Quick travel: The paranoid god is spoiled by the apex treasure again

In the afternoon, the news that His Majesty rode a horse in the palace with a concubine on the horse caused quite a stir.

Both of them were wearing plain clothes, but the color of the clothes and the patterns on them looked a bit like modern "couple clothes".

Xi Nujin: Oh, it’s just a man’s subtlety.

After leaving the palace and reaching the street entrance, Di Heng held her in his arms and got off the horse. The little imperial concubine's eyes were full of curiosity about the very lively Zhuque Street, which was not far away. She kept looking up while sitting on the horse.

"Your Majesty," Xi Nuojin realized something was wrong and immediately changed his words: "Husband."

The sudden "husband" made Di Heng's heart tremble. This was the first time Jin'er called him husband.

"Madam, please call me husband again." Di Heng led the horse in one hand and Xi Nuojin in the other as they entered Zhuque Street.

On both sides of the street were various shops decorated with their own unique characteristics. As people walked through them, she also saw several stalls of exotic merchants, selling unique carpets and goldware, and there was a constant flow of people shouting and shouting.

"Husband~" Xi Nuojin called him obediently.

The two of them were like an ordinary young couple. The husband accompanied his wife to look here and there. After a while, Di Heng's big black body suddenly became full of things.

Xi Nuojin held some food in her hands. If she couldn't finish it or if it didn't suit her taste, she would give it to Di Heng.

"My husband has something to deal with when he leaves the palace today, right?" Along the way, she saw at least two secret guards coming to report things to Di Heng.

"Yes." Di Heng didn't hide it from her.

"Husband, why don't you go quickly? You're actually wasting your time on shopping with me. Husband, please go quickly. I can go back to see my father and mother by myself." The little imperial concubine took the snacks he was holding in his hand. , waved people away.

Di Heng took her hand: "Okay, madam, I will ask the secret guard to take you back. My husband will pick you up and take you back to the palace in the evening. You just stay at home and don't run around."

"I understand, husband, you should be more careful yourself." Xi Nuojin shook his hand.

Di Heng nodded, smiled slightly, lowered his head and quickly kissed the little imperial concubine.

Xi Nuojin was angry at him, but he was still outside.

After watching Di Heng leave on horseback, she left Zhuque Street and walked towards Xi Mansion.

"Master, madam, your... Miss, our young lady is back!"

When Xi Nujin arrived at the main hall, when he saw his parents, he stepped forward to salute.

"Dad, Aniang, Jin'er."

Before she could say anything, she was stopped by Xi Maobai who took a step forward: "No, Jin'er, what are you doing? Now that you are the imperial concubine, you cannot salute your subordinates. This is against the rules."

The salute was supposed to be their salute to her.

"My father's words are so touching." Xi Nuojin paused, then took Han's arm and acted coquettishly with her like a child: "Jin'er is the palace concubine, but he will always be my father. Mom’s daughter, please take care of Jin’er~”

Hearing Xi Nujin's words, Xi Maobai showed a smile on his face.

"Jin'er, my Jin'er is back... Jin'er is back." Han touched her daughter's face with trembling hands.

"Aniang, it's Jin'er. You should be happy that Jin'er is home. Aniang, I want to eat the tea cake made by the pastry chef at home." Xi Nuojin took Han's hand and said softly to her.

Mrs. Han took her daughter to sit down and asked the kitchen to make cakes for her. After a while, various snacks she liked were brought out one after another. Xi Nuojin picked a piece of tea leaf-shaped tea cake in front of her and took a bite. : "Well, it's still as delicious as before."

"That's good." Mrs. Han was happy to see that she ate well, and poured her some tea.

The mother and daughter had not seen each other for several months, so naturally they had a lot to say. When the women exchanged pleasantries with each other, Xi Maobai couldn't get in the conversation at all, so he could only listen to what they said while eating.

However, Xi Maobai was soon driven away by Mr. Han on the grounds that she wanted to talk to her daughter about something between women.

Xi Zixuan, who had just come back from outside, just said hello to Xi Nuojin, and was pulled away by his father.

Xilinyuan.

Han: "So, Your Majesty is the young master that Jin'er rescued when he was in Yuan County?"

This is the destiny destined by God.

Well, Xi Nuojin nodded, and told Han how he and Di Heng met again. After saying that, he leaned into Han's arms, his eyes filled with the shyness of his daughter: "Auntie, don't worry. , His Majesty is very good, I know that Your Majesty is the one who can spend my life with me."

Mrs. Han's wish is that her daughter can be on the same page with the person she loves, just like she and Xi Maobai, who will be a couple for the rest of their lives and will never take concubines in this life.

Xi Nuojin and Han are mother and daughter, but sometimes they are like sisters who can share and listen to each other's thoughts.

After the mother and daughter finished chatting, Xi Nuojin and Han were doing embroidery in the room together.

Mrs. Han mentioned the custom of women giving men purses at the Imperial Banquet and asked her if she would like to make one for His Majesty.

Xi Nuojin thought for a while and decided to make a mandarin duck's purse and give it to him.

Han had taught her how to make women's red needlework since she was a child, and a purse with exquisite embroidery work was quickly made.

Mr. Han and Xi Nuojin were just about to go to the dining room to have dinner when the maid from the front yard hurried in: "Madam, a young man has come to the front hall. I want you to hurry over."

Xi Nujin knew that Di Heng was coming, so she stuffed her purse into her sleeves and helped Han to the dining room.

The dining room was eerily quiet. The dishes had been served one after another, and Di Heng was seen sitting at the head of the round table, sipping tea leisurely.

"Yundan."