Ingenuity

Qingyan observed what Zhuang Hansu stuffed into his hand when he passed by the palace last time.

A small white slightly rough stone, except for the color, there is nothing unusual. Thoughts are flying around, Qingyan's expression becomes serious unconsciously.

What the hell is this?

What Zhuang Hansu said...

"Qing'er!" Yan Zhi was as reckless as a fledgling young man, with a panicked expression on his face, he almost fell down, "Are you okay!"

Qingyan came back to her senses, put away the stone, and habitually adjusted her expression, "What's wrong?"

"I sent Pingxin back to the camp, only to find that BMW had returned by himself."

God knows what expression he had at that time, and immediately sent people to search in panic. After searching for a long time, some people said that they saw him and Zhuang Hansu leaving the hunt together, and he had no intention of doing anything, and his mind was not on himself for several hours.

Qingyan smiled, "Why would something happen to me, it's just that the horse was a little frightened, and happened to meet King Han who took me out of the forest."

"He..." What kindness could that man have?

Yan Zhi hesitated, "He... didn't do anything to you, did he?"

Qingyan looked like, are you kidding me, "King Han has no grievances with me, so why did you treat me like that?"

Yan Zhi felt a little relieved, "It really scared me. I can't let you out of my sight when I'm out in the future."

Qingyan nodded with a gentle smile, "Have you had dinner yet?"

"Where are you still in the mood to eat?" Yan Zhi breathed out all afternoon, his mood relaxed, and after he asked this question, he really felt hungry, "Have you eaten?"

Qingyan nodded, "Let me have dinner with you."

This time Yan Zhi let go of his troubles completely, was happy, and smiled like a child, "Okay!"

Qingyan was quietly by Yan Zhi's side, while Yan Zhi was delighted, a thought suddenly occurred to him - he just wanted to be like this for the rest of his life, to be carefree and content, only for this one person.

Thinking about it this way, it was inevitable to think of Ping Xin's bad thing.

Neither the father, the queen, nor the queen told him that it was a determined decision not to allow him to make trouble, and it was basically a certainty.

But green salt...

Yan Zhi shuddered when he thought of his mother's cold face and piercing words.

Seeing him startled, Qingyan felt confused for a moment, "What's wrong? Is it cold? The food is not tasty?"

Yan Zhi silently shook his head, "Qing'er...you..."

But how do you say this?Qing'er never said anything that pleased him, how could he tell him to follow him all the time?

Qing'er is someone he really likes, the more he gets along with him, the stronger his feeling.

He finally understood that sentence.

Wish to win a heart.

He didn't want anyone else, and he didn't want anyone to bother him.

How nice it is to be so quiet.

Qingyan guessed very well in his heart, but he didn't say anything. Although he liked Yan Zhi in it, but his identity was suppressed in his heart, and he never dared to reveal his heart. Now the real problem is in front of him. , the two of them are probably doomed to miss each other.

That being the case, why bother to say anything and leave regrets.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Qingyan had no choice but to find a topic, "The weather is getting colder, so we should add more clothes and be more careful."

What he said was like he didn't know that the four seasons in the northern country were like spring.

but……

Has the weather been a little cooler recently?

Yan Zhi nodded, suddenly remembered something, "Do you still have enough clothes? I'll take you to make some tomorrow."

"The clothes the prince gave you haven't finished yet."

"Those are different." Yan Zhi couldn't refuse, "I'll come back tomorrow and we'll go together. You pick the styles you like and make more for you."

Qingyan nodded.

If Yan Zhi gets married, can he still stay in this other courtyard?

Forget it, wherever he goes, he will go there.

Perhaps because Yan Zhi was the only person he had contact with so deeply after losing his memory, Qingyan was psychologically dependent on this person.

Is it good or bad?

Qingyan lowered her head and gave a wry smile, casually pinched a small and delicate snack, and ate it without taste.

Yan Zhi stood still in the hall with a sullen face.

The emperor saw his son's appearance, and he knew what it meant, and he didn't respond, so he bowed his head and approved the memorial.

Compared with the emperor's patience, it has to be rebuilt for decades.

Yan Zhi finally lost his temper, and said to his father in a bad tone, "What do you mean?"

The emperor took a piece of pastry at hand and tasted it carefully, it looked delicious.

Yan Zhi wanted to stomp his feet to find a sense of presence, and knew that this father was very wicked, so he opened the door and window to speak out.

"I won't marry her!"

As expected, the emperor ate the pastry in one bite, took a sip of tea leisurely, put down the teacup and didn't lift his head: "No."

"There are so many princes! Just find one to get married. Why do you want me to go? Am I your son?"

"What do you know."

"I do not like her!"

"Whoever you like, just marry again."

"..."

Scumbag!A living scumbag!

"Or..." The emperor finally raised his head and glanced at him in the midst of his busy schedule, "Tell your mother, if your mother says you don't need to marry, then I don't care."

"..." Yan Zhi had a devastated face, and after a long time he muttered, "You know how to suppress me with the queen mother."

The emperor insisted that I don't care and his attitude was very clear. He looked invulnerable and gritted his teeth with hatred. He was so angry that he turned his face away without saying goodbye.

At this time, the serious emperor threw away the memorial in his hand, and frowned, "It's all written in such a way that it's written in a word, and it doesn't even talk about what it's going to do. I don't understand a single sentence."

The eunuch next to him resisted the urge to laugh, "Your servant, bring me some more cakes?"

"Hmm." The emperor snorted sullenly, and concentrated on eating the pastry on the plate.

Yan Zhi had just gone out and walked two steps before turning back again. Dayi Lingran pushed the door open and questioned his father who was so scared that he choked on the pastry, "You said that the queen mother agreed, so you don't care, right?"

"Cough, cough, cough..." The emperor looked at this brat, who would kill your father sooner or later, coughing, nodding and waving his hand to let him go down, saving him from indigestion.

Well, he will go to find the queen mother!