Dress up as a sickly person to capture the villain princess!

The city of Jinzhou is decorated with lights and colors.

The people all had happy smiles on their faces, and they ran around telling each other the news, and the gloom in their hearts for days was dispelled.

Even some wealthy families, out of gratitude for God's mercy, began to do good deeds and set up tents to distribute porridge.

"If you ask me, whoever makes life better for ordinary people like us should sit on the throne."

"I promise I will be convinced!"

They have survived a disaster. At this moment, the people in the city have nothing to say about the accession of Her Royal Highness Princess Changyi to the throne. If Prince Wen is really allowed to enter the capital, I am afraid that the entire Jinzhou City will be massacred.

Not to mention what these poor common people should do? The soldiers under the generals were obedient soldiers in front of the generals, but they were like hungry wolves pouncing on sheep in front of the common people.

"The world is in chaos right now. How dare you say such a thing? I think you really want to die."

"Shut up now!"

The two were selecting calligraphy works by famous calligraphers in the bookstore. There weren't many people in the bookstore at this time, and they would probably come tomorrow.

"Hey, Master Xia, are you here to pick up the book?"

"What a coincidence! It took a lot of effort to get traffic to Jinzhou City, and a large batch of goods that were stranded last month just arrived today."

"This is the only copy of Nan Zi's Travels you requested. I'm keeping it for you, Master Xia."

The bookstore owner skillfully took a book from under the cabinet. The book was wrapped in cloth, as if to prevent it from getting damp.

He held the book in both hands and handed it over respectfully.

"Boss, you are not being honest. Just now I asked if you had any, and you said no, didn't you?"

"Why do you keep one copy for Xia Shao?"

The three of them were all wearing academic robes and were frequent customers of the bookstore. The shopkeeper did not dare to offend them and could only smile awkwardly.

He rubbed his hands and explained, "I have just made it clear. It was Young Master Xia who first reserved a copy from us and paid for it. I am also following the rules."

"Don't be angry, I'll send someone from the store to deliver it to your house tomorrow morning!"

These young masters with bad tempers have been difficult to serve since ancient times. On the contrary, the young ladies from famous families have better tempers and are easier to discuss with.

"I think you are just looking down on others. Why, Master Xia is relying on his sister's face to make a living now?"

They took a step forward, rolled up their sleeves, and patted their faces with their palms. The implication of this action was self-evident.

He almost humiliated Xia Zhisong in person, without any regard for their friendship as classmates.

After they finished talking, they looked at each other and smiled, their shoulders pressed against each other, looking like a pair of good brothers.

It would be fine if I didn't mention it, but once I do, I get even angrier.

That day, Xia Zhisong was "appreciated" by the teacher. After returning home, he lit a candle and hurriedly wrote a letter to his sister.

He sent someone to the palace anxiously, but so far, Xia Zhiyuan has not responded.

He found his father again, hesitated for a long time, and finally spoke. However, he was severely scolded by his father.

They said that he didn't know how to read and write properly all day long, and was just thinking about these crooked ways. They also said that the situation in the world is uncertain now, and it is hard to say whether the eldest princess will succeed to the throne.

If you rush forward to curry favor with them at this critical moment, you will only be waiting to be blamed for it in the future.

It was bad enough that he was often bullied at home, where neither his father nor his sister paid any attention to him. Even in the academy, he had to endure the bullying of these people. He really couldn't swallow it.

"You two bastards, try to be arrogant in front of me again?"

"Look, I'm going to beat you up so badly that you're black and blue?"

Xia Zhisong gritted his teeth and rushed forward without thinking twice. Several people wrestled with each other, some pulling at their braids and some pulling at their robes.

It attracted countless passers-by to stop and watch, and some even went to the stall next door to buy a handful of melon seeds and watched with great interest.

Who said this scholar is elegant?

When they fight, their faces turn red and their necks become thick.

……

The news of scholars fighting in the street in the bookstore soon reached Zhao Changlin's ears.

It was just a small matter and it was not worth it for the Shadow Guard to report it, but this was something His Highness had specifically instructed, so the Shadow Guard had been sending people to follow Xia Zhisong.

Any disturbance would be recorded in a booklet, reported carefully and in full.

Today, Xia Zhisong did very little work, ate several meals, how many grains of rice he ate in each meal, and went to the toilet several times. He wrote it all down clearly.

His fingertips fell on the handed-in booklet, and Zhao Changlin picked up the letter paper on the table with his other hand. This was the letter that the shadow guard had intercepted a few days ago.

Ever since Lu Boshan slipped the letter in his hand into Zhiyuan Hall through the Empress Dowager's people, Zhao Changlin has been on guard against any cat that comes to steal fish.

Be extremely vigilant.

Zhao Changlin had already read the contents of the letter and could even memorize what was said in it. It was not difficult to guess Xia Zhisong's thoughts, which could even be said to be somewhat stupid.

I really don’t know why Zhiyuan has such a brother, so unkind and only cares about quick success. Can he still be called a brother?

It's just a blood-sucking locust.

"Your Highness, it's so late, aren't you going to bed yet?"

"looking at what?"

Xia Zhiyuan came over from the front hall, leaning forward. She peeked out and her pretty face popped out from behind the screen.

He was holding a hand warmer in his hand, his hands folded, his tone light, and his eyes smiling.

Zhao Changlin could smell the fresh and elegant orange scent on Xia Zhiyuan from a distance. He thought that this little guy must have stolen a lot of food before running to see him.

"Didn't see anything."

"If you want to see it, just come by yourself?"

Zhao Changlin put aside the things in front of him and kept looking at Xia Zhiyuan's face from the side.

His complexion finally improved, his face became more rosy and less haggard.

It seems that the Imperial Hospital paid much attention to the tribute medicines in the past two days. If she didn't give those old foxes a scolding and a scare, they would dare to hide their incompetence openly under her nose.

Hearing the invitation from His Highness, Xia Zhiyuan shook her head, thinking that His Highness wanted to invite her to read memorials together again. Countless fruits were flying in her mind.

"Forget it, I'll just accompany Your Highness, but it seems that Your Highness still needs to work hard on his own."

Sitting on the couch, Xia Zhiyuan heartlessly abandoned the prince sitting opposite her. She picked up a cup of tea on the table and smelled it.

Fragrant.

"Is this... milk tea?"

The fresh fragrance of tea and the mellow flavor of milk go straight to the top of my head, but there is one difference: the milk tastes a bit fishy.

"Zhiyuan, do you know this? This is something the herdsmen use, made from brick tea and cow's milk."

"And a pinch of kosher salt."

Zhao Changlin looked up at her and explained patiently.

Just by listening to His Highness's description, Xia Zhiyuan felt his mouth watering. He lifted the lid of the tea and put it to his lips.

"Then - Your Highness, can I drink?"