Only this green, not disappointing the spring

Zhao Qianyan, who had just dressed herself up, hurried to the front yard and happened to see her father about to go out.

She saw that although her father had obviously washed and combed his hair, he still exuded a faint scent of powder that belonged only to women. Thinking of her mother's endless complaints just now, her face immediately darkened.

The mother suddenly fell ill and was bedridden, unable to get up, but her good father still had the mind to fool around with a wild woman in broad daylight!

As expected, all men are unreliable. Since all men are unreliable, she will naturally choose the best. Even if she loses the man’s favor, at least she still has the honor that others cannot envy!

Thinking of this, she suppressed her resentment, bowed respectfully, and said softly:

"Father, I heard that Prince Yong'an is here. Wouldn't you like to bring your family to pay your respects? Mother is ill and can't get up. If my brother and I are absent, it may cause dissatisfaction to the noble."

Zhao Zimin nodded in agreement. His daughter had always been smart and clever, much better than his reckless son.

So he angrily shouted to the steward who was waiting beside him:

"Why don't you call the eldest master over quickly? If that brat was half as sensible as his sister, I wouldn't have to worry so much!"

Zhao Wenhan followed his father and sister reluctantly. The hem of his sister's skirt embroidered with brocade flowers made his eyes feel uncomfortable.

My mother is still sick, but she dressed up so gorgeously just to meet that damn Prince Yong'an. If my mother knew about this, she would be so sad.

He kept his head down from beginning to end, and didn't even notice that the person in front of him had stopped, so he bumped into Zhao Zimin's back.

Zhao Zimin was knocked off balance by his own son and nearly fell flat on his face. He was so angry that his face turned blue.

But at this moment he had no intention of teaching his son a lesson. Instead, he pushed the steward away and went forward to knock on the door himself.

Dozens of people marched into the city, and servants had been following them from a distance, so it was not difficult to find the whereabouts of Prince Yong'an and his entourage.

However, what surprised Zhao Zimin was that Prince Yong'an had actually bought a villa in Dengzhou a long time ago.

Although this house is a bit remote, its advantage is its quiet environment and exquisite and grand courtyard, which is enough to show that the owner of the house has selected it carefully.

The group waited for a long time before finally hearing the sound of the bolt being pulled. Zhao Zimin secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The man who opened the door was a burly man with hands as big as palm-leaf fans, murderous eyes and a voice as loud as a bell:

"what's up?"

Several people involuntarily took a half step back, and there was silence for a moment. Zhao Zimin gritted his teeth and bowed, saying:

"I am Zhao Zimin, the governor of Dengzhou. I have come to pay my respects to His Majesty. I would like to ask this... strong man to help pass on the message."

After saying this, seeing that the manager beside him was still standing there in a daze, he frowned, coughed lightly, and winked at him.

The butler finally came to his senses, quickly pulled out a thick purse from his sleeve and presented it to him with both hands.

"This is a small gift from my master. I hope you will accept it."

Xuan Si never looked at the steward from beginning to end. As a secret guard he had no plans to marry, silver and money were no different from pebbles to him.

The mansion was a bit busy right now, and he was called in temporarily to guard the gate. As he had received instructions from his master long ago, he nodded without hesitation.

"The servants are waiting outside. Sir Zhao, please follow me down."

Zhao Zimin followed behind with his two children, almost jogging to keep up, and could not spare the attention to take in the scenery and layout of the courtyard.

Zhao Qianyan was wearing soft-soled embroidered shoes. She felt blisters on the soles of her feet after walking a short distance. There was no maid to support her, so she could only grit her teeth and endure it.

When she finally arrived at the reception hall, she was already sweating profusely, her hairpins and rings were loose, and she raised her legs as if they were filled with lead. When she saw the chairs in the hall, she wanted to sit on them immediately.

Of course, she could only think about it. Now that she finally met the person she had been looking forward to for a long time, she must leave a good impression on the other party.

Before the nobleman spoke, she kept her head down, with an extremely elegant and dignified posture.

"I will be settling down in Dengzhou from now on. Lord Zhao, please take good care of me."

A cool and cold voice came from the front. Zhao Qianyan felt strangely familiar. She resisted the urge to look up, but suddenly heard her brother blurt out in surprise:

"why you?!"

"Rebellious son, don't act so presumptuously in front of the prince!"

Zhao Zimin wished he could eat this son of a bitch alive. He raised his hand and slapped him hard, then apologized to Xuanyuan Yan repeatedly.

Xuanyuan Yan remained indifferent, playing with the teacup in his hand, and said with a sarcastic smile on his face:

"Why, do you seem very unconvinced to see me, the eldest son of the Zhao family? Oh, by the way, you once asked me for food, but I refused. It seems that you are holding a grudge against me."

What does "begging" mean? He clearly wants to exchange it for money! With a bright red slap mark on his face, Zhao Wenhan felt ashamed and angry, but he opened his mouth but couldn't say anything.

Although he was usually arrogant and domineering, the other party was a high and mighty prince, and he was like an ant in his eyes, so he could only give in.

Zhao Zimin was confused. What did "begging" mean? How could his son be reduced to begging for food? He looked at his eldest son with complicated eyes, waiting to ask him in detail after he left.

Zhao Qianyan on the other side finally couldn't help but raised her head. When she saw who was coming, she felt an irrepressible ecstasy in her heart!

Prince Yong'an turned out to be the man she met on the way here, a man who looked like a banished immortal! No wonder he looked down upon her and her brother. Now that she thought about it, they were indeed rude.

So she took a few steps forward, bowed gracefully, and said softly in the sweetest voice:

"I hope Your Majesty will not take issue with my daughter's brother. He was just too shocked, so he spoke without restraint.

You are new to Dengzhou and are unfamiliar with everything here. If you don't mind, I will volunteer to be your guide and take you around the city to learn about the local conditions and customs of Dengzhou."

This sweet voice was specially practiced by her, and it was soft and melodious, like water and singing. Everyone who heard it praised it. Men were intoxicated by it, and even women could only envy and be jealous.

Therefore, she was very confident that the other party would be willing to continue chatting with her.

"Are the customs of Dengzhou so open? Women can chat up with men at will, and even go out with strange men without any scruples? This is really an eye-opener for me today.

How did Dengzhou under Lord Zhao's jurisdiction become so different? "

Xuanyuan Yan never looked at Zhao Qianyan from beginning to end, and took a sip of tea with some boredom.

The expected bitter taste did not come. Curiously, he opened the tea lid and gently shook the tea. He saw a few jasmine petals floating in the tea leaves. He thought that the original bitterness was covered by these petals.

Such a fresh and unique method must have come from the hands of his little girl.

Thinking of this, he felt impatient and no longer had the patience to deal with irrelevant people. He began to miss his own little girl.

Zhao Zimin's face immediately turned purple due to the sarcastic words. He never expected that his daughter's flattery would backfire.

He took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat off his forehead, then replied awkwardly:

“Your Majesty, you have misunderstood. My daughter, she just…she just wants to do her best for you.

There is nothing special about the customs of our Dengzhou people. You will know it after living here for a few days."

"Oh, it turns out that your young lady is just bold and open-minded. Your family tradition is really special.

If I want to go out for fun, I have my fiancée to accompany me, so I don't need irrelevant people to be an eyesore. It's getting late, Lord Zhao, please go back. Goodbye."