Chapter 574: Little Princess Be good

The way to deal with the prince is different from that of others. It is said that Chen Ao is a silly man, but this silly man is also a stinky and hard stone under his feet. It is definitely not the noble noble who is arrogant. But the stupidity of the prince lies in the hope of attracting foreign aid. Chen Ao's method is to give him more foreign aid and stuff a few more pig-like teammates. These people are motivated to build momentum. Not to mention the palace, even the prince himself, it is difficult to control it.

He smiled faintly and asked Liu Sheng to do his own business. He walked into the inner house alone. Now he has become a prince. The mansion has been renovated. Several eunuchs have been transferred to the inner house. The palace also has the right to recruit guards. The leader of the guard house is the young monk Shi Xiaohu. Shi Xiaohu has already been tied and has grown taller. He is almost about to reach Chen Ao's shoulders. Even so, the childishness on his face has not yet been removed. Chen Ao passed through a month's hole and saw this guy chasing a girl and shouting: "Give me back, give me back!"

The girl in front of her smiled like a silver bell, and she didn't forget to look back: "I just won't return." She was wearing a solemn pleated skirt with a bow tied around her waist and holding the skirt. She ran very fast, even Shi Xiaohu was beyond the reach.

When Shi Xiaohu saw Chen Ao, he immediately stopped and came over obediently: "The prince is back, I...I'm in the house guarding the ward."

Chen Ao wanted to touch his bald head, but then he remembered that Xiaohu's bald head was gone. It was a pity to beat him, and shook his head: "Oh, I know, are you catching a thief?"

Shi Xiaohu blushed and said angrily: "She took the eldest lady's dowry."

The girl in front saw that the person behind did not chase after him. When she looked back, she immediately smacked her tongue, and was frozen there and refused to move, looking a little uneasy.

Chen Ao looked at the girl with a chuckling on his face: "When will the princess have time to come to sit in the house? Why is no one greeted me?"

After a year of absence, Princess Qinghe became more and more graceful, with more girlish charm and less childishness. She tied a princess bun on her black hair, and a hairpin with beads of flowers on it, with tassels hanging on it. When she came step by step, the tassels were swaying. On her white and clean face, she had soft and thin skin. Her eyebrows were slender like pictures, and her eyes were twinkling like stars. Under the bridge of her small nose, there was a small mouth, her lips were thin, and she bit her lips low, holding a painting pitifully, and came over reluctantly.

Zhao Ziheng was a little scared and resentful towards Chen Ao. When she walked to Chen Ao, she stamped her feet: "You said it, it's not you, why would I be confined? I stayed with my mother every day and my hair turned white."

Chen Ao smiled, his eyes looked at her hair unscrupulously, and taught Zhao Ziheng to take a step back. In the past, Zhao Ziheng could only giggle when she saw Chen Ao's rude appearance, but now she is a little sensible. She knows what this means, and said with a face: "Look at what you see, dig it out... your eyes..." The front was still assured, and the voice behind her was getting weaker and weaker, and her face turned red.

Chen Ao looked straight: "It's not white-haired, it's better than before. Such a pretty princess is truly unprecedented."

Zhao Ziheng swollen his pretty face, and a bright red flew on his cheeks: "Nonsense, my father said, you are the worst person, you are full of bad water. If you meet you in the future, you will take a detour."

Chen Ao widened his eyes: "Why did King Jin really say that?"

Zhao Ziheng nodded affirmatively.

Chen Ao shook his head. He and King Jin had some friendship, but they really felt sorry for their parents. Even the foolish King Jin knew that he was not a good person. He often came to find him for fun, but taught his daughter to take a detour when he saw him. What is this?

Zhao Ziheng stared wide: "What are you doing when you shake your head?"

Chen Ao said: "I think... your father and I have a little misunderstanding."

Zhao Ziheng pouted: "My father and anyone else have misunderstandings. He had misunderstandings with someone yesterday and beat him up."

Chen Ao clapped his hands: "Good fight."

The two of them were right in front of the moon cave in the back house, facing the scattered sun, Shi Xiaohu had run away without a trace. Halfway through the words, suddenly everything happened. Everyone had said anything in the past, but now they couldn't say anything together. They just felt that they could say something without any scruples in the past, so they couldn't speak at this time.

The sun was very sunny, and fine sweat beads oozing from Zhao Ziheng's forehead. Chen Ao coughed and pulled his sleeves to wipe it. He raised his hand halfway, and stopped again. He thought to himself, would others say that I am a hooligan? Then he thought, "A gentleman is sincere, this is what the wise said, "If you want to do whatever you want, that's a gentleman, he doesn't care." The hand moves up a few points again.

Zhao Ziheng saw Chen Ao's movements and coughed softly. He was froze. He was thinking in his heart, what should I do if he came to wipe me? If he didn't let him wipe, he would definitely ignore me. If he let him wipe, wouldn't he teach him to take advantage of me? He couldn't weigh the pros and cons in his heart, his eyes flashed with panic.

The two of them replayed like slow motion, rolling their sleeves over with arrogant and arrogant manner, not daring to be too fast. The sleeves touched her forehead and just touched it lightly. Unexpectedly, Zhao Ziheng sweated more after touching it lightly.

Chen Ao suddenly felt that he had failed in life. He wiped his sweat, but he also wiped his sweat. Why did he wipe more and more? The two of them were very close and had never been in contact with them before, but at this time, they smelled the other party's breath like orchids, mixed with a fresh and faint fragrance, which made people feel distracted.

Zhao Ziheng's pouting little mouth was slightly loose, closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she suddenly said, "When I was a child, Uncle Liu wiped my sweat on me like this, I miss him very much."

Chen Ao paused for a moment and said, "Who is Uncle Liu?"

Zhao Ziheng opened her eyes wide: "It was my former chief supervisor..."

Chen Ao was stunned for a moment, laughing and crying, hurriedly wiped her forehead, quickly pulled her hand back, and said awkwardly: "I am different from your Uncle Liu."

Zhao Ziheng blinked in a weird way: "What's the difference?"

Chen Ao was stunned: "He doesn't have anything I have."

This answer is extremely profound. If you are not a person in this way, you will definitely be in vain.

Zhao Ziheng opened her eyes wide: "He doesn't have anything about you?" Behind her doubts, there was a bit of shyness. How could the princess not know about these common sense? But at this time, she had to look ignorant. One was curious and see what Chen Ao would answer, and the other was shyness, unwilling to let people know that they understood this truth.

Chen Ao coughed desperately and said embarrassedly: "You will know in the future."

After saying that, both of them looked relieved. Zhao Ziheng was afraid that Chen Ao would poke the window paper out and he would not be able to be a human being. Chen Ao was even more afraid that such things would be said in front of the unmarried girl, and he would not be allowed to take them to the Zongling Mansion for tea.

There was another silence, and Chen Ao suddenly realized that at this time, Zhao Ziheng, who was carefree, had a little more gentleness and no longer had a fool of himself like before. Zhao Ziheng looked at him with a chuckling, but felt that Chen Ao had a little more killing and courage than the sour appearance he used to be. Although he was still serious in front of her, the eyes that had experienced vicissitudes had become more certain and decisive.

Zhao Ziheng pinched the tassels on her headdress and said softly: "I heard you just came from Quanzhou. Is there fun in Quanzhou?"

"Quanzhou?" Chen Ao pulled it out of his memory and shook his head: "It's not fun." He raised his eyebrows heavily.

Zhao Ziheng felt a little tingling, as if she was wronged: "If you don't have fun, you will go, you must have suffered a lot."

Chen Ao thought to himself that he had no food to eat, and he was taken care of by others. But what he yearned for was not the kind of life that was always nervous, but he smiled and his eyes fell on the painting held by Zhao Ziheng: "You came here specially to me to secretly draw."

Zhao Ziheng pouted: "What kind of painting is this? Sister An Ning said that she gave it to me a few days ago. She is not here today, so I will pick it up by myself."

Chen Ao stretched out: "Take the painting and look at it." He took the painting and expanded it to see it. It was his own picture of a lady. The person in the painting was An Ning. This painting is very important to An Ning. How could it be given away when it is said to be given? It must be that this girl could not move her steps when she saw this painting. She had already planned to do such things as roosters and dogs.

But he didn't point it out, just said, "What you are painting is my wife, what are you going to do?"

Zhao Ziheng blushed: "You are so beautiful when you paint Sister An Ning, why did you look different when you painted it in the past? You...you..."

Chen Ao said: "At that time, you were like that. Art comes from life and is higher than life. The same is true for painting. You were like that at that time. You can't be clearly a, but I just want to draw a d?"

Zhao Ziheng must not understand what a and d are, and immediately felt ashamed of himself as a frightened kitten: "I can't be as good as Zhenzhen, nor can I be as good as Sister An Ning."

Chen Ao smiled and comforted: "In the past, the difference was that it was between a and d. At this time, it was different. Ziheng grew up and I will paint for you in two days. It will definitely be no worse than An Ning."

After hearing this sentence, Zhao Ziheng was not as cheering as the Princess Qinghe used to be. Although there was an indescribable joy in his eyes, he looked at Chen Ao with a reserved attitude and whispered: "You must be coaxing me, what is a and what is d?"

"..." Chen Ao was speechless, his eyes glanced at Zhao Ziheng's chest, his breathing was rapid, and then he smiled and said, "I'm talking nonsense."

Zhao Ziheng nodded, Chen Ao wanted to return the painting to her, but she stopped accepting it and said seriously: "You draw it for me and give it to me again. Sister An Ning, I don't want it. You have to remember, don't ignore me, you have so many wives, you must have forgotten me."

I don’t know if this sentence has other profound meanings, or just simply painting and talking about painting. Chen Aohe nodded and said in a pun: “I will definitely not forget it. Madam is as important as Ziheng.”

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