Ye Qianning watched coldly. Emperor Beili tried his best to find her, just because he felt that she and Xiang Minghou were still related by blood.
Xiang Zhenzhu was just a door to test her. If she couldn't knock it open, it would be of no value. No one would bother her anymore. If she did, that would be the beginning of her nightmare.
The Wang family is not a good person. If Xiang Zhenzhu has enough brains, he can use the emperor to get rid of the Wang family. But if he insists on spending his attention on them, they don't need to take action. Someone will hold her high and have enough ambitions.
Ambition can make a person crazy, so crazy that he wants to destroy everyone...
Ye Qianning sighed and turned to look at the wall: "Dad, you run out all day long, are you sure you won't be discovered?"
After she finished speaking, Zhan Chi climbed over the wall and entered the hospital, straightened his clothes and walked towards her.
“There are so many aristocratic families in the capital, and there are no more people in the royal family to keep an eye on me.” Zhan Chi walked into the pavilion and pushed the oil paper bag in his hand in front of her: “The roast chicken that was just packed from Xianren Zui.”
…”
Ye Qianning's mouth twitched, as if she was being held captive.
Zhan Chi raised his hand to open the oil paper package, and the fragrance spread everywhere. He handed over the chopsticks wrapped in oil paper: "I know you like this mouthful, and the taste will be bad when it cools down."
Ye Qianning picked up the chopsticks and turned around to tell Yingge to get another pair of chopsticks.
“Isn’t it the child from the second room of Xiang’s family who just left?” Zhan Chi asked.
"Um."
“I think that child’s bones are not good.”
"When did dad learn to read faces?" Ye Qianning raised her eyebrows and smiled.
"When I first started learning and figured out a few things, I said that the kid just now will probably be confused when he enters the capital, and your reminder may not be effective."
“Having said that, it’s up to her to decide how she wants to go.”
Everyone is responsible for everyone's actions. She is not welcome in the Wang family, but at least she can live in peace.
The Wang family **** blood, and it’s not without a little bit of humanity. After entering the capital, Xiang Zhenzhu was more important than the Wang family in the eyes of the emperor. She could control the Wang family with a little toughness.
Hearing this, Zhan Chi just shook his head slightly.
Yingge brought chopsticks and brought them to Zhan Chi.
Ye Qianning cut the roasted chicken in half, deftly removed the bones, and pushed one portion in front of Zhan Chi.
Zhan Chi was flattered, and then raised his eyebrows and smiled. He picked up his chopsticks and took a bite. The taste was even more delicious than usual.
I feel even more happy.
The two of them each ate half of a roasted chicken. Ye Qianning was a little stuffed and still wanted to kill it.
“I’ll bring two here today.”
Ye Qianning: "...I have something to do tomorrow, so I won't eat at home."
"What's up?"
“Several gentlemen were injured in the Royal Garden assassination yesterday. I want to go and express my gratitude in person tomorrow.”
"Well, I do want to say thank you." Zhan Chi shook the folding fan in his hand twice: "Students who walked out of Loushan Academy rushed to the capital in groups. In another half month, the restaurants in the capital may not be able to accommodate you. Your grandfather It means that the Zhan family will free up all the rooms in the house and give the scholars from all over the world a place to stay."
What did Ye Qianning think of when he heard this: "Don't let grandpa make any noise beforehand."
"What's wrong?"
“Early this morning I heard that the prince was reprimanded by the emperor precisely because of the scholar’s entry into the capital.”
Zhan Chi was puzzled: "Why did the emperor reprimand the prince when the scholar came to the capital?"
“The prince and several civil servants were discussing with the emperor the matter of the literati moving in. The prince’s idea was similar to that of grandpa. He wanted the officials’ mansions to be vacated for the literati to move in until the priests were finished.”
