Perhaps it was because the news of today was very popular and the rumors spread to Dong Zhao. Qingyan couldn't ask her what version she heard.

"Not whether you want to refuse or not, just say that Xiaoman Duwei dares to ride with you, which shows how much she believes in you." Dong Zhao raised his face again, "I heard that when you went to Xichuan to handle the route through Fengling Gorge, you risked your life to save her life. Is this happening?"

Qing Yan stabbed the man with a lot of tongue hard in his heart and then felt a little relieved in his heart.

"There is such a thing, but Zhaoer, don't think too much. In that case, I can only save her. If Shangguan Bailu's only daughter died like this in front of me, I will be alive for a few days after returning to Beijing."

Dong Zhao said dismissively: "You are clean. You didn't get married to me at that time. Who knows what you were thinking about?"

"Oh my Zhaoer, what can I think? Since the Battle of Luoxi Lake, I have been full of you. How could I tolerate other women? Otherwise, if Your Majesty asked me to transport grain south, how could I do so quickly? And in order to marry you, I didn't frown at all." Qing Yan's tone was sincere and his eyes were firm.

Thinking of all the previous things, Dong Zhao calmed down, but said: "Even if you didn't have any bad ideas, it's hard to guarantee that she won't be moved."

"Zhaoer, you don't know anything, Feiyan... Shangguan... Xiaoman Duwei has never liked me very much, and his relationship has changed after saving her life, but it is definitely not as good as you said. Oh, by the way, today she was still shouting in the sky that she wanted to cook the dishes for the man she liked for the rest of her life."

"Oh? What was her original words?"

"I think about it, what she said seemed to be to make what she likes..." Qingyan was stunned at this point.

When Dong Zhao saw this, his eyes stern, "What do you like?"

"She seems to say that she will let her father who she likes to be healthy and live a long life. This shows that Xiaoman Duwei doesn't care about the long love between children now, and her wishes are all for her father." Qingyan tried his best to make herself look natural.

"So you really say that?" Dong Zhao obviously didn't believe it.

"That's true. If you don't believe it, you can ask Ling'er. She could hear it clearly at that time." Qing Yan sighed inwardly, because Dong Zhao would never ask his sister about this matter.

Dong Zhao stared at Qingyan's eyes for a long time, then she smiled from Yin Zhuanqing, "I'm just teasing you. Look, I'm scared you. As the king of shoulder-to-shoulder besides me, it's just a few concubines. If you fall for the truth, what's wrong with marrying me?"

Even though the other party smiled very brightly, Qingyan still heard a trace of murderous aura in his tone and waved his hand quickly, "What kind of concubine is not a concubine? Our Zhao family is not good at that. The father only has a mother and wife, but..."

Dong Zhao said curiously: "But what? Are there any other hidden information?"

Seeing that he had successfully attracted Dong Zhao's attention, Qingyan smiled and said, "Hehe... Zhao'er said so well. Next, I will tell you about the confused accounts of my father back then. Why not chat with us cats in bed?"

In Dong Zhao's mind, Qingyan's father was a model husband. When he heard something confused, he didn't care about the concubine. He quickly peeled himself into the quilt like a little lamb, and then patted him and said anxiously: "Why are you still standing there? Come up quickly."

"Oh, I'll come now."

Holding Dong Zhao's shoulders, Qingyan secretly repented in his heart for ten thousand times before he spoke vividly.

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"This story starts many years ago..."

(I am a dividing line)

The next day was the day of a routine meeting. Dong Zhao served his husband and wore the white jade golden python robe he gave him. After finishing the treatment, Dong Zhao nodded secretly.

"This python robe is really suitable for you. Every time you wear it, it makes me feel extraordinary and majestic."

"Then Zhao'er should take care of it, otherwise I would definitely be extremely sloppy if I wear it myself." Qing Yan strongly praised his beautiful wife.

"You haven't finished telling me yesterday. Tonight, you have to explain in detail how Xiao Xixi is discouraged." Since he finished listening last night, Dong Zhao's heart has always been itchy.

Qing Yan stroked the other person's pretty face and joked: "It turns out that women are all the same. They have no ability to resist these things. Well, for my Zhaoer, I will say a few words behind my back. There is no way, I am the best husband in the world."

"Belief, hurry up and leave."

Outside the Tongji Gate, many court officials had already come to the door to wait, and the three or two of them were talking in a low voice, which was exactly the same as before.

Because riding Mo Xue was too swaying, Qingyan would come in a carriage every time the court meeting.

"Prince, we're here." Yang Qiong's voice came from outside the car.

After getting off the carriage, Qingyan slowly walked forward. The other court officials gave way when they saw the white and golden python robes. But Qingyan did not go straight to the door, but slowly came to a corner of the street and alley.

As the saying goes, food is the most important thing for people. Even if you are the Lord of Nine Five, you cannot drink dew every day without eating. Therefore, some merchants set up stalls a hundred feet away from Tongji. Although the styles are not dazzling, the good taste is good and can fill your stomach.

In addition, the court meeting was too early, and few officials were eating in the mansion, and they were dealing with things outside the Tongji Gate. However, the court officials naturally had the face of the court officials. Except for the officials with the lowest rank among the court officials, other ministers never came to the stalls in person, and they were all done by the servants.

Until the appearance of the prince side by side.

Qingyan walked to a wonton stall and smiled enthusiastically, "Master Mi, how is your business today?"

The person named Master Mi is an old man in his fifties and the owner of the wonton stall. Although this young prince in front of him was not the first time he visited him, Master Mi still bowed in panic.

"Oh, we have to repeat this every time we come. Master Mi, you are not tired, I am tired." Qingyan raised his hand to stop the other party just bent his knees, and then smiled and said, "Since the routine has been over, let's get to the topic, the old rules."

"Okay, please wait a moment."

"I said why do you always make this spit?" Zhao Jing was right next to him at this time.

"Of course it's delicious. By the way, why are you sitting here? Do you care about His Majesty's face?" Qing Yan teased.

"I didn't come before because I was surrounded by ministers. Today I deliberately bypassed them and wanted to taste how delicious the wontons were. Our side-by-side prince drooled to this point. The boss gave me a serving, and I want to be like him!" Zhao Jing was also unpretentious, which was also an important reason for being good brothers with Qingyan.

Master Mi thought he was an official, but when he looked up, he was so shocked that he almost reached into the pot.

"One, two, three, four! It's the python robe again!" Master Mi has been doing business here for many years, and his eyes are naturally vicious. After several times, the python on the young man next to him had a few claws, he couldn't help but take a breath.

Rumor has it that the King of Side and the King of Wu has a good relationship. It seems that this person is now in the middle of the day.

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The fourth prince of heaven is King Wu.

"Look at you, I almost let Master Mi burn his hand and ask me to tell you how good you talk to those ministers, and I have to learn from me."

Because the two of them had been together for a long time, Zhao Jing was no longer surprised by the new words that Qingyan mentioned over time. Just as he was about to fight back, he showed up to some riots not far away.

I saw a boy of eight or nine years old holding an entourage from an unknown minister, and was filled with tears in his eyes.

Then, listening to the argument between two people, one big and one small, Qingyan knew that the young boy sold buns, but because he had no stall, he could only walk in the last place with a basket and earn some money from the minister's entourage. As for the entourage who forgot to wait for the Yinliang to go out, and after eating five or six buns, the boy naturally could not let the other party eat the King's meal like this.

"How old is a person, I still have to pay for my income." Qingyan was very despised.

"It's the embarrassing master of the entourage. We don't have to meddle in other people's business. His master will naturally make a big deal later. When the wontons are coming, let's eat them quickly."

The follower saw that the dispute attracted more and more people's attention. He wanted to leave quickly but the boy hugged his thighs tightly. He could not move in full view of the public, and was sweating profusely.

"What's the argument?"

Zhao Xiang walked over at this time and glanced at Qingyan indifferently.

When Master Mi looked up at this time, he was shocked again and thought that today was really strange. Three men qualified to wear python robes gathered inside and outside the stall.

"Report to the prince, the villain just ate a few buns, but after eating, he forgot to bring the money. The villain promised him that he would make up for the next court meeting with the capital and the profit, but he didn't believe it at all. The villain embarrassed the prince." After that, he pulled out his sword and wiped it at his neck.

Seeing that blood was about to splatter on the spot, the man behind Zhao Xiang held the hilt of the follower like a ghost.

"Ha, I'm still a master." Qingyan said vaguely as he chewed the hot wontons.

"His name is Puyang Zhen, he is the commander of the guards of the Prince Pei Mansion. The one on his waist is the 南六文小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小

When the boy was stabbed, he was so scared that he sat on the ground. Although he instinctively wanted to escape, he still gritted his teeth and fought against the other party's terrifying momentum when he thought of his seriously ill mother at home.

"It's just that I forgot to bring some money. How can I deal with you offending me?" Zhao Xiang ordered Puyang to tremble: "Give him some money and let him go."

Puyang Zhen slightly turned his forehead and took out a full ingot of snowflakes from his arms. The boy was overjoyed when he saw the silver. It seemed that his persistence was not in vain. His mother had paid for the medicine these days.

Just as I was about to take the silver ingot with both hands, I suddenly turned black and lost consciousness.

Puyang Zhen said calmly: "Even the humblest dog in the Pei Palace cannot be violated. This time I will only teach you a lesson, and I will not be so lucky next time." Then he slowly walked behind Zhao Xiang.

Many stalls and bosses were reluctant, but they didn't have the courage to come forward to help the boy who had been stunned by silver.

"Slow down."

In the atmosphere where the needle can be heard, the sound was so abrupt, like a heavy hammer hitting everyone's heart.

Puyang Zhen paused, turned around and looked in the direction of the sound. He saw two young men in python robes sitting in a wonton stall, but Puyang Zhen did not care, but waited for the other party's next words.

"No matter whose dog you are, no matter what broken knife you are carrying around your waist, you can't leave if this boy doesn't wake up."

"If I have to leave, what should I do?"

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