The Regent's Tender Darling

"Your Majesty, Lord Marquis." Yan Laixing spoke carefully to the two people at the door with a smile on his face.

Duan Wang Yan Nanchen nodded slightly and returned the salute, saying, "I'm sorry to trouble you, Master Yan."

"No... no trouble, no trouble." Yan Laixing looked a little scared, and he didn't dare to tell the truth for a while.

But as the saying goes, short-term pain is worse than long-term pain.

"Two of you, the regent said that we have been busy traveling and traveling, but you two have not been seen..." His voice became smaller and smaller as he spoke. He was just a small local official. The first two belonged to the prince and the marquis, so he couldn't afford to offend them at all.

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Nanchen's face darkened visibly. Only Marquis Zhaoren waved his hand unhappily: "In that case, I won't bother you anymore. Lord Yan, please go in. There is no need to send me off."

Yan Laixing's face suddenly lost some tension, and he quickly held his hands in a smile: "Oh, I would like to give you my best wishes, my sincere greetings..."

The look on King Duan's face made him pause. It didn't look like he could send him off respectfully, but now that the matter was over, he could only bite the bullet and said: "Your Highness, King Duan, is sent away respectfully."

"Hmph!" Yan Nanchen snorted coldly, closed the folding fan, glanced at Yan Laixing with an unclear meaning before turning and leaving.

Seeing someone walking down the steps of the Sheriff's Mansion, Yan Laixing breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and watched the two people leave.

It wasn't until the person disappeared around the corner that he made a sound to the ground.

"Bah! This idle prince really thinks he is a person!" As he spoke, his tone became a little aggrieved.

It wasn't that he wasn't allowed in, it was because the regent was missing and Prince Duan had such a cannibalistic look that he only dared to get angry at him, a little county governor.

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——Mingyue Street, Suzhou Branch County.

"Prince Duan, my wife will definitely give you your face." Marquis Zhaoren put his hand on Yan Nanchen's shoulder and laughed heartily.

This intimacy made Yan Nanchen feel a little rough, and he couldn't help but sigh, he was born as a military commander, and he didn't have any rules for being rough.

Such a person doesn’t know what King An is interested in.

But he also felt that Marquis Zhaoren was not as simple as he appeared. Otherwise, how could he seek refuge with Prince An?

Thinking of this, he said casually: "The Marquis's advice to Prince An that day surprised me."

This was a straightforward question. Even if he was not a knowledgeable person, he could still understand what it meant. He wanted to see how Marquis Zhaoren reacted.

"The Prince An came to see me personally and even treated me to a pot of fine wine. I can't agree to this small request."

"Prince Duan, you don't know that my wife is very lenient and even has to control me when I drink a little wine." After saying this, Marquis Zhaoren looked dissatisfied, but there was nothing he could do about it.

"A pot of wine?" Yan Nanchen couldn't help but feel a little incredible. It was no small matter to help others in the court, let alone Prince An, and it was because of a pot of wine...

this……

"Master Marquis is a generous man." There was a hint of ridicule in his words.

Marquis Zhaoren chuckled: "That's right, my ancestors have been loyal and courageous people for generations. They are all men. It is natural for them to be generous."

"What the Marquis said is true." Yan Nanchen smiled awkwardly. This Zhaoren Marquis did not follow common sense.

It seems that Marquis Zhaoren is not King An's, he is just a warrior who was bribed with a pot of wine. It is the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel who is really King An's person.

It was he who underestimated his imperial brother.