With the question of the county lord of Chaoyang, many ladies of the boudoir looked over here, as if they didn't notice their eyes, Yuan Zhao nodded:

"Yes!"

"If a woman commits seven offenses, a man can divorce his wife, why does a man treat a woman harshly, but a woman can't resist?"

She is gambling, betting on the temperament of the county lord of Chaoyang.

Sure enough, hearing this, the county lord of Chaoyang's eyes lit up and immediately smiled.

"That's a good point."

"It's useless for your ex-husband to keep it, it's better to give it up."

Her voice was not small, and many boudoir ladies looked over to this side.

Her upbringing grandmother reminded softly on the side:

"County Lord......"

The county lord of Chaoyang waved his hand impatiently: "The county lord knows. ”

As she spoke, she looked at Yuan Zhao:

"Your temperament is very fond of the county lord, and we will communicate more in the future."

In the huge capital, there are not many people who can make her fancy it.

She felt that those women from the family were too wooden, and they were all day long, with three obedience and four virtues, and the etiquette was standardized, which was boring.

finally met a Yuan Zhao, and she found it very interesting.

"Do you know how to throw pots?"

"Let's throw the pot!"

The county lord of Chaoyang said.

"No, it won't."

Yuan Zhao said.

"Come, come, come, I'll teach you."

The county lord of Chaoyang was interested, and pulled her over to play with the group of noble girls.

After a cup of tea, there was an exclamation from the noble girl's side, for no other reason, because Yuan Zhao was a hundred shots, and he was even more powerful than the county lord of Chaoyang.

Yuan Zhao was throwing the pot while observing the face of the county lord of Chaoyang, and saw that she really didn't like it, so he threw it with confidence.

"You're so good, you really couldn't before?"

Seeing that Yuan Zhao was better than herself, Princess Chaoyang not only did not dislike it, but on the contrary, she was a little happy.

"Not really, but my father used to teach me archery when I was a child."

That's a lot harder than this pitcher.

Hearing this, the eyes of the county lord of Chaoyang lit up:

"Yes, how did I forget that you are the daughter of General Yuanda?"

"Then you will definitely be martial arts. Let's learn from each other. ”

As soon as these words came out, the two maids beside the county lord of Chaoyang hurriedly stepped forward and whispered something to the county lord of Chaoyang, which must be some advice from the eldest princess.

The county lord of Chaoyang was a little dissatisfied, but finally agreed.

She took advantage of the maid's inattention, and said in a low voice to Tong Yuanzhao:

"Next time, next time I go to your house to find you, let's secretly compete."

"In the house, my mother won't let me get this."

The county lord of Chaoyang looked very depressed.

Yuan Zhao couldn't help but nodded, and after contacting the county lord of Chaoyang this time, he found that the county lord of Chaoyang had a pure temperament, and she really liked the other party.

While the two were talking, the maid in front of them came to tell the prince, saying that the crown prince and the second prince were coming, saying that they had brought her gifts.

The county lord of Chaoyang went to the front first.

As soon as the county lord of Chaoyang left, those noble ladies all looked for a place to talk, and no one talked to Yuan Zhao.

What she did was too daring for ordinary people to think about at all.

It is estimated that before coming, each family also greeted them, so that they had less contact with Yuan Zhao, so as not to be damaged, after all, now all about women should be three and four virtues, and Yuan Zhao's approach is obviously to risk the world's disapproval.

If her father is not the original father, I am afraid that I don't know what he will be scolded for.

No one was playing with him, and Yuan Zhao didn't feel embarrassed.

她正好有些累了，便带着问风和玲珑寻了一个地方休息。

The backyard of the eldest princess's mansion was huge, and Yuan Zhao found a secluded place to sit down.

"Miss, something has changed, the slave will go and get you a cloak."

Linglong spoke.

Yuan Zhao nodded.

She closed her eyes and was about to rest for a while, when she suddenly heard a sound of footsteps.

She frowned, and was about to open her mouth to signal that there was someone here, when a deep male voice sounded:

"Ready for the medicine?"