My daily mountain driving, I met a fox at the beginning and got married

"Young Master! Young Master!" A little girl with two buns staggered over, her face flushed and full of panic.

Zhang Hao frowned: "Qingying, why are you so irritable? What happened?"

"Sir!" Qingying, the personal maid, took a breath and pointed to the street outside and said, "The master has been waiting for you at the palace gate for a long time. Why haven't you come yet? You didn't forget, did you?"

Hearing this, Zhang Hao's expression changed instantly.

Her father specifically said yesterday that she would go to the palace to meet the emperor today!
"It's over, it's too late, I'll take a shortcut and run over there first!"

Zhang Hao ran for half a quarter of an hour, and the rows of houses finally disappeared gradually. The scene in front of him became open, and a wide road appeared in front of him.

This is Zhenglong Street, one of the largest main roads in Bianjing City, running through the entire city from south to north.

While Zhang Hao was hurrying, he was thinking about what happened last night.

Last night, my mother, Wang, came back from worshiping Buddha at Hanshan Temple, and somehow she mentioned an important person.

Second Aunt Zhang said: "It's been thirteen years..."

My mother, Wang, nodded and said, "Yes, we have finally returned from the Warring States period. We won a great victory in this battle. The Warring States period was severely damaged. It is estimated that they will not be able to start a war again for at least ten years."

The Second Aunt continued, "Your Highness has endured humiliation and hardship for thirteen years, and has made great military achievements. It is only a matter of time before you are crowned a king and given a higher rank."

"What a pity..." Wang suddenly became a little hesitant. "On the way back, His Highness rested for a few days in Hanshan Temple. I heard from the little monk that His Highness is not in good health and is always coughing. Some people even say that he will not live long... Even if he is rewarded, I am afraid he will not be able to enjoy it..."

Hearing this, Zhang Hao, who was eating snacks nearby, couldn't help himself any longer.

"Mother, aunt, who are you talking about?"

"Seventh Prince!" Wang lowered her voice and said to her, "Back then, our Qing Kingdom was defeated by the Warring States Kingdom, and the Seventh Prince was sent there as a hostage. He was only thirteen years old when he left. You have seen him."

The Seventh Prince? She didn't have much impression. Besides, who could remember the memory of a three-year-old?
After much hurrying, Zhang Hao finally caught up with his father Shi Zhenxiang at the palace gate.

Shi Zhenxiang glared at Zhang Hao fiercely, his eyes full of murderous intent. Zhang Hao could only smile cautiously, thinking that he would be scolded again when he returned.

Eunuch Hai, who was beside the emperor, came out to greet them. The "father and son" followed behind. Zhang Hao quietly moved closer to her father, nudged him with her elbow, and asked in a low voice: "Dad, what exactly did the emperor ask me to enter the palace for?"

"Don't speculate on the emperor's will. Shut your mouth and we will act according to circumstances." Shi Zhenxiang didn't move his mouth, but squeezed out a warning full of regret from his throat.
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Qing is a country with great literary values. For hundreds of years, countless virtuous and knowledgeable scholars, with the noble aspiration of benefiting the continent, have started from Qing and spread knowledge everywhere, which also won a reputation for Qing.

As a country immersed in the ocean of knowledge, the imperial palace is also full of the talent of literati - the imperial garden that is like a landscape ink painting is full of poetic and picturesque scenes, with breeze blowing slowly, gurgling water in the rockery, birds singing and flowers blooming, and even some less noticeable corners are engraved with poems - some of these poems are magnificent, some are full of mountain charm, and most of them are from the hands of the current emperor.

The most talented person in Qing Kingdom was now wearing a white shirt and reading a book in the pavilion in the imperial garden.

Hearing the noise, he raised his head, looked at Shi Zhenxiang and waved.

"Brother Shi, didn't I ask you to wear casual clothes when entering the palace?"

After the father and son kowtowed respectfully, Shi Zhenxiang hurriedly reported: "I have brought my son Zhang Hao to see the emperor. Long live the emperor. I think that since we are the emperor and his subjects, we should abide by the rules and duties. Wearing ordinary clothes to enter the palace is against the rules. I hope the emperor can forgive my sins."

"You are so old-fashioned and pedantic." The emperor laughed and his eyes fell on Zhang Hao who was standing behind him. "My dear nephew, I haven't seen you for a few months. You have grown a lot taller."

Zhang Hao quickly responded "yes" and lowered his head even more.

As far as he could remember, the last time he saw the emperor was probably at the palace banquet during the Chinese New Year. His impression of the emperor was that he was a gentle, amiable monarch who was as kind as a spring breeze. Although the emperor had a good relationship with his father and did not seem to pose any threat, he was the emperor after all, so he should be cautious.

Shi Zhenxiang lowered his head and said, "Your Majesty, I wonder if you let my son enter the palace because of some instructions? He has a lively personality, and every time he enters the palace, he is afraid that he will offend Your Majesty..."

"Hey, don't say that!" Before he could finish his words, Emperor Qing waved his hand, interrupting Shi Zhenxiang's words, and turned to Zhang Hao and said, "I have a case here that I want to hand over to you. Take this case file and take a look at it when you have time. This matter is not urgent, but you must handle it steadily."

Zhang Hao hurriedly took the case file with trepidation, placed the scroll in front of him respectfully, and bowed again, saying, "Yes, I will obey your command."

At this time, a eunuch came over with small steps, bending over, and reported in a low voice: "Your Majesty, the Seventh Prince has arrived."

At the same time, footsteps were heard behind him, followed by a deep male voice.

"My sons and ministers see my father. Long live my father. Long live my father."

"Ah! Yun'er is here too. Come and meet your uncle Shi." The emperor pointed at Shi Zhenxiang and said.

Zhang Hao still lowered his head. From the corner of his eye, he saw a pair of black boots stop in front of his father. He quickly bowed and said, "Yun'er, meet Uncle Shi. It's been many years since we last met. You are still in good health."

The man's tone was as flat as water, without any trace of joy of reunion.

"That's Yan'er, your uncle's son. Didn't you see him when you were a child? Now that he's grown up, I'm afraid you don't recognize him, right?"

After Zhang Hao was mentioned by the emperor, he simply knelt on the ground, turned around and bowed to the Seventh Prince Liu Bingyun again: "Greetings, His Majesty the Seventh Prince."

"..."

The man was silent for a while, and in just that short moment, Zhang Hao's inner drama had already flooded.

——What's going on? Why does he stop talking when he comes to me? Is there something wrong between me and this Seventh Prince? Could it be that when I was a kid, I was so bold that I peed on his head? But those were things from my childhood, Seventh Prince, I don't remember them, please spare me!!
--finally.

"Brother Yan'er, I haven't seen you for a long time. Are you doing well?"

“Everything is fine! Thank you for your concern, Your Highness!” Zhang Hao’s voice was shaking. He only hoped that the Seventh Prince would see how cowardly he was and spare his life…

"Okay, you two go play somewhere else. I want to talk to your uncle."

Liu Bingyun responded: "Yes, Father."

Zhang Hao rolled and crawled to his feet, and followed the Seventh Prince with his head down.

To be honest, it's not that he's timid, but in this absolute monarchy, if you're not careful, your head could be chopped off. It's bad enough to step on dog shit and get hit to death, but if you accidentally anger someone in a high position and get your head chopped off, that's really bad luck, it's like going to hell!
The Seventh Prince was tall, at least a head taller than Zhang Hao. In comparison, Zhang Hao, standing next to him, was short and small, as timid as a grandson, and looked funny but also a little sad.

——Although he is tall, he is also very thin.

I really don't know how he managed to survive the 13 years of hiding in the enemy country. He is a grown man, but he is so weak that he seems like a gust of wind can blow him down.

The two walked like this for nearly half an hour without anyone speaking. The atmosphere around them was strange and solemn.

Suddenly, with a "whoosh" sound, a flying knife came from a distance!

The flying knife was tied with a red tassel. It broke through the air and went straight towards Liu Bingyun's forehead!
Liu Bingyun also saw the flying knife, but he just stood there blankly, motionless, without even the intention of resisting!

Zhang Hao cursed in his heart: This guy is such a loser! He quickly stepped forward, kicked the flying knife away, and then turned around and shouted: "Who is it! Who dares to hurt His Highness the Seventh Prince? Stand up for me!"

——Your Highness, did you see that? I was so worried about your safety. Please don't be angry that I might have peed on your face...

"it's me!"

A delicate female voice was heard, and then a girl in red came out. She said to Zhang Hao arrogantly, "Do you have anything else to say?"

Zhang Hao felt his brain go blank and he couldn't think clearly. He felt like a stretched rubber band that broke with a bang!

After Zhang Hao realized what was happening, he immediately knelt down: "Ouch! Your Highness the Third Princess! It's all because of my ignorance that I hurt your flying knife. Please don't blame me!"

It’s not Zhang Hao’s fault that he is so timid.

The girl was none other than the third princess of the present emperor, Enamel. She was the daughter of Concubine Li and was the biological sister of the eighth prince.

The Eighth Prince is the strongest contender for the position of Crown Prince. In two years, this will be a done deal. But now that the Seventh Brother, who has made extraordinary achievements, has returned, he is undoubtedly a huge threat to him. As a younger sister, it is only natural for Elan to share her brother's worries.

This is the situation in the imperial palace. Although they are connected by blood ties, when people from different camps meet, they can really be like "enemies meeting, with jealousy towards each other."

Falang walked up to Liu Bingyun with a proud look on his face, put his hands on his hips and said, "Seventh Brother, you returned to the palace secretly yesterday, and we, your brothers and sisters, didn't have time to welcome you. Why are you so secretive? Are you afraid of encountering an accident along the way?"

Liu Bingyun looked indifferent, took a step back, and said, "Stay away from me, you smell too much of powder."

"Oh, I heard that during the thirteen years that Seventh Brother was in the enemy country, he said less than a hundred words in total. I thought you had become mute, but I didn't expect you to be so sharp once you opened your mouth. I've worried for nothing."

Zhang Hao knelt on the ground, stunned.

——Are all the greetings between people in this palace so thrilling?
I only heard Liu Bingyun say, "Get up."

"I can't afford it, what can you do to me?" The smile in Enamel's voice became more intense.

Liu Bingyun didn't say anything else. The next second, Zhang Hao felt someone grabbing his arm.

--It's him!
So he was talking to me just now?
Before Zhang Hao could react, he was lifted up by the arm with one hand. Zhang Hao secretly smacked his lips. He didn't expect that this man looked so thin and weak, but he had such great strength in his hands. It was quite a contrast.

After standing up, Zhang Hao was pulled back a step by Liu Bingyun. He let go only when they were back in a safe area.

Falang finally looked at Zhang Hao straight in the eye. The first thing this ancestor said was shocking: "Furong told me a few days ago that Brother Yan from the Shi family always avoided her, which made her very sad. Let me be fair, she is pursuing you so actively, and you are still avoiding her. Are you still a man? There are many men in Bianjing who want to marry her!"

Su Furong grew up with "Zhang Hao" and dreamed of marrying the handsome Jinyiwei commander, Brother Yan. But who would have thought that, no matter in the past or now, Zhang Hao's body is essentially a woman's!

Zhang Hao was puzzled and helpless. Why did he have to dress up as a woman?
Although he complained in his heart, Zhang Hao still had to put on a smile on his face, like a blooming flower: "Your Highness Princess, your teachings are very correct. I will definitely follow your instructions--"

But the next moment.

"Snapped--!"

Zhang Hao was slapped hard in the face and was completely stunned.

All I heard was Enamel saying arrogantly: "There are three reasons why I slapped you. First, you hurt my flying knife; second, you were disrespectful to me; third, you protected this... uh uh!"

Before he could finish his curse, Enamel's face suddenly turned red, he covered his neck with both hands, his eyes widened, and no matter how hard he tried he couldn't make a sound, even his breathing seemed to have stopped!

What happened to her? Was she possessed?
"Oh! Princess! Someone come quickly! Call the imperial physician!"

"The imperial physician! The imperial physician!"

"Your Highness, Your Highness, Princess..."

The people around Enamel were in a mess in an instant, and they surrounded her in a circle. But no matter what they did, Enamel couldn't breathe, and her face was about to turn black and purple.

His sister was almost dying in front of him, but Liu Bingyun didn't have any special reaction. He turned around and left with an indifferent expression.

Zhang Hao was stunned. Fortunately, Liu Bingyun walked a few steps and then turned back and said, "Are you not leaving yet?"

"Huh? Oh oh! Let's go!"

The two of them walked out of the imperial garden, and the noisy sounds became farther and farther away.

Zhang Hao was still frightened: "What happened to the princess... I didn't make her so angry, did I? I won't be beheaded..."

"Nothing to do with you."

His tone, which had always been calm, finally revealed a hint of emotion that Zhang Hao could understand - confidence.

"Well... Your Highness, congratulations on returning home." Zhang Hao grinned dryly. He really didn't know what to say.

Liu Bingyun said nothing and turned away. (End of this chapter)