Zhao Yanqing didn't marry Xue Nanyin?

Why is that?

The little emperor was afraid of the marriage between the Xue family and Zhao Yanqing, and finally couldn't help but make a move?

However, what if Zhao Yanqing and Xue Nanyin can't fall in love? Even if they die, my Ming'er won't come back...

Thinking of Ming'er, my hatred for Zhao Yanqing deepened a little.

I was sad in my heart, and replied to him coldly, "What is His Royal Highness King Rong doing with me saying this?" What does this have to do with me? ”

Zhao Yanqing was once again hurt by my indifference.

His face froze, and he turned his head to the side and did not speak again.

After a while, he handed me a very delicate bronze soup woman and said lightly, "It's a little cold on the road, you can use this first, and then change into thicker clothes when you arrive." ”

As he spoke, he forcibly shoved the soup woman wrapped in a rouge cloth into my hand.

In an instant, a warmth spread to my whole body along the palm of my hand.

The snow was very heavy today, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it was freezing cold, but it was fine inside the house, but at the moment outside, I was indeed a little cold.

Therefore, there is no indifference to refuse as before.

I don't know if it's my delusion, when I hugged the soup woman, I seemed to see a trace of distress in Zhao Yanqing's eyes.

"Ah Zhen, why didn't you ask for the silver ticket I gave that day, and you lived such a bad life in vain."

"What have become of your hands?"

Zhao Yanqing frowned and looked at my hand, with a somewhat reproachful tone.

As he spoke, he slowly reached out as if to touch me.

I don't know why Zhao Yanqing suddenly cares so much about me, but for his care, I won't have half a warmth, I will only feel disgusted.

When the big bony hand reached out, I pulled it back and glared at him, "Don't touch me." ”

"Ah Zhen..."Zhao Yanqing called me again, the eyes that were already gentle at all times outlined a little ashamed, paused for a moment, and slowly withdrew his hand.

Then he looked sideways and looked out, looking sad and lonely.

If you don't know, look at his expression, and think I'm the one who bears him.

Zhao Yanqing is such a hypocritical and vicious man, but he is good at disguise.

I laughed in my heart, grabbed the soup woman in my hand, and wanted to smash him in the face.

In the middle of his thoughts, an hour had passed, and the carriage stopped at Chunfeng Lane.

Zhao Yanqing opened the door, and a small servant handed over the footstool with a smile on his face, stretched out his hand to help him, and said, "Master, you are back." ”

"Hmm." Zhao Yanqing pushed away his support, and while reaching out to help me, he asked again, "How is the little young master?" Are you better? ”

Little master?

I was wondering, but I saw a boy of three or four years old stumbling through the gate of Zhao's mansion, followed by a woman in her early twenties.

As soon as the woman saw Zhao Yanqing, she hurriedly walked up, took his robe with a smile, and asked, "Master, where have you been?" Why didn't you return overnight, Brother Ping missed you, I was sick last night, and I kept calling Daddy. ”

Brother Ping? Daddy?

So, did Zhao Yanqing raise an outer room and illegitimate children here?

Therefore, it's not that the royal blood can't be left out, but that my Ming'er doesn't deserve to live.

I looked coldly at the woman and the boy.

The boy is about three and a half years old, and he looks very similar to Zhao Yanqing, if my Ming'er is alive, he should be so old.

So, when Zhao Yanqing married me back then, he was with this woman?

So what am I? The wronged head of the knife?

I sneered in my heart and looked at the bewitching woman scrutinically.

In my cold gaze, the woman seemed to have just seen me, the smile on her face froze, and when she turned to look at Zhao Yanqing, she changed her face to gentleness, and asked Zhao Yanqing with a smile, "Master, who is this girl?" ”

At that time, the boy also ran over, and when he came up, he hugged Zhao Yanqing's thigh and called him, "Daddy." ”

The boy's voice was crisp, and a pair of big round eyes looked at him innocently.

Seeing him, Zhao Yanqing's eyes instantly became soft, and he picked up the boy very skillfully.

While laughing and teasing, he replied to the woman in a solemn voice, "Huaichun, come, I've seen Madame." ”

"Ma'am?" The woman's eyes froze, and she hesitated, and... Unwilling.

But in the end, he still smiled at me far-fetched, and Ying Ying said, "Nu Zhou Huaichun has seen Madame." ”

When the words fell, Zhou Huaichun seemed to think of something, and pretended to care about me.

"By the way, madam, the expenditure in this house is in charge of the slave on weekdays, what do you lack, just talk to the slave."