Lock and secure

Luo Yao slowly folded his umbrella, handed it to Qingling, and walked past Li Qingyun as if nothing had happened.

The guards looked at each other, not daring to stop him.

"Alas, if it weren't for the prince's arrangements, I'm afraid all the prisoners in our cell would have escaped."

"That's right. Fortunately, it snowed heavily, otherwise, there would be no way for us to put out such a big fire." Thinking of the thick smoke in the county magistrate's office early in the morning, the two jailers were still frightened.

Suddenly, a man came in and the two jailers stood up immediately.

"princess!"

"Princess, why are you here?"

"Princess, you can't go in! The prince has given orders!"

"What about him?"

"Your Highness...Your Highness is in the innermost part! Please leave. The smoke hasn't dissipated yet."

"What are you talking about, hehe...me? This is the second time I've seen him, okay?" The sound of conversation came from the end of the cell.

Luo Yao stopped.

"Are you just hoping that I have something to do with that man and princess of yours? Hiss!" The excruciating pain of his burning skin still couldn't shut the man up. He gasped and irritated Bei Zhenting, "Hey, Prince Yong'an, I'm just curious about what it feels like to be a god..."

There was a loud crash, and then there was silence for a while before another sound was heard.

"It hurts, you lunatic!" the man roared.

Bei Zhenting walked out of the cell and ordered someone to lock the door.

"Don't leave, you haven't told me what happened to my people?!"

Bei Zhenting didn't even bother to look at He Xinlin. He washed his hands in the copper basin brought by the jailer, turned around and left, and heard He Xinlin's roar behind him.

"Stop howling... They're all dead. The one who came to save you took poison in prison. I don't know who started the fire, but everything was burned to ashes..." The jailer shook his head and left.

Bei Zhenting came out with a gloomy face, and two jailers came forward to greet him attentively, "Your Highness, you have worked hard, you have worked hard!"

Bei Zhenting ignored the two of them. His eyes fell on Luo Yao who was standing aside. He didn't expect Luo Yao to be here. With a little haste on his face, Bei Zhenting stepped forward and held Luo Yao's hand.

"You're sick, why don't you take a good rest?"

Luo Yao pursed his lips, looking like he was about to cry.

"Did you hear everything?" Bei Zhenting brushed aside his sweat-soaked hair that was stuck to his forehead.

Luo Yao pushed his hand away and nodded.

He heard it all. There is no He Xinlin in this world...

Without that scary man...

"Thank you."

Luo Yao's voice was barely audible.

"How do you thank me?" Bei Zhenting looked at him with amusement.

Luo Yao bit his lip, frowned, thought for a while, and shook his head. He didn't know how to thank him, but he felt a little happy, and the deer in his heart started dancing.

Luo Yao wiped away her tears, put her arm around Bei Zhenting's arm, and with a bit of playful intimacy, she hung her whole body on Bei Zhenting's arm.

What a little fool! I have to guide him well in the future, Bei Zhenting thought to himself again, and resigned himself to his fate, dragging the koala hanging on his arm out the door.

The sick Luo Yao was very clingy and didn't care about other people's eyes.

The two men walked out of the dungeon. The snow stopped and the people outside had been dispersed. The two men wandered out onto the street.

Snow cannot stop merchants from doing business.

There are still many hawkers and stalls on the street, hawking their wares and soliciting customers.

Bei Zhenting looked at Luo Yao's pale little face and was a little worried about him.

"If you feel sick, let's go back."

Luo Yao shook his head and a smile appeared on his face, a slightly awkward and restrained smile, a smile that came after experiencing too much suffering.

Bei Zhenting felt a dull pain in his heart when he saw the smile on his face, and he couldn't help but reach out and hold that smile.

"You look beautiful when you smile. Smile more in the future, like this..." Bei Zhenting pinched his hot little face and lifted the corners of his mouth.

"That's the right way to laugh."

Luo Yao felt a little uncomfortable with his torment, so he grabbed his hand, threw it aside and ran forward, turning his head and showing a wanton smile as he ran.

"Your Highness, I want that!" Luo Yao pointed at the old man selling candied haws not far away and ran up to him without waiting for Bei Zhenting.

She picked two strings of big, round, red candied haws and ate them while waiting for Bei Zhenting to come and pay.

I have seen naughty children, but I have never seen one as naughty as this one. The old man selling candied haws was at a loss. He stretched out his hand and didn't know whether he should grab his candied haws back.

Bei Zhenting followed in three or two steps, put the silver in the old man's hand, and pulled Luo Yao forward.

"It's so big, I can't find it!"

The old man searched in his skirt pockets, but all the coins he had taken out were still not enough to make the change. When he looked up, the two customers had already walked away...

Bei Zhenting held a crystal clear candied haws in his hand and looked at the happy Luo Yao beside him with a smile, "Yaoyao, did you forget to bring money when you went out?"

Luo Yao shook his head without thinking, still chewing a candied haws, and said vaguely: "I just want you to pay!"

When Bei Zhenting heard this, a different emotion flashed in his eyes. He then reached out and gently took the candied haws from Luo Yao's hand. He gently supported the back of his head with one hand and kissed him deeply.

"Repay the debt." Bei Zhenting was still not satisfied, and a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "Spend this king's money to repay the debt."

Luo Yao opened his mouth slightly, with a hint of moisture on his lips. He had a high fever and played for a while, so his face was flushed. He was suddenly kissed by him and was a little unresponsive.

Bei Zhenting felt itchy when he saw Luo Yao like this. He couldn't help but pull him closer and gave him a passionate kiss.

Luo Yao was so hot from his kiss that he finally managed to squeeze out a "no" from between his teeth, but was blocked by Bei Zhenting's lips and tongue. After the passionate kiss, Bei Zhenting rubbed Luo Yao's neck and hugged him tightly in his arms.

The two were so close that they could almost hear each other's heartbeats. The person who had just kissed was short of oxygen, and now they were hugging each other intimately, Luo Yao's heart was beating like a drum, he was breathing slightly, and his face was so red that it almost bled.

Feeling Luo Yao's shyness and excitement, Bei Zhenting was extremely happy.

After hugging for a while, the two finally separated. After being kissed, Luo Yao finally calmed down a lot, but his face was still red, which was very cute.

Bei Zhenting looked at Luo Yao's shy expression and couldn't help but smile. He stepped forward and took Luo Yao's hand, and the two walked side by side on the street as the night deepened.

As night falls, more people come to the streets and more vendors appear. The night market begins, and the shouts of hawkers are heard one after another, making it very lively.

"Stinky tofu, stinky tofu, Ancun stinky tofu, Ancun stinky tofu!"

"Dried tofu, stinky dried tofu, Twelve Market tea dried tofu, five-spice broad beans, melon seeds, peanuts, come and see and buy!"

……

Luo Yao listened to the shouts, which even had the same tune, and felt as if he had arrived at a snack street on the side of the road.

It was the first time that Bei Zhenting walked seriously on the streets of Dacheng. Only a year had passed, and he didn't even notice that the streets had changed.

Under the emperor's inaction, officials from all over Dacheng were busy trying to achieve results. After only one year, the county towns in various places had already changed their appearance.

The streets were paved with tiles, and many shops, committed to providing the best possible customer service, were revamped and renovated. In the capital, even glass windows appeared...

All of this was actually caused by Luo Yao alone...

"Yaoyao is really capable." Bei Zhenting gave an objective evaluation.

Luo Yao didn't even listen to him and ran ahead.

Looking at the monkey in front of him moving corn here and there, eating from the bowl and looking at Luo Yao waving at him from the frying pan, Bei Zhenting shook his head and followed.

"Your Highness, this is super delicious!" After waiting for a long time, Luo Yao finally got his own small portion of fragrant lotus root meatballs. He put one on a bamboo skewer and handed it to Bei Zhenting's mouth.

Bei Zhenting looked into his bright eyes and took the meatball he fed him in one bite.

The fried lotus root meatballs have the fragrance of lotus root and the deliciousness of pork. They are crispy on the outside and juicy on the inside, with a rich taste.

It’s really good, but you are not allowed to eat it. Bei Zhenting snatched the meatball from Luo Yao’s hand.

"I'm still sick, it's not good to eat anything greasy."

Luo Yao stared in amazement as Bei Zhenting ate all the meatballs he had been waiting for for a long time, and said "Oh" with a pursed mouth.

He did eat a lot of fried food tonight, which was not good, really not good.

After spending an afternoon strolling around the night market, they were exhausted, so they bought some freshly baked sweet potatoes at the corner of the street and headed to Fule Shop.