"Shengshang, Yuan'er wants to ask Shengshang for marriage. ”

In the imperial study, the prince of King Ning, who was dressed in dark clothes, stood tall and jade, and said respectfully to the saint who was reviewing the chapters.

The saint, who was burying his head in the bookcase, was a little surprised when he heard this, he raised his head and looked at Ning Yuan carefully, and his eyes seemed to be smiling.

He fixed his eyes for a while, and saw that Ning Yuan had been keeping his head down, unable to see clearly, and felt a little bored, so he withdrew his eyes again, as if he hadn't heard the words of King Ning's son, picked up a book again, and read it carefully. From time to time, I also use a red pen to give instructions on it.

"Holy ......"

Ning Yuan finally raised his head, his eyes were full of seriousness, "Holy Lord, Ning Yuan wants to ask you for marriage." ”

"But whose girl did you like?"

The saint did not lift his head, and the hand holding the pen did not pause in the slightest.

"Holy one, it's a burning word. ”

King Ning Shizi whispered.

"Nonsense!"

When the saint heard the word Yanzhuo, it was like being burned by boiling water. There was a haze in his eyes, and he stood up suddenly, and the brush in his hand, with a snap, was thrown out of the distance, rolled on the smooth ground a few times, and finally stopped.

Ning Yuan saw that the saint was angry, and quickly knelt down, his body was thrown with spots, it was not ugly, he was glad in his heart, fortunately, what he was wearing today was not his favorite white shirt.

"The Holy One is angry. ”

"The Holy One is angry, don't be angry......"

The father-in-law next to him hurriedly walked to the saint's side, comforted the saint, and hurriedly handed over a cup of tribute chrysanthemum tea.

Sheng Shang took a sip of tea, and when he saw King Ning kneeling honestly, the anger in his heart calmed down a little, and he slowly sat down again.

Seeing that the anger of the saint had subsided, the father-in-law took a few more steps, walked to the place where the pen had fallen, picked up the pen, wiped it carefully, and respectfully put the pen on the pen holder.

"You still dislike me, you think royalty, don't you lose face?!"

The saint shouted!

"Holy Lord, the courtier has no such intention!" Ning Yuan hurriedly explained.

"You don't mean that? Have you considered what would happen to me if you made this request?"

On Ning Yuan's head, a drop of cold sweat slid down.

This monarch and ministers, "accompanying the king is like accompanying the tiger", he can be regarded as having realized it, he has always felt that this is his uncle, and he has cared for him since he was a child, and he is a little presumptuous.

The saint sneered, and a look of ridicule flashed in his eyes, "Before, in front of many ministers, Yan Zhuo asked me to agree to withdraw from the marriage, and trampled the royal face on the ground. And I ......"

The Holy Lord Junlan, who was sitting at the front of the table, paused, and his tone softened, "At that time, in order to take care of your face and requirements, I disregarded the integrity of my own monarch of a country, and politely refused Yan Zhuo, asking her to think about it carefully and discuss it with the Duke of Zhenguo, and I will mention this matter later." ”

"What about you? You're good, huh!"

As soon as the saint waved his sleeves, the monarch's authority was revealed, he stood up, took steps, and stood in front of Ning Yuan.

"This matter has just subsided, but you have another incident, Yan Zhuo's attitude is obvious, I am already unwilling, I still owe her a request, if I really comply with your request, persecuted by holy order, this world is long, the mouth of the people, isn't it going to scold me to death?!"

"You're really going to make me angry!"

The more the saint thinks about it, the more angry he becomes, this nephew is really not angry, he can't even hold the heart of a girl, and now, he even has the idea of asking her to ask for marriage. He was disappointed.

It's a shame that he didn't know what Ning Yuan had at the beginning, otherwise, I'm afraid he would vomit blood.

"Holy Lord, courtiers are not just for themselves. ”

Ning Yuan raised his head and looked at the Holy Lord with an extremely sincere gaze.

The saint seemed to be smiling, looking at him with his eyes, waiting for him to say his "high opinion".

"Holy Lord, what you said, the courtiers have also considered it before. ”

Ning Yuan lowered his head, his eyes were deep, "But recently, the courtiers have seen that now this Yan Zhuo is soft and hard, it is better to take advantage of the uncertainty and quickly settle this matter." This marriage, since ancient times, has been about 'the order of the parents, the words of the matchmaker', you can invite the father of the courtier to discuss with the prince of the town, and what ability does she have to put her beak? and ......"

Ning Yuan paused, the look in his eyes, what he was referring to, the Holy Lord already understood.

"Get up. ”

"Thank you!"

Ning Yuan was respectful, stood up, and straightened the folds of his clothes slightly.

The saint thought slightly, "But the intelligence doesn't mean that this Yan Zheng only likes Yan Yun'er, and he doesn't pretend to Yan Zhuo at all......"

His eyes were deep and he looked at Ning Yuan carefully.

"The saint doesn't know, this situation has only appeared in recent years, and before, Yan Zhuo was the most favored. And she is the eldest daughter of the Zhenguo Mansion, so she can't let it go. ”

"There is some truth to what you say......"

The saint nodded, the previous anger was gone, and the shrewd calculation that belonged to the superior was welling up in his eyes.

"This matter is urgent, and we will discuss it later. ”

"Yes, Holy One. ”

Ning Yuan saw the expression of the saint, and he was already moved, so he no longer demanded anything. He knew in his heart that as long as the saint moved his heart, he was not afraid that this thing would not be done.

Yan Zhuo, you wait, at that time, you have to obey if you don't follow.

There was a smug look in his eyes.

At this time, Yan Zhuo was walking through the forest, and after a night of hardships and twists and turns, she now officially greeted the mountains and forests and took the first step in her own wild survival.

Although this first step was a little difficult, and sometimes she even had to exchange her life, what she gained in this actual battle was really different from what she practiced alone in space in the past.

And in the confrontation with the mountains and forests, she still has a lot of homework to learn.

Yan Zhuo's steps were light, and she returned to the periphery again, and the bloody smell of the leopard on her body made the animals on the periphery dare not act rashly. Even the big snake, who was chasing her relentlessly yesterday, was obediently lying on the ground at the moment, only looking up, spitting out the snake letter, and then not moving.

Hum!

These things are really bullying the weak and afraid of the hard.

Yan Zhuo snorted lightly, thanks to them not provoking her at will today, otherwise, she would have let them know how to write the word regret.

Yan Zhuo walked through the periphery, his feet lightly touched the leaves, and then continued to fly away at a very fast speed. The scenery around her quickly receded, and soon she was at the foot of the mountain.

The guards didn't know how many posts they had changed, anyway, Yan Zhuo hadn't seen the faces standing outside the door now. The two of them were talking about something with great interest at the moment, and their voices were not loud, and they couldn't really hear the words.

It seems to say something "roaring", "waking up", "checking"......

Yan Zhuo roughly guessed that it might have something to do with her, but she was confident that even if they turned the hunting place, even the mountain forest land, upside down, they wouldn't be able to find her.

While they were not paying attention, there was a loud snort, and it drifted like a puff of smoke.

"Hey, hey~"

One of the people turned his face to look at him, and he rubbed his eyes, "Look, is there a wisp of white smoke moving there?"

"Where?!"

The other looked as the man had pointed out, but saw nothing. He patted the man next to him gently, "Didn't you sleep well last night, but now your eyes are spent." ”

The man rubbed his eyes again, looked at it, and really couldn't see anything, could it really be that he was dazzled?

"Probably. He smiled in response to his teammates, and let go of the doubts in his heart.

Yan Zhuo, who was hiding in the grass in the distance, breathed a sigh of relief, she thought they had found her, and sure enough, it was just a false alarm.

Yan Zhuo tightened the clothes on his body, and once again started to work lightly, followed the path he had taken before, dodged everyone, fooled the people guarding the door, and quietly returned to his bedroom in the Zhenguo Mansion.

Yan Zhuo took off his cloak and lay down on the big bed very relaxed, breathing a sigh of relief very easily.

She, Yan Zhuo, alive, still walked out alive very "arrogantly".

Moreover, in her red bracelet, there is also the corpse of a leopard, this leopard, she killed herself, she is simply amazing!

Yan Zhuo laughed softly, looking extremely happy.

She longed to show her spoils to all the people, and let everyone know that she could defeat the beast. In this case, not to mention how much fulfillment there is.

However, now, Yan Zhuo pouted, and she could only keep her mouth shut~

When they thought of the consequences of their mother's relatives and Qingdai knowing about it, their heads became bigger, they would definitely talk about themselves, and they would be worried, maybe, if they had to go with her, it would be difficult......

She would rather digest the irrepressible joy herself.

"Miss, are you there?"

Qing Dai had already noticed that she was back, and was knocking on the door outside.

"Come in. ”

Yan Zhuo got up from the bed, walked to the couch by the window and sat down, Qingdai had already pushed the door in with food.

"Miss......"

She smiled and looked very happy, "Miss, you're back." ”

"Hmm~"

Yan Zhuo raised his eyes to look at Qing Dai and nodded, with a smile in his eyes, a starry light.

"Miss, hurry up and eat, you must be hungry for your favorite dish. ”

Yan Zhuo smiled slightly, nodded, and looked at her maid now, who was trained by her, as soon as she came back, she was in a hurry to serve the food, for fear that she would be hungry.

She was really hungry after doing a lot of physical work, so she didn't say much, walked to the dining table, and ate slowly.

"Miss, where have you been all night, I don't know ...... Can the slave go with you?"

Qing Dai was a little cramped, looked at Yan Zhuo uneasily, and said what she wanted to say.

She knew that Mademoiselle might be bored with her because of this, but she still had to say it.

I'm really afraid of something.

The smile in Yan Zhuo's eyes was gone, the expression on her face stiffened, and the hand that was holding the vegetables almost choked her.