How dare the cannon fodder be arrogant

Xiao Lingfeng Shengtang's hands stopped, it didn't matter where he slept, but the tone and content of Zhuang Qingyue's words sounded a bit weird.

He carefully observed Zhuang Qingyue's slightly uneasy expression, trying to find even the slightest flaw in it.

After all, how could the scheming and ruthless hero in the original book be so nervous and cramped that he couldn't even speak smoothly?

The acting skills are really good, he looked at Zhuang Qingyue and sighed in his heart.

He didn't forget that when this man coaxed Xiao Lingfeng to die, he didn't even blink his eyes.

Seeing him silent for a long time, Zhuang Qingyue held her chopsticks and looked down at the small soup bowl in front of her, her mood visibly depressed.

"Do you want to sleep here? That's fine." Seeing this, Xiao Lingfeng agreed, and then changed the subject, seemingly unintentionally, "By the way, Shitou arranged a yard for your father, or ask Chang'an to take you to see He Inappropriate?"

Zhuang Qingyue gave a "thud" in her heart, it was over, she got carried away for a while, and forgot about her "father".

He quietly glanced at Xiao Lingfeng's expression, not sure if this person started to suspect something.

Seeing that there was nothing unusual in Xiao Lingfeng's expression, he simply pretended nothing happened and put on a grateful expression.

Just as he was about to speak, Xiao Lingfeng glanced at him and said, "Don't worry, speak slowly."

Zhuang Qingyue hastily explained: "No, it's not stuttering, freezing, freezing, shivering."

After speaking, his face flushed, and he lowered his head as if extremely embarrassed.

Xiao Lingfeng couldn't help laughing out loud. He continued the scene of the heroine, and comforted him gently: "Okay, I get it. Qingyue is not stuttering, but freezing. Don't worry, speak slowly, It will be fine if you speak slowly."

The prince is on the road!Zhuang Qingyue praised Xiao Lingfeng in her heart, if it wasn't for gaining sympathy, who would have nothing to pretend to be a poor little stutterer!

Zhuang Qingyue seemed to have really listened to his words, and she was thinking about turning back to the topic just now, and said slowly: "The prince's arrangement, of course, is the most thoughtful."

"Students thank you for your father, thank you, my lord."

Maybe it was really useful to speak slowly, or maybe it was because she talked too much, Zhuang Qingyue's words gradually became smoother.

A flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, then he put down the bowls and chopsticks and slowly got up, bowed to the end, with a very solemn tone: "My lord is, our dealer's benefactor, if there is any use in the future, please, Please, my lord, just give orders."

From Zhuang Yi's magistrate to Shang Shuling, there are countless disciples and old officials under him. Even if he is down and out now, there are always old friends and old friends in the court to plan for him.And although Zhuang Qingyue has not entered an official position, who knows the reputation of Master Wushuang?

Who knows when, these two people will rise again?

With Zhuang Qingyue's promise, ordinary people should be secretly happy, but Xiao Lingfeng frowned secretly.

Don't ask Zhuang Qingyue to repay him anything, as long as this person goes crazy in the future and doesn't blame him, everything will be fine!

Zhuang Qingyue didn't notice his expression.

"It's just that the student thinks, dare to talk too much, and ask the prince..." He straightened up and looked at Xiao Lingfeng with that clean and harmless expression, as if he was really curious, "As far as I know, my father and the prince have never Have an old relationship, dare to ask the prince, why did you save us?"

He had previously thought about sneaking into the Jingbei Army with the exiles, and then looking for opportunities to climb up, but he didn't expect Xiao Lingfeng to bring him back directly.

Now that the top officer of the Jingbei Army is standing in front of him, he feels that things are going too smoothly and too strangely.

Besides, isn't this lord a bit too bad a good guy, he just needs to rescue someone who is kidnapped, even a criminal who was exiled from the army?

Xiao Lingfeng didn't expect him to ask this question, and was taken aback when he heard it.

His eyes flickered twice, and he replied indiscriminately, "It's Mr. Jiang from Yushitai."

The plot in the original book quickly flashed through his mind:

Zhuang Yizhi was framed for a major corruption case, and according to the law, he should have been executed, but thanks to the mediation of Jiang Yusheng, the censor Zhong Cheng, the father and son were spared the death penalty and assigned to his territory.

After recalling, Xiao Lingfeng forcefully explained: "Master Jiang sent me a letter, entrusting me to take care of your father and son."

Since Lord Jiang helped them with so many things in the plot of the original book, Zhuang Qingyue shouldn't doubt Master Jiang's name, right?

As for whether he wrote this letter or not... According to what Xiao Lingfeng did in the original book, it would be a good thing that Mr. Jiang didn't point his nose at him and scold him for supporting the army, being self-respecting, lawless, disciplined and disrespectful to the emperor.

Zhuang Qingyue got the answer, bowed again, and then thanked her very slowly, and finally finished the whole sentence in a decent manner: "Thank you, my lord, for clarifying the confusion."

The moment he bowed his head and lowered his head, a hint of unnoticed interest flashed in those water-like eyes.

When did Jiang Yusheng have a personal relationship with Xiao Lingfeng?There is such a way to climb up to King Jingbei, why didn't you tell him earlier?

He scoffed slightly in his heart.

It seems that this prince is full of lies just like him, huh?

After dinner, Xiao Lingfeng caught Chang'an who came back from grabbing the medicine, and asked someone to take Zhuang Qingyue to Zhuang's father's yard.

Now that she went to the courtyard where Zhuang's father was, Zhuang Qingyue couldn't forget her "father" anymore, and went back to the main courtyard with the cheek.The plan to use the matter of sleeping to tease Xiao Lingfeng is put on hold for now.

All night.

At noon the next day, Xiao Qi, who had returned to station his soldiers, finally came back.

He stepped into the main courtyard of the palace, and when he looked up, he saw a man he had never seen before standing on the porch, talking with Chang An.

The man was wearing a black robe, the same color and style as the casual clothes his prince often wore in the mansion.

The robe was a bit loose, and the palm-width waist was bound together, making the man's figure thinner and thinner.When the wind blows, the sleeves of the robe flutter, and people seem to fly away with the wind.

After Xiao Qipin tasted it, he felt that if he wore white clothes, he would look like a fairy.

Although, the prince's clothes don't seem to be something anyone can wear, right?Not everyone can be a fairy like Mr. Fu.

Thinking of this, Xiao Qi took a closer look.Good guy, this man is not only wearing the prince's robe, but also the prince's cloak.

He frowned and looked at the man, feeling a little uneasy in his heart.

What's going on, the cloak was still on Young Master Fu the night before yesterday!Pooh!What's the matter with this man, what's the matter with the prince?

Seeing Chang'an and that man's shoulder to shoulder, with an affectionate look, Xiao Qiyi felt a little angry for a while.

"Chang'an!" He shouted from a distance.

Chang An glanced at him, then at Zhuang Qingyue, but didn't go over immediately.

"My lord told me to look for you!" Xiao Qi shouted again, with a louder voice than before.

Zhuang Qingyue saw Chang An's embarrassment, and smiled: "It's okay, you can go."

Chang An reluctantly stepped forward, lowered his voice and asked him angrily: "What are you calling for? The prince is in the study in the courtyard, so you can still call me?"

Xiao Qi ignored his complaints, grabbed his arm, and pulled him to a corner outside the courtyard, hiding from Zhuang Qingyue's blind spot, and asked him in a low voice: "Who is that person?"

Chang'an glanced at him, and became vigilant: "Why are you asking this? The prince has said that you are not allowed to inquire about the young master's affairs."

"Hiss." Xiao Qi strangled his neck with his arm, and half of his body weight fell on him, pressing Chang An so hard that he couldn't stand upright.

He gritted his teeth and threatened: "Will you say it, will you say it?"

Where is his opponent in Chang'an, struggling for a long time and unable to get away, he had to confess: "The prince rescued from the county government is Zhuang Yizhi's son."

Seeing Xiao Qi's confused face, Chang'an reminded: "It's that Mr. Wushuang."

Oh, remembered.

Xiao Qi sneered and nodded.

The unparalleled son who wrote poems at the age of three and wrote poems at the age of [-] when he was ten years old, and the unparalleled son who was fascinated by the little girl he liked when he was a kid.

My good fellow, ten years have passed, I am no longer obsessed with the little girl, but have changed to harm the prince, right?Good guy, Xiao Qi called him a good guy.

He let go of Chang'an.

Across the courtyard wall, Xiao Qi glanced in the direction where Zhuang Qingyue was, with the tip of his tongue against his cheek, while rubbing his fists with both hands to exercise his muscles and bones, he marked the person in his heart as a key follower.

in the yard...

The snow gradually fell heavily again, and when the wind blew, snowflakes swirled into the eaves.

Zhuang Qingyue stretched out her hand for a try, and caught the snowflakes in her palm.Suddenly, he felt an inexplicable chill.

Turned around, but saw no one.

Zhuang Qingyue shook her head, guessing that perhaps she was wearing less clothes, and then secretly blamed herself for having suffered internal injuries, making her body weaker than before.

Wiping off the snow stains on his hands, he gathered the exclusive cloak that was worn on him three times, sniffed his nose, and said with disgust in his heart: This Prince Jingbei's mansion is too poor, how can you be a majestic prince? Not even a fox fur cloak?

Alas, it's still my warm one, but unfortunately I couldn't bring it into the palace, Zhuang Qingyue curled her lips, feeling so regretful that she died.

There was a sound of small footsteps, it was Chang An trotting back on the snow.

He wiped off the fine snow on his head, jumped down the corridor twice, and shook off all the snow on his body before approaching Zhuang Qingyue.

"My lord, the snow is falling fast, let's go back to the house." Chang'an looked up at the sky, and said with a silly smile, "If we want to enjoy the snow next time, why don't we come out after the snow stops?"

After finishing speaking, he wrapped his somewhat cold hands in his sleeves, and stretched out his arms to help Zhuang Qingyue.

After the words fell, Zhuang Qingyue paused indiscernibly, then hummed lightly, and was obediently led into the room by Chang An.

Silly boy, I don't know when the snow will stop, he looked sideways at Chang'an, thinking to himself.