Fast-passing host super cold

Chapter 533 The Empress Dowager (4)

At this time, in the side courtyard of the Second Prince's Mansion, a subdued cough sounded softly. The man sitting at the table covered his face and coughed a few times before he recovered. Then he put down the book in his hand and began to cough loudly.

The boy who was drying the quilt outside came in with a worried face: "My lord, are you alright?"

"It's okay." The man—more precisely, the boy responded in a low voice, coughed lightly, and took a while to catch his breath.

Seeing this, the boy patted the quilt hard twice, his expression became more and more angry, and after muttering a few words, he finally just sighed, "I really don't know how to survive this winter."

It was not yet the coldest time, but the charcoal fire had already been used up by [-]%, but even so, the room was still as cold as an ice cellar.

If it wasn't for the fact that there were still people coming to deliver meals every day, he would have wondered if the people in this house had long forgotten that there was such a place.

Today, I went to the main hall to ask for charcoal fire from the chief steward, but was dismissed by the sentence "The princess has something to do, let's talk about it the next day", and the people in the main hall really seemed very anxious.

But this so-called "let's talk about it the next day", I don't know when it will be.

After all, this was the third time he had heard that chief executive say this.

Thinking of this, the servant sighed again, and turned around after setting up the quilt, only to see a person standing outside the yard, a woman in light-colored clothes, with a handsome appearance like a man's and a frail woman.

Before he could guess whether this woman was a human or a ghost, and what her identity was, a voice sounded from behind him: "The minister has seen His Royal Highness the Second Emperor."

The voice is elegant and a little arrogant, and the words are clear and clear, which is not like the artificiality of some men who are deliberately slowing down and softening.

It was his son's voice, he recognized it.

The servant hurriedly bowed his head and saluted, wishing that he didn't exist just now, but his heart drifted to the glimpse just now - this Second Royal Highness is also very good-looking, and she doesn't look as cold and irritable as the rumors what.

Qing Zhou raised his hand slightly to signal the two to get up.

Behind him, the Chief Manager was holding a booklet and talking to her carefully.

"His Royal Highness... came to the mansion two months ago. You didn't say how to arrange him and..." And—you said at that time that you would not marry Mr. Chen, and you were angry—the butler dared not say that , I could only continue bluntly: "I decided to arrange Mr. Wang here on my own."

Qingzhou responded in a low voice, expressing that she knew it. She glanced sideways at the surroundings of the courtyard, and said calmly, "Change his place, or tidy up here."

"and also……"

Qing Zhou turned his gaze to the boy who was standing there without speaking.

This young man is different from the Chen Xiyue I saw today. He is wearing an ivory-white robe. He is thin and slender, with black hair and shawls. The exposed skin looks sickly pale. His temperament is like bamboo. Standing there, his back is straight. It looks like there is a faint arrogance.

Qing Zhou suddenly had a premonition.

Sure enough, the boy tilted his head slightly, and what changed with his movement was the emotional value rising above his head - two distinct question marks.

Qing Zhou: "..."

She continued calmly and calmly: "Also... If there is anything missing, I will talk to the chief manager, and all the rules and treatment will be in accordance with the orthodox king's husband."

The boy's body froze for a moment, as if he was a little stunned. He seemed to want to raise his head, but he held back, and just saluted gently: "Thank you, Your Highness."

Qingzhou: "...No thanks."

After the two finished speaking, the atmosphere fell into a brief silence. The young man looked up at his young master, hoping that he would take the initiative. What's wrong with Her Royal Highness today.

——I didn't say a word to Mr. Chen who was thinking about it. Instead, I ran to this courtyard that I had never set foot in before.

　Qing Zhou (with a blank face): Also, if you want to leave, I can also give you some money... (seeing the question mark)... I will give you some money to stay with me.

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　　Today is also a double standard boat
　　
　
(End of this chapter)