She was too lazy to clean up after dressing up as a villain heroine

After saying this, Yi Wan turned around and jumped out of the window.

But Han Zheng didn't understand what it said, and shouted from behind, "Aren't we going to eat? Where are you going?"

Yiwan popped his head out of the window again, tugged at the mailbox around his neck, and disappeared again.

Han Zheng finally understood and was even more surprised at Yiwan's intelligence. Every time it showed that it could understand what he said and even communicate with him, he couldn't help but marvel at it.

……

Mingde Hall Study.

Mo Qingyang happened to be explaining the article to Xu Qingjie.

Yiwan came in through the window. Xu Qingjie hadn't seen Yiwan for a long time and couldn't control his emotions, so he was frightened.

Mo Qingyang smiled and said, "Are you afraid of cats?"

Xu Qingjie said hurriedly: "No, no, it's just that the ten thousand appeared too suddenly..."

Yi Wan jumped onto Mo Qingyang's desk and pulled the mailbox around his neck.

"It's your junior sister who sent a letter home."

When Mo Qingyang first saw Yiwan coming to deliver the letter, he was surprised for a long time. But now that time has passed, he is no longer surprised and calmly took the mailbox from Yiwan's neck.

Xu Qingjie lowered his eyes.

Yi Wan sat up straight, "Ahhhhhh——"

[I've delivered the letter. I'm leaving now. Han Zheng is waiting for me to have a feast.]

It finished what it wanted to say, nodded at the two of them, turned around, and returned the same way it came. The whole trip took less than ten minutes.

Mo Qingyang was used to its coming and going like the wind, only Xu Qingjie seemed a little reserved.

After all, it was a monster that could take people's lives. It was difficult for Xu Qingjie to completely relax when facing Yi Wan.

Mo Qingyang opened the mailbox. The letter was very short. He glanced at it and read it all. "Your junior sister plans to go home on the 20th. There are still 18 days left."

Xu Qingjie said: "Then I will go to pick her up on the 19th."

Mo Qingyang looked a little embarrassed, and Xu Qingjie asked, "Teacher, is there any problem?"

"Your junior sister said... the prince will pick her up this time."

Xu Qingjie was stunned for a moment, then he showed a stiff smile, "Then Teacher, I won't go. The prince... and my junior sister seem to get along very well."

Mo Qingyang thought of the letter of guarantee and wanted to show off his daughter's ability, but the target was not the right one. He liked this young disciple very much and wanted to marry his daughter to him. Unfortunately, the world played tricks on him. Although he fell in love, he had no future.

"Well, that's right. I thought that with your Junior Sister's temper, the Prince would probably be unhappy."

Xu Qingjie said: "Junior sister is fine."

Mo Qingyang smiled. Even though he was a father, he couldn't just close his eyes and say that his daughter was a good person. Zhenzhen had obvious flaws in her character. She was not virtuous enough and had a willful temper. Fortunately, she looked like him.

People are more tolerant towards good-looking people.

"With your junior sister's temper, you're only saying she's good." Mo Qingyang sighed and shook his head, "I don't know if she can live a good life after getting married."

"Of course you can, even if..." Xu Qingjie swallowed the unlucky words and continued, "That's also the problem of the Duke's Mansion."

Mo Qingyang said, "Your Junior Sister is not as good as you say." But his expression showed that he agreed with Xu Qingjie's words. "The Duke's wife..." He narrowed his eyes slightly, then smiled, "It's not a big problem."

Xu Qingjie said: "With the teacher here, he will definitely be able to protect the little junior sister."

"The teacher is old now. In the future, you, the little junior sister, will have to rely on you senior brothers."

Xu Qingjie was terrified. "Teacher, you are in your prime. We will all have to rely on you in the future."

Mo Qingyang smiled and waved his hand, ending the topic about his daughter and talking about Xu Qingjie's article again.

……

Yi Wan had a good meal and returned to the temple in the evening. He did not forget to tell Qiao Zhenzhen that Han Zheng had mistakenly read the letter she wrote to Mo Qingyang.

Qiao Zhenzhen recalled that she didn't seem to have written anything that Han Zheng couldn't read.

So I put the matter behind me.

……

Twenty days passed in a flash, and on the appointed day, Han Zheng got up while it was still dark. Just as the city gate opened, he took hundreds of guards from his family and went to Baoguo Temple.

When he arrived at Baoguo Temple, Qiao Zhenzhen had just finished breakfast and Yiwan was still sleeping in.

Xia Xiang came over with a smile, "Miss, the prince is here."

Qiao Zhenzhen was surprised, "So early?"

"Yes, at this hour, the prince must have left early in the morning. He must have missed you and wanted to see you earlier—"

I didn't expect Xia Xiang to be so love-minded. Qiao Zhenzhen let out a soft "huh".

Neither confirm nor deny.

"What about others?"

"It's in the front yard. Do you want to go over there, or should you ask the prince to come directly?"

It's the twelfth lunar month now, and it's a bit cold outside. Qiao Zhenzhen doesn't want to go out unless it's necessary. She has been practicing martial arts indoors recently. Southerners have not yet adapted to the north, and the cold is unbearable. They wish they could curl up on the kang every day.

"Just ask him to come over directly."

As she spoke, Qiao Zhenzhen lifted the quilt and got off the kang. Dongxiang immediately came forward to help her put on her shoes and put a thick coat on her. Qiao Zhenzhen sat down in front of the dressing table and said, "Take him to my study. I'll comb his hair and then I'll be there."

Xia Xiang responded and ran out the door.

"Since I'm going home today, I'll wear my hair in a bun, it's auspicious."

Dongxiang nodded.

Every time Xu Qingjie came to pick her up, he would arrive the day before, stay a day, leaving enough time, and leave the next day.

Han Zheng was not like that. He came and left on the same day, so time was a bit tight. Fortunately, Qiao Zhenzhen had someone pack the luggage to be taken home the day before.

After Qiao Zhenzhen finished dressing up, Han Zheng was waiting in the small study and had two cups of tea.

She dressed warmly and went over. When she saw people, she asked, "Have you had breakfast?"

Han Zheng saw that her lips were painted bright red, she wore a golden flower-studded hair comb on her head, and she was wearing a bright red dress. Even her cape was red, except for a circle of white fur on the edge. Her little face was as crystal clear as jade, and her eyebrows and eyes were beautiful, which made people feel bright and illuminated the whole room.

She couldn't help but wonder if she had dressed like this when her Senior Brother Xu came to pick her up.

For men, she looks too...

"It looks very good." said Han Zheng.

Qiao Zhenzhen was stunned for a moment before she said, "Thank you." She asked again, "Have you had breakfast?"

Han Zheng then replied: "No."

Qiao Zhenzhen turned around and told Dongxiang, "Go and bring another breakfast." Then she asked Han Zheng, "The people who came with you didn't have breakfast, right?"

"No."

"How many people came?"

"More than a hundred people."

"... so many." Her small courtyard definitely couldn't provide them all. She said to Xia Xiang, "Let's go to the canteen in the temple in front and have a look..."

"No need to go through so much trouble." Han Zheng interrupted her.

"It's cold, and we'll have to walk for hours in the cold wind before we get back. How can we not eat something?" Qiao Zhenzhen said, and continued to instruct Xia Xiang, "There should be food in the cafeteria. If it's not enough, you can pay some money and ask the chef to make some more."

"Okay, girl." Xia Xiang bent her knees and went out of the study to do some work.

Dongxiang then went out and went to the kitchen to prepare food.

There were only two people left in the study.

It has been less than a month since we last met, and though we have exchanged letters a few times, we haven't become too distant.

But Han Zheng was not a person who was good at making small talk, so no one spoke for a while.

The two sat down next to each other, and Qiao Zhenzhen asked, "Why are you here so early? I thought you would come at lunch time."