The Regent's Sweetheart

Chapter 768 The Great Wedding

Old Yu smiled, but didn't say anything. If the news of the princess's pregnancy reaches Mobei, no matter whether it's a man or a woman, Mobei will have to rush over quickly.

At this time, Lin Jiaojiao suddenly said: "I hope that Mr. Yu will hide this matter for the princess for the time being."

Hearing this, Mr. Yu was taken aback, although he didn't know the reason, he still clasped his hands together: "Yes."

After Mr. Yu finished writing the prescription, he gave some instructions to Lin Jiaojiao and left Zuili Qiankun.

There were only Xuemei and Shishi left in the room, Xuemei asked strangely: "Your Majesty, why did you hide it? Isn't this a happy event?"

There is no aunt or anything in the family, so there is no harm.

"Not yet." Lin Jiaojiao said.

……

———In the outskirts of the city, Yi'an Tea House.

The scenery here is open, quiet as if there is no one there, a large bamboo forest moves with the breeze, and there are bursts of bamboo fragrance. Compared with the bustling capital, such places are like morning stars.

The teahouse only has two small floors, and there are few people coming and going here, and the only people who can find it here are some leisurely people and elegant and quiet nobles in Beijing.

"Young master." A dull voice came from a quiet room.

Lin Xingzhi was still wearing the white round-neck gown he usually wears. The thin silkworm coat reveals the light blue inside, and the blue silk is idle today. If it weren't for the heroic spirit between his eyebrows, he might be recognized as a woman's face, cold and elegant Expensive.

"Sit." With a clean and deep voice, Lin Xingzhi poured a cup of tea for the man in Tsing Yi.

After the man in Tsing Yi sat down, he began to say: "My lord, Mrs. Chen of the Lin family is dead, but the Lin family is keeping the funeral secret, and the cause of his death is even more ominous."

"Princess Duan is also different. She returned to the Lin Mansion just after giving birth, as if nothing happened."

Hearing this, Lin Xingzhi's expression was still calm and calm, and he didn't have any emotional fluctuations. He just said: "Don't worry about it, what happened to tell you?"

The man in Tsing Yi bowed his head slightly, and said: "I've messed up with you sir, it's hard to track down his whereabouts."

Then stood up: "Sir, punish me."

Lin Xingzhi's hand holding the teacup paused, his slender fingertips were more moist than the white jade cup, he put the teacup down firmly, and said in a voice: "It's okay."

"Thank you, Young Master." The man in Tsing Yi cupped his hands again.

Then he reminded: "By the way, my lord, when I came down, I watched the young lady from a distance near the Prince Regent's mansion. The young lady doesn't look very well, can the young master plan to meet the young lady?"

Hearing this, Lin Xingzhi's expression became sad at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his brows and eyes were full of worry.

However, he narrowed his eyes for a while and said, "It's not the time yet."

Then he raised his eyes to look at the man in Tsing Yi, with a calm expression, and said: "The wind is going to blow up, so prepare early."

"Yes." The man in Tsing Yi responded.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and the man in Tsing Yi went to open the door, only to see a very cute little girl standing at the door.

The little girl's name is Yuehetu, she is about seven years old, she looks beautiful, lively and playful, wearing a beautiful and delicate warm apricot dress, she is cute and cute.

Holding a plate of snacks in her hand, she saw the man in Tsing Yi and said with a smile, "Uncle Qing, you are back."

"Well, Hetu, you've grown taller again." The man in Tsing Yi couldn't help but want to reach out and rub the little girl's head.

Yuehetu took half a step back, suddenly stopped smiling, and said a little coquettishly, "If you touch your head, you won't grow taller."

"Stingy." The man in Tsing Yi couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

Afterwards, the little girl entered the room, put down the pastry and said obediently: "Master, my apprentice made your favorite chestnut cake, Master, try it."

(End of this chapter)