[Zhan Zhao] Counseling County Master Chasing Her Husband

Feng Huo returned to the palace, but Zhao Ning did not.

At that time, Nan Xing took her to a wall, holding Nan Xing's waist with both hands, not daring to move.

He didn't even dare to open his eyes, and his voice was trembling: "Nan Nanxing, I... I'm afraid."

Nan Xing was surprised: "Princess, what are you afraid of? Zhan Zhao is right below, open your eyes and take a look."

Nan Xing patted Zhao Ning, pointed to Zhan Zhao who looked up at the two of them with a puzzled face in the yard and said.

"Here, the person is right there."

Zhao Ning opened his eyes a little, and saw a red figure in a trance, then quickly closed his eyes, his body trembled even more, and the crested shoes rattled on the tiles.

Inside the house, Ma Han, Zhang Long, and Zhao Hu looked puzzled, and quietly pressed the handle of the knife with their palms.

Zhan Zhao coughed lightly with Ququan, and said to the people in the room: "Zhan is an old friend."

It is better not to let too many people know about things that are detrimental to the country's prestige, such as the Eight Sage King's only daughter jumping over the wall and climbing tiles.

Sitingzhu let go of the knife.

Gongsun Ce continued to discuss the progress of the case with Bao Zheng.

Zhan Zhao lifted his breath and jumped onto the roof.

Zhao Ning was buried in Nan Xing's arms, and his hands were still tightly grasping Nan Xing's arm.

Zhan Zhao frowned, and asked, "Why doesn't the princess come over from the gate?"

Nan Xing replied: "My lord won't let the princess wander around."

Zhan Zhao automatically ignored that Kaifeng Mansion belongs to the scope of wandering around, looked at Zhao Ning, and asked, "Is the Princess looking for Zhan?"

"I...I have something to ask you."

Zhao Ning replied.

She had seen Chen Shimei's majestic appearance in civilian clothes, and she had also seen his pleading appearance in purple robe and jade belt.

Prosperity, wealth and charming eyes, how many people can keep their original intentions?

Zhao Ning still didn't dare to open his eyes, so he stretched out a hand, trembling and grasping in the air, Zhan Zhao handed over the scabbard upon seeing this, Zhao Ning held the scabbard, calmed down a bit, and turned his face away , but his eyes were still tightly closed, frowning, and asked Zhan Zhao: "Guard Zhan, if brother Huang says you don't marry me, then..."

Speaking of this, his face blushed, his little hand gripped the scabbard even tighter, and quickly explained: "I mean if."

Zhan Zhao smiled: "Well, if."

"If you don't marry me, you won't be allowed to be an official. What will you do? If you marry me, I'll... make you a prosperous man."

The more Zhao Ning said, the more confident he became.

In front of Yaowu Building, Zhan Zhao had just entered the officialdom from the rivers and lakes, and he didn't want to marry her, but after he saw the power of officials to overwhelm others, would he change his original intention?

She once read in a book about a man's revenge. The book said that a man should carry a three-foot sword to make an invincible contribution.

Zhan Zhao also had revenge. He followed Bao Zheng because he wanted to do things for the country and the people.

"The princess came here this time to ask about this matter?"

Zhan Zhao couldn't help laughing, with some helplessness in his eyes.

Zhao Ning nodded hurriedly, but he didn't dare to move too much for fear of falling off the roof, so he burrowed into Nan Xing's arms again.

Zhao Ning whispered: "Guard Zhan, I hope...you can answer me truthfully."

She closed her eyes, her face flushed, and her earlobes also turned red.

Zhan Zhao chuckled: "Zhan is a member of the Jianghu. Whether he is in a high position or in plain clothes, there is no difference to Zhan. Zhan joined the court only because he admired Master Bao's deeds. Your Excellency will be an official for a day, Zhan will wear this official uniform for a day, Master Bao resigns from office and returns to the farm, and Zhan will also return to the Jianghu."

"I don't know the answer, is the princess satisfied or not?"

When the spring breeze blew, the tassels on Zhao Ning's forehead fluttered with her temple hair, and her face turned red again.

Like joy, but also with some disappointment: "I knew it."

Zhan Zhao suddenly couldn't understand what the little princess was thinking.

"Okay, my question is over."

Zhao Ning sniffed and said in a low voice: "Guard Zhan, Chen Shimei said that before he married the imperial sister, he had written a letter of divorce in front of Taishi Pang, and the letter of divorce was sent to Cangzhou by Taishi Pang's people. He also said , It was not he who intercepted and killed Qin Xianglian."

Zhao An avoided her for a few days in a row, the meaning couldn't be more obvious, if she insisted on intervening in this matter again, she would be ignorant of good and evil.

Inform Zhan Zhao of this matter, and it will be up to Kaifeng Mansion to make a decision. If Chen Shimei was not responsible for this matter, he will be considered innocent. If not, Bao Zheng will return Qin Xianglian justice.

"Guard Zhan, I suspect that there is something tricky about it. You should explain it clearly to Mr. Bao. If... If you need me to come forward to find Grand Master Pang, you can go to the palace to find me, and I... I will go with you."

Zhan Zhao nodded, feeling that the little princess in front of him was a little strange, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

"I'm leaving, guard Zhan, you have to take good care of yourself."

Zhan Zhao watched Nan Xing and Zhao Ning go away.

The faint incense in the air gradually dissipated, and Zhan Zhao fell into deep thought.

Princess, is it hot?

Sweaty palms?

Even holding his scabbard gave a watermark.

Zhao Ning returned to the palace and sent someone to Pang Taishi's mansion to find out what was true.

After setting everything up, remembering what Zhan Zhao said, he couldn't help crying.

No matter in the previous life or this life, Zhan Zhao would never marry her.

Zhan Zhao is different from Chen Shimei, what Zhan Zhao likes is wanton world and the world with swords, not the poetry, wine and scented tea in Qionglou Yuyu.

Nan Xing looked at it for a long time, and comforted him: "Princess, why are you sad? Zhan Zhao, he didn't like your style before."

Zhao Ning cried even harder.

Nan Xing shut up and did not speak.

It was almost dusk when Zhao Ning raised his eyes that were swollen from crying, and asked, "Tell me, what kind of appearance does Zhan Zhao like?"

Nan Xing thought for a while, then said, "It's probably like me."

Zhao Ning immediately became angry and decided to ignore her.

The morning bell and evening drums can't reach the ears, the bright moon and lonely clouds are always hanging in love.

The passage of time will not stagnate because of personal gains and losses.

Time ticked, the sun peeked out of the clouds, the fog disappeared, and it was dawn again in a blink of an eye.

Zhao Ning twisted her handkerchief and ate breakfast for nearly an hour. Finally, she raised her face and mustered up her courage to ask Nan Xing, "Can you teach me martial arts?"

A crack appeared on Nan Xing's ever-changing ice face. Holding the bowl, she swallowed the rice with difficulty, looked Zhao Ning up and down, and shook her head without hesitation.

Zhao Ning looked at Nan Xing angrily, and asked, "You really don't want to teach?"

Nan Xing shook his head like a rattle.

Zhao Ning lowered his eyelids and slowly took out something from the box.

Nan Xing's eyes straightened instantly.

It was a piece of bright red rose cake, a small piece with golden light on the side.

Nan Xing's throat moved.

This is the rose cake from Concubine Pang in the palace. The ones made by others are not as delicious as those in her palace. It melts in the mouth and is delicious.

Zhao Ning said: "Ten yuan."

Nan Xing said: "100 yuan."

Zhao Ning said again: "20 yuan."

Nan Xing was unmoved: "100 yuan."

Zhao Ning was persuasive: "Be considerate of me anyway, Concubine Pang is so favored, I can't treat her palace as my little kitchen."

Nan Xing thought for a while, then backed down a step: "Okay, 50 yuan."

"make a deal!"

The morning sun shines on everything, and the dew slowly slides from the petals until it disappears.

March is the time when all kinds of flowers are blooming, all kinds of flowers in the courtyard are vying to invite pets, and the spring breeze blows, and the flowers are all over the place.

The bamboo pavilion is inlaid with pearls, jade and gemstones of various colors, and the sun shines on it, reflecting various rays of light.

The lilac-colored veil hanging on the pavilion is blown by the wind, and the incense is released from the auspicious beast.

The sandalwood lingers like a cloud, making the scene in front of you even more dreamlike.

In this environment, the women's slender hands, or plucking the piano, or bouncing the pipa, frowning slightly between the brows, and singing about Lishang, are all beautiful and picturesque.

What Zhan Zhao happened to see was that Zhao Ning was wearing a light-colored Confucian skirt, with no fine appliqués between his eyebrows, his body was shaking like chaff sifting, and he was trembling in his horse gait.

And her maid, Nan Xing, reclined on the soft chair, feeding snacks into her mouth with one hand, and a ruler in the other, pressing her shoulders from time to time.

The impact of the picture was too great, Zhan Zhao didn't say a word for a long time.

It was Zhao Ning who half-closed his eyes and saw the red figure, then his feet became unsteady, and he came into close contact with Huahong.

Zhan Zhao: "..."

Zhan Zhao walked over.

Xu felt that it was too embarrassing, Zhao Ning turned his back to him, and said in a muffled voice, "Why did the guard Zhan come here?"

"Of course I came here by order..."

After changing the subject, he asked, "Is this the princess?"

Zhao Ning didn't speak, Nan Xing answered for her: "Learn martial arts."

After all, Zhan Zhao is a kind person, he didn't laugh out loud, he hooked the corners of his mouth and said, "Prince, why do you have to suffer this crime?"

Zhao Ning rubbed the corner of his clothes, his face was hot.

She was happy that Zhan Zhao came to find her, but she was not happy when she was so humiliated!

Zhao Ning lowered his head and muttered in a low voice: "I like it, but I have to suffer this."

Zhan Zhao chuckled.

The little princess raised under the four corners of the sky, who is well-clothed and well-fed, can find very little fun. Maybe it is to polish the time, maybe it is a whim, no matter what, it is not something he can talk about.

So he smiled and didn't take it seriously.

Nan Xing gave way, Zhan Zhao walked into the pavilion, Zhao Ning no longer turned his back to him, raised his head, his eyes were wet, and a scarlet petal was still stained on his forehead.

The corner of Nan Xing's mouth twitched, and he quickly winked at Zhao Ning.

Zhao Ning's eyes were full of mist, with a little confusion, he looked at Nan Xing, then at Zhan Zhao, with a puzzled expression on his face.

Zhan Zhao suddenly smiled, his brows stretched out, his intimidating aura was gone, his eyes were like stars meeting the Milky Way, bright and clear.

The spring breeze dances with the veil, and the petals on the ground are eager to try. They fly into the air with the wind, and then fall to the ground as mud.

Zhao Ning clutched his chest, every part of his body trembled slightly, and suddenly understood the thoughts of those foolish kings who misled the country because of their sex.

Dare to laugh at the king is not infatuated.

Nan Xing coughed lightly, with a horrible expression on his face.

Zhao Ning lowered his head, his earlobes were light pink.

"Princess?" Zhan Zhao asked.

"Hey, uh, I..."

Zhao Ning wished he could bury his face on the ground, this appearance was too embarrassing!

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