Jing Beitang stroked his beard, and replied without hesitation.

Xia Luo raised his eyebrows, and the soul-hooking peach blossom eyes gave birth to a hint of amorous taste, and he saw Jing Beitang's brows suddenly bounce twice.

"Uncle Beitang, what are you nervous about, I didn't say that this is a royal thing, and I don't mean to take it back to fill the treasury, but I just said it casually, don't worry, don't worry."

After Xia Luo finished speaking, he stood in front of a national picture again, and nodded non-stop, "Uncle Beitang's attainments in ink painting are getting deeper and deeper, if you don't mind, give me this painting." ”

He pointed to a work of Jingbeitang scribbling with nothing to do, and the light tone was so natural that he was not embarrassed at all.

"Bad work, it is difficult to get into the hall of elegance, if Your Highness likes it, take it."

Don't say that it's just a bad graffiti, Charlotte just wants to empty this place, he won't frown, or say nothing, what he wants to do most at the moment is to get rid of this person as soon as possible.

He really didn't want to have anything to do with the royal family anymore.

"Uncle Beitang, your Highness is too rusty to call me one by one, it is more cordial to call me Xia Luo, after all, you are ......"

"Your Highness Charlotte! Please allow Beitang to reiterate again, the Beitang Jing of R Country has long ceased to exist, and now there is only Jingbeitang in S City, I have long been divorced from your royal family, and this time I will go back, but I am congratulating the monarch on his reign for thirty years as an old friend, and there is nothing else. Moreover, my family did not know my identity in country R, and I did not even reveal half of my biological son, which is enough to show that I have no intention of returning. ”

Jing Beitang, who is close to eighty years old, is not a little weaker than this young man who is in the middle of the day, and in some positions, he is really stable, and he doesn't want to give people a little room for reverie or hope.

Xia Luo raised her eyebrows, her narrow peach blossom eyes flashed with a hint of interest, and she walked to the pear blossom wooden chair on the side and sat down, her finger bones were a little feminine and touched the armrest, "Oh, Uncle Beitang, I just said it so casually, why do you need to be so excited?" My brother is now in the prime of life, and the country is even more peaceful, and the country is peaceful and peaceful, does this just show that my brother is in good governance? You know what you're thinking, don't worry, I don't have that dissenting heart, and I'm not here to have a relationship with you, but I'm just a little bored, come out for a walk, and meet my friends by the way. ”

Jing Beitang snorted coldly in his heart, what he said was better than what he sang, who in the country of R didn't know that Prince Charlotte and the monarch had a disagreement on politics, and they were competing openly and secretly?

Out for a walk? Is it really picturesque?

But since everyone has such a set of rhetoric, he can't say anything more, and he doesn't want to stay too long on this topic.

Fortunately, Fu Bo and the maid also brought up lunch at this time, "Your Highness, master, you can eat." ”

Before Jing Beitang could speak, Xia Luo stood up by himself, "Su asked Fu Bo's craftsmanship to be the first in the country, today I have a mouthful, Uncle Beitang, please." ”

"Your Highness has a good reputation."

Jing Beitang snorted coldly in his heart, there is no distinction between the guest and the host, who is the owner of this garden.

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