Crazy criticizes the villain for sticking to his upper body, but the host says he is too naked

"Why are you here?"

Zhi Qian glanced at this little thing who looked soft and weak.

Hmm... I have a little more flesh on my face, so I seem to be doing well! The original owner wishes to treat Wen Yuli well!

"The princess is well..." Wen Yuli hurriedly saluted Zhiqian, "I... I made some food, I hope the princess won't dislike it."

Zhiqian took the food box and said quietly: "Let's go!"

"Huh? Oh..." Wen Yuli followed Zhi Qian with broken steps.

The original owner's courtyard was very noble, with treasures such as red coral from the South China Sea and night pearls from the North Sea clearly displayed.

There is a large bookcase in the corner of the wall, filled with novels and novels, which was the original owner's hobby.

The waiter laid out the food. Three dishes and one soup were all home-cooked dishes.

Wen Yuli: "I don't know what you like to eat, so I cooked some... Princess, does it suit your taste?"

Zhi Qian saw the burn scar on his hand and frowned: "It would be nice if the servants could do this kind of thing, but there are so many servants that you can't do anything about it?"

Hearing this, Wen Yuli's heart tightened and he slowly lowered his head. Don't you like it... He bit his lips lightly, feeling a little at a loss.

Zhiqian put down the bowls and chopsticks and walked into the inner room. Seeing this, Wen Yuli became more convinced that she didn't like the food he cooked. Suddenly, sourness came to her heart, and her eyes swelled, as if something was about to fall.

The next moment, a cold breath enveloped him, and his hand was held by another hand.

Wen Yuli raised his eyes, and a tear fell out of his eye, hitting the hand.

Zhiqian had just entered the room to get the ointment for burns, and was about to put it on his hand, but she didn't expect this little thing's expression.

Withdrawing the hand that handed the ointment, she opened the lid, took some with her fingers, and applied it to his wound.

Zhiqian said disgustedly: "Does it hurt like this? How squeamish! If you can burn your hands even if you cook a dish, why don't you just ask the servants to do it instead of cooking it? I don't lack your food!"

Zhi Qian cursed while applying it, and Wen Yuli felt the coldness on the back of his hand, blinked, and then shed another tear.

It turns out that you don’t like the food he cooks, are you just worried that he will get hurt? Does the princess care about him? She also applied medicine for him, she was so kind...

Wen Yuli: "I...I'm fine, just a little injury! It doesn't matter."

Zhiqian, on the other hand, had an expression like "Do you think I'm a fool?" She even cried in pain and still said it was okay. She wanted to save face and suffer the consequences!

"Well, just say so!" Anyway, I wasn't the one who got hurt.

After the interlude, the two continued to eat. Watching Zhi Qian finish the food he cooked, Wen Yuli felt a little better.

"Princess, I haven't seen my father for a long time. Can I go back? If not, it's okay. Can you send me a letter?" He asked cautiously.

Zhiqian said casually: "You can go if you want! When will I not be allowed to go to you?" It was really weird, as if he was restricting his personal freedom!

Wen Yuli opened his eyes slightly and said in surprise: "Is it really possible?"

Zhiqian: "Remember to bring a few guards to protect you!" Otherwise, if something happens, I will have to clean up the mess!

"Princess, you are so kind!" Wen Yuli awkwardly kissed Zhi Qian on the face, then jumped into her arms and rubbed her to please her.

This is what Xingyun Liushui taught him. Women like this kind of delicate and charming young man the most.

The touch of lips flashed by, warm and soft, like a soft touch, but it still stayed on the cheek.

Zhi Qian's eyes darkened, and she pulled up the troubled young man in her arms.

His cheeks were rosy, his eyes were tightly closed, and his trembling eyelashes showed the boy's nervousness.

The red lips were like a ripe fruit waiting for her to pick.

Zhiqian held his chin with one hand and leaned forward under Wen Yuli's confused eyes.

For a long time, Wen Yuli leaned in Zhi Qian's arms, panting, her lips gleaming, her eyes filled with tears, and her face turned red from holding back.

Zhi Qian calmed down and pushed the young man away calmly: "Squeamish!"

……

Early the next morning, Wen Yuli got on the palace's carriage and went to the Prime Minister's Palace.

He opened the curtain slightly, revealing the noisy market. He pursed his lips, quietly poked his head, and looked outside curiously.

Xingyun: "The streets are very lively these days!"

Liu Shui: "In a few days, the Qiqiao Festival will be held. There will be a lantern festival in the evening, and there is rarely a curfew. Naturally, vendors will seize this opportunity to make money!"

Xingyun rolled his eyes: "Money, money, money, you know money! It's Qiqiao Festival! Two people who are in love with each other, holding hands and spending time together under the moonlight, traveling to the lantern festival together, it feels romantic just thinking about it."

Liu Shui: "Tch~ You must be in love and miss a woman! Humph! I will tell you to marry you off as soon as possible!"

Xingyun stepped forward and pinched Liu Shui: "Bah! I won't listen to you, Shijun! Right, Shijun!"

The two of them were playing and joking, and it was joy along the way.

With a creak, the carriage stopped and had arrived at the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Wen Yuli led the people through rockeries and flowing water, through pavilions and pavilions, and finally arrived at the remote and dilapidated courtyard.

Wen Yuli's biological father, Mrs. Sun, was hunched over and washing clothes by the pond. He wore a white-washed rough shirt with several patches on it, and his white hair was tied up with a simple wooden hairpin.

"Dad!" Wen Yuli called with a choked tone.

"Li'er!" Sun turned around, staggered and hugged Wen Yuli, and the father and son burst into tears.

After not seeing each other for more than half a month, Sun looked even more weathered, with old injuries and new injuries on her exposed arms, which were always bruised.

"The master has sent people to bully you again, hasn't he?" Wen Yuli's eyes turned red as he looked at the scars.

"It's okay..." He blocked the bruises with his sleeves, and then said worriedly: "It's you, what's going on with you? They all said you just attended a banquet... I know you're definitely not that kind of person..."

Wen Yuli told what happened, and Mrs. Sun burst into tears.

"It's all my fault. I shouldn't have let you follow him. If I had known this, I wouldn't have let them succeed even if I risked my life. These father and son are more vicious than the other. What's going on with me? !My Li'er..."

The door was kicked open with a clang, and a group of old men rushed in. Qian was surrounded by them and walked out from behind.

With a sneer on his face, he said: "Who did I think was making such a grand display? It turns out that the noble Shijun An Wang is back."

"Why don't you tell me in advance? I can go out to greet you!"

"Or if you climb up to Prince An, you won't take me as your lord into consideration?"

"If you don't understand the rules like this, it will bring shame on our Prime Minister's Palace if you go out. Come here, please teach me the rules, Shijun Wen!"

The fathers obeyed the order and restrained Wen Yuli and the other two with evil smiles.

Xingyun and Liushui at the door reacted and tried to stop them, but were stopped outside...