a congratulatory gift. At that time, I will follow the rank of the county lord of Nanzhang to call him uncle and give him tea."

Didn't he do that when she married Zhao Chen?

He already knew her, didn't he watch her jump into the fire pit?

Ling'er's face turned pale with fright, she reached out and pulled Han Youning's arm, and said in a trembling voice, "Miss...... The prince is here."

Han Youning was stunned, turned his head suddenly, and saw Zhao Chengyuan standing at the door of the room like a bamboo, looking at her quietly.

Han Youning's eyes flashed with joy, and then he thought of what he had just said, and he was a little embarrassed, "Lord Wang, are you here......

Zhao Chengyuan paced into the inner room, stood in front of the couch and looked at her with deep eyes, and his voice was low, "Do you really plan to marry him?"

Han Youning said lightly, "The prince is here to ask this?"

Zhao Chengyuan said, "You answer me first, do you really want to marry him?"

Han Youning tilted his head and saw his tight jaw, sharp thin lips, and cold and oppressive gaze.

He is like a stern elder who reprimands a child who has done something wrong.

Han Youning packed up the booklets and congratulatory gifts on the low table, "Men should get married and women should get married, and I have already married people, so I naturally want to get married."

Seeing that she was so calm and didn't even have a word to explain, Zhao Chengyuan's eyes were full of ink, and he didn't know that he still had such a time when he couldn't suppress his emotions.

He said in a deep voice, "If you want to marry, you should also choose a good family, the intelligence of the prince of Zhongguo is like a three-year-old child, you don't care about yourself like this? And call me uncle, you know this generation."

Han Youning stood up on the low couch, so he was almost as tall as him, and his momentum was much stronger.

She looked straight at him, "What are you doing so seriously, you questioned me as soon as you entered the door, so what is your identity, prince?" Who I marry and what does it have to do with you? I don't call you Uncle Huang or Uncle You, what is it called? Ever since I recognized my father, the prince has changed, and I don't know why, and none of you will tell me why. Since you don't have to be near me, and no one comes, and you don't give gifts, why bother with me?"

Her round little face was puffy, ruddy and fresh, and her clear eyes were full of grievances, accusing him.

Zhao Chengyuan looked at her like a little hedgehog with a thorn in it, crossing her waist and confronting people, the anger churning in her chest instantly dissipated, and she could no longer be harsh on her.

It turned out that the little girl had saved so many grievances in her heart, all because of him.

He leaned over her, with a smile in his eyes, and his voice returned to a mellow and pleasant appearance, "Are you blaming me for not coming to congratulate you, not giving you a congratulatory gift, and causing a temper?"

He was too close, and the man's mellow smell was like a smoky breeze blowing across her face, making people intoxicated and fluctuating.

Han Youning sat back on the couch and said, "No."

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