He turned around, looking at Qian'er with a smile on his face, "Princess."

Qian'er was shocked.

"Xiao…zhuang."

"I have met the princess." Xiaozhuang came forward to salute.

Qian'er grabbed his wrist and said anxiously: "When is it now? You still talk about these false rituals."

Xiaozhuang stood up straight and looked at her: "The princess's outfit is very unique and beautiful."

Qian'er glanced at him and said angrily: "You are not bad either, Master Longbo!"

In the last four words, she augmented her tone.

Xiaozhuang laughed.

"You're still laughing?"

Seeing his familiar expression again, Qian'er's heart was mixed with emotions.

There is both peace of mind and fear, and more joy.

His cold eyes made her worry, what happened to him, or, he really wanted to stay here as the high priest of Rausch.

But now, all these worries have disappeared.

Qian'er knew that he was still the same little village.

There is no change at all.

"Isn't there someone guarding outside? How did you come in?" Qian'er was worried about his safety first, and subconsciously looked outside.

Xiaozhuang brought a chair and smiled and said, "Princess sits down first and listen to me talk slowly."

"You should tell me a long story, I'm very anxious."

Needless to say, Xiaozhuang could see that she was not only anxious, but also anxious, and seemed to have not eaten well and slept well. Her whole body was exhausted due to excessive consumption.

Xiaozhuang first took out a paper bag from his arms, untied it, and sent it to her, and smiled and said, "You are not used to the food of the Wu tribe, are you? This is what I made, the princess tasted it."

Qian'er looked down and saw that there was a small roasted pigeon wrapped in banana leaves in the paper.

It was slightly browned, with an attractive oily light, and filled with fragrance.

Qian'er hasn't eaten well these two days. After seeing Xiaozhuang, she felt relieved and the feeling of hunger surged.

She held the pigeon in one hand and tore off a leg with the other, asking in a vague way: "Where did the pigeon come from?"

"The high priest raised a lot."

"...You stole your father's carrier pigeon."

When Xiaozhuang heard the word "Dad", he was silent.

Qian'er asked: "Is the High Priest really your biological father?"

"Maybe."

"Are you not sure?"

"It's not that I'm uncertain, I don't care." Xiaozhuang said, "In my memory, I have raised me from childhood to adulthood, and only my adoptive father and mother, godfather, and the queen mother. As for my origin, I don't care."

"I didn't expect that you have such a background."

"I didn't expect it."

"Xiaozhuang, did the High Priest keep you with the prescription for curing the plague?"

"Does the princess know?" Xiaozhuang was surprised.

"I'm also guessing. Because I'm also benefiting from this prescription."

"Is the princess sick too?" Xiaozhuang was shocked.

"It was once. I'm already well now." Qian'er swallowed the flesh in her mouth and smiled at him.

Xiaozhuang squatted in front of her, held a veil, gently wiped off the oil stains from her mouth, and said softly: "I saw you and Xi Niang walking together, and the shrimp's soul was almost gone. Princess, how could you come here?"

Qian'er stopped gnawing at the dove and looked at him blankly: "So you have recognized me a long time ago."

Xiaozhuang stared at her: "Although you wiped the mud all over your face, how could I not recognize you? Sorry, I didn't recognize you earlier."
Chapter completed!