[Zhan Zhao] Counseling County Master Chasing Her Husband

The breeze swayed the corners of the handkerchief, and Zhang Long took it from Zhan Zhao's hand like a treasure, and put it in his arms.

The four court pillars were still playing around, Zhao Hu urged the horse to go to Gongsun Ce's sedan chair, and asked the meaning of the poem with a smile.

Gongsun Ce seemed to be infected by the atmosphere of the four courtyard pillars, and he who was always restrained today rarely spoke with a bit of cheerfulness.

Zhan Zhao twitched his eyebrows.

Gongsun Ce smiled and said: "This is Li Yishan's poem, it talks about seeking but not meeting, love not getting."

Zhan Zhao was in a trance for a moment.

The patch is only tied to the chuiyang bank, where the wind is good in the southwest.

This poem, Zhao Ning once said to him, and he can still recall Zhao Ning's expression when he said this sentence that day.

Zhan Zhao raised his head and looked at the delicate sedan chair in front of him. A corner of the curtain was gently lifted, revealing his delicate and smooth fingers like white jade.

As if having noticed Zhan Zhao's gaze, those slender fingers quickly lowered the curtain, and the beaded curtain on the curtain reflected a beautiful luster under the sunlight.

Zhan Zhao withdrew his gaze, frowned slightly, and tightened his grip on the reins.

Near noon, everyone stopped to rest, and Zhan Zhao got off his horse, looking around for sentry.

Different from the calm and cautious in the past, today he is a little inexplicably anxious. The leaves are whirling and falling from the branches. Zhan Zhao did not avoid it, and the dead leaves fell on his shoulders, forming a pattern with the bright red official uniform. Great contrast.

The attendants from the palace started cooking with pots and pans. Zhao Ning changed into light clothes and got out of the sedan chair with a box of snacks in his hand. Nan Xing held an umbrella for her.

Distributing the snacks to Bao Zheng and the others, Zhan Zhao was the only one missing, looking around, he saw Zhan Zhao standing against the wind under a tree not far away.

Zhao Ning walked over quickly, Nan Xing shoved the umbrella into her hand tactfully, and did not follow.

This place is different from the flat road paved by skilled craftsmen in the palace. Zhao Ning walked a bit hard with an umbrella and a food box.

When she was about to reach Zhan Zhao's side, she paused for a while, suppressed her beating heart, picked up a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from her forehead, and then continued walking.

Putting the umbrella on the ground, Zhao Ning opened the food box and asked Zhan Zhao, "What kind of snack do you like?"

The tone is familiar and natural, with a little cardamom girl's unique innocence and ignorance.

Zhan Zhao turned around and looked at Zhao Ning for a while, trying to get something out of her overly white face.

Zhao Ning looked at him a little unnaturally, and his voice became tense: "Why... Is there something dirty on my face?"

Zhan Zhao looked away, looking at the snacks in the food box in her hand.

"No."

"That's good."

Zhao Ning blushed, and lowered his voice: "What kind of food do you like? I don't know which one you like, so I asked someone to make several."

Zhan Zhao thanked Zhao Ning, picked up a piece of dim sum from the food box, and looked at the people not far away. They were also eating the dim sum sent by Zhao Ning, but the dim sum in their hands was different from what Zhan Zhao ate. slidely different.

This is what Zhao Ning prepared for him alone.

Zhan Zhao's hand holding the dim sum paused for a moment, and met Zhao Ning's autumn-like eyes.

The spring breeze blows, and the leaves fall silently.

A blush slowly climbed up Zhao Ning's cheeks, and the small earlobes with pearl tassels also turned pink at that time, as if drinking wine.

Zhao Ning lowered his head, the slender neck exposed from the moon white collar was also pink.

Zhan Zhao caught his breath and looked away.

After a long time, Zhao Ning said, "Guard Zhan, what kind of food do you like to eat? You have to travel hundreds of miles to Cangzhou, so don't let yourself be wronged."

Her voice regained the cheerfulness of a young girl, and when she smiled, she had a sense of asking for credit: "The cooks in the palace are all good at cooking."

Zhan Zhao was a little absent-minded.

Zhao Ning in front of her smiled brightly, she was totally different from Zhao Ning when they met for the first time.

In front of the Yaowu Building, the Shouning princess he saw had a slender figure with an aloofness and arrogance that refused to be seen thousands of miles away. With his head lowered and his eyes down, his face was as cold as the mist that had gathered in the city of Tokyo for thousands of years. Even his voice, They are all indescribably ethereal, and they can't find any youthful vitality in their bodies.

Although she is beautiful, she is not popular at all. Ask yourself, Zhan Zhao is unwilling to marry such a fragile and gorgeous Liuli.

Fortunately, Princess Shouning rejected Emperor Zhao Zhen's offer of marriage that day, and Zhan Zhao heaved a sigh of relief.

But since she refused the marriage at the beginning, she should have no affection for him, why is it like this now?

Zhan Zhao was a little puzzled.

Zhao Ning noticed the perfunctory in his words, the originally bright eyes lost some of their spirit, and there was a look of loneliness on her face, she clenched the food box tightly, her fingers turned slightly white, and she didn't speak any more.

Zhan Zhao leaned over, took the food box from Zhao Ning's hand, propped up the flower umbrella she had put on the ground embroidered with rich peonies, hit her, and said, "Princess, go back."

He dared not be alone with Zhao Ning anymore.

He didn't know what Zhao Ning had experienced in the process from the not-like Shouning princess to the vigorous young princess Aning. He only knew that Zhao Ning's girlish thoughts were not something he could respond to.

Zhan Zhao sent Zhao Ning back to the sedan chair, Zhao Ning supported Nan Xing's hand, turned around and looked back, a forced smile on her fair face, but the concern in her eyes was clear, she looked at Zhan Zhao, and said: " Zhanwei, the wind and cold dew are heavy on the way, you should pay more attention to your body."

He was obviously aggrieved by his perfunctory attitude, but he forced a smile to remind him of the weather change.

Zhan Zhao couldn't express the guilt in his heart, he didn't dare to look up at her again, and bid farewell to her with his hands clasped.

When it was time to eat, Zhao Ning didn't get out of the sedan chair again, and the servants brought the food to her.

Zhan Zhao and the Kaifeng Mansion gathered together for a meal. During the meal, Nan Xing came over, carrying a food box, and distributed some exquisite side dishes to everyone. Everyone thanked them.

Arriving at Zhan Zhao's place, Nan Xing opened the food box, and inside was a plate of deer tongue and two dishes that he couldn't name.

Nan Xing took them out one by one, and in the bottom layer of the lunch box was a delicate glass cup filled with milky white soup.

Zhan Zhao stopped his chopsticks.

These things were obviously specially made for Zhao Ning by the chef of the palace.

Zhan Zhao silently put the food back into the food box and returned it to Nan Xing.

Nan Xing looked at him, but didn't speak, and walked up to Bao Zheng with the food box, without changing his face and heartbeat: "The guards of Zhan have inspected it, and there is no poison in it, Mr. Bao can eat it with confidence."

Bao Zheng thanked with a smile, took out the food, and called everyone to eat together.

Zhan Zhao glanced at the sedan chair, and the curtain came down.

Zhan Zhao's throat tightened, and he could no longer eat the food he was holding in his hand.

After eating and continuing on the road, the curtain was pulled slightly apart from time to time, and when they noticed Zhan Zhao's gaze, it was quickly lowered again.

When they arrived at the dining room, Nan Xing would still bring food, but if Zhan Zhao didn't accept it, he would still give it to Bao Zheng. After doing this for a few days, Zhan Zhao's frown became deeper and deeper, and his words became less and less.

It will be late this day, and everyone is stationed to rest.

Holding the Juque Sword, Zhan Zhao pursed his thin lips slightly, and knocked on Zhao Ning's sedan chair.

The curtain was quickly pulled back, revealing Zhao Ning's surprised little face.

She looked at Zhan Zhao, her tone was a little excited: "Guard Zhan, why are you here?" Seeing that there was no one around, she blushed a little, and whispered, "You have something to do with me?"

The breeze blew the tassels on Zhan Zhao's hat, Zhao Ning tentatively said, "It's windy outside, you... you go up and talk about it."

Zhan Zhao's palm tightened, and his expression was a little unnatural.

He remembered that Zhao Ning's body was extremely weak and could not be blown by the wind.

Zhan Zhao said: "Okay, I'm bothering the Princess."

The sedan chair is wide, even if there is one more exhibition hall, it will not be crowded at all.

A nice-smelling smoke spewed out from the gold-plated auspicious beast, Zhao Ning hugged a small stove, smiling with crooked eyebrows.

Facing Zhao Ning like this, Zhan Zhao was a little speechless, but thinking about what Nan Xing had done recently, and the curtain that was drawn from time to time at that time, Zhan Zhao settled down, and finally opened his mouth: "Since the beginning of Yaowu Tower See, until today, it has been more than a month. Princess..."

Zhan Zhao carefully chose his words: "There are many differences between the Princess and the day I met."

Zhao Ning was startled, recalling the scene of Yaowu Tower, his eyes lightened a little.

At that time, she had just been reborn a few days ago, and her whole body was filled with resentment from her previous life.

But now, with more and more contact with Zhan Zhao, most of the grievances from the previous life have dissipated, replaced by the joy of seeking benevolence and gaining benevolence.

Zhao Ning stroked the heater with his fingers, his brows and eyes were full of relief: "I also feel that I am very different from then."

She looked at Zhan Zhao, her eyes clear and hopeful.

Zhan Zhao began to feel uneasy.

The joys and grievances in the rivers and lakes, and the dark waves in the court, flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern.

He has been famous for a long time, has made many enemies, and cannot give any woman a stable life.

The Zhao Ning in front of her is even more different from ordinary women. She was born in the royal family and has a weak physique.

Not to mention marrying him, a man in the rivers and lakes who has many enemies.

Most of the sandalwood was burned, Zhao Ning opened the exquisite silver box, picked out a few pieces of spices from it with thin white fingers, and put them in the gilt auspicious beast.

Zhan Zhao's gaze darkened.

Zhao Ning's fingers are slender and white, and his ten fingers have never been touched by Yangchun water, let alone practiced martial arts and sticks. They are a pair of extremely well-maintained hands, just like the best suet jade.

"why do not you talk?"

Zhao Ning smiled, and noticed that Zhan Zhao's eyes were fixed on his hand, thinking that he liked the smell of incense, so he added a few more pieces to the auspicious beast, saying: "This is a tribute from the Western Regions, and I also like it." like."

The author has something to say: Tangled Zhanmiao: How to Gracefully Reject Secret Love

Ah Ning: Why do you have to reject me╭(╯^╰)╮

Thanks to Yi Yao-, Xiuran Qingyi, Mogu, Wan Laiqianqiu, and pickled cabbage fish for their nutrient solution!

I saw a little angel complaining about the slow progress, so let me say a few words~(≧▽≦)/~

When I opened the pit, I just wanted to write a little sweet article

You chase me, I chase you, the kind that throw sugar at each other

Zhan Zhao's character is doomed that he will not fall in love with someone easily

And Zhao Ning really cares about teasing Zhan Zhao

Helpless rank is too low, it's all embarrassing

From strangers to deep love, two people have to go through a series of running-in

Of course, definitely not more than 80 chapters are still entangled

I’m ready to drive in chapter 50 O(∩_∩)O

How is it possible to reach Chapter 80 and still struggle 23333