spring boudoir secret

If Zhao Ming didn't say anything, she would be punished if she made arrogant comments about government affairs. And if he admitted what she said at this time, he would be admitting in disguise that the two had a close relationship in front of the Queen.

It's not the right time now, Yan
"Master Ying is a good official. As long as this crisis can be resolved, it will be better to help more people and reduce some damage."

Zhao Mingruo didn't care about credit or lack thereof, her original intention was just to hope that this matter would not involve Yan Huaian, her future husband.

Yan Huaian became interested, "Mingruo, how did you know that the weather was going to change and prepare in advance?"

Zhao Mingruo sighed and said, "It's not that I have opened some shops privately, but I also accidentally heard from merchants who passed by that the weather is abnormal, so it's always good to make some preparations."

"Then why do you know the emperor's wrath?"

"Man, everything in the world has some similarities. Don't talk about it from afar, just look at Gu Changheng. He is all good in front of me. Behind the scenes, the foreigner comes to the door with a big belly, just The poor child was born and left to me to raise."

"The official family is the master of the world, and they are also men. There are many concubines in the harem, and they are inextricably related to the previous dynasty. How can I tell the public my thoughts?"

No one knew that the official family, which always respected the queen and doted on the concubine, was actually seduced by the wet nurse's daughter, the Ning family, a fifth-class talent who was unknown in the harem.

He watched the queen compete with the concubine, the fourth prince compete with the third prince, and in the end he chose Ning Cairen's son as the crown prince.

What a—

damn thing.

Yan Huaian thought carefully, and couldn't help but agree and feel sad, "Aruo, it's really good for you to think like this. Being defensive is just to protect yourself, and you should do the same when you meet others in the future."

It seems that he still has a long way to go in the future.

However, he enjoyed it.

Zhao Mingruo naturally slept in Yan Huai'an's compartment at night. Maybe he slept too much in the afternoon and didn't feel sleepy now.

Counting the last night of time, her father will definitely come to find her tomorrow. Today is the last night, and she wants to indulge her best temper.

Zhao Mingruo stood up and knocked on the door of the next room.

"It's so late, the prince is still studying?"

The orange candlelight danced in the silent night, and the paper-covered windows were illuminated by the white snow. The sight was bright and spacious. Yan Huaian was wearing black brocade clothes, and his hazy figure was reflected on the wall, stretched by the candlelight.

Zhao Mingruo looked at it curiously, "What book are you reading?"

"The Art of War."

"art of war?"

Zhao Mingruo was a little surprised, "What other books does the prince like to read?"

"Warring States Policy, Historical Records, and Zuo Zhuan. I had nothing to do and had a lot of time, so I looked for various ancient books to read. I only found the art of war and mechanism genre to be particularly interesting."

Yan Huai'an did not hide it, "At any rate, the title of the Duke of Yan was earned through military merit."

"Would you like to read to you for a while?"

"want."

Zhao Mingruo obediently found a comfortable position on the bed and snuggled next to Yan Huaian.

Yan Huaian looked around on the bookshelf and quickly pulled out two volumes of The West Chamber, and a clear and elegant voice immediately sounded in his ears.

His voice is nice and gentle, and his brows are gentle and elegant, like a painting.

Zhao Mingruo listened for a while and said, "Your Majesty, this doesn't seem to be the beginning. Why start reading from the middle?"

Yan Huaian paused and asked, "Have you read this book before and don't remember the previous content?"

Zhao Mingruo thought about it for a moment, "I forgot when I saw it, but I remember it."

"I seem to have heard it somewhere."

Zhao Mingruo suddenly said, "Your Majesty, have we met before?" Yan Huai'an's hand holding the scroll was slightly firm, and his calm and deep eyes were filled with waves. He controlled his voice to be steady, "Where have you seen it?"

Zhao Mingruo shook his head, "I don't know."

"But it feels familiar, like I've seen it before."

After all, Zhao Mingruo only felt surprised. Maybe his experience in his previous life made him understand Yan Huaian's life very well, so he felt familiar and stable around him.

I can't believe that the two of them are really old acquaintances, just like in the drama.

The candlelight swayed, and the two figures reflected on the wall were particularly close.

Yan Huaian continued to read, and the sound of flipping through the books and the deep magnetic voice made Zhao Mingruo feel sleepy.

"It's getting late, it's time to go to bed."

"it is good."

Yan Huaian stood up, covered Zhao Mingruo with the brocade quilt embroidered with crabapples, extinguished the flickering candle for her, looked at her from a distance, and then closed the door.

"Sir."

As soon as Aye came over, he saw Yan Huaian's eyes signaling him to shush, and they didn't speak until they reached the next room.

"Your Majesty, is the third lady asleep?"

"Your arm is sore again. I'll help you apply medicine."

Ah Ye rushed to get the medicine box and applied medicine to Yan Huai'an. His movements were so skillful that it made people feel distressed. "It's not a problem for you to be like this all the time."

"Miss Third, you can't sleep well. You haven't had a good night's sleep in the past few days."

Yan Huaian shook his stiff shoulders, "She will return to Changning Palace tomorrow. We will remove some skilled experts to protect her secretly so that she will not be discovered."

"okay."

"I'm glad that she leans on my shoulders like this every day, enjoying the snow and making tea with her, and chatting about everyday things." Yan Huaian murmured with a laugh.

Aye pursed her lips and snickered.

"We will also go back to Duke Yan's Mansion tomorrow. There are still some things waiting for us to do."

"Your Majesty, what is going on?"

"Propose marriage."

The heavy snow that had been falling for several days finally stopped, and the white snow blocked all dirt in sight.

Duke Changning brought people to the small courtyard early in the morning and sat at the top to wait.

"Miss, the Duke is here to see you."

Ah Fu served hot tea for Mr. Changning and hurried over to wake up Zhao Mingruo.

Zhao Mingruo opened his eyes drowsily, and was interrupted when he was deep in sleep. He was more or less unhappy, especially when he heard the name Changning Gong, he suddenly became angry.

Her mother's death was caused by Fang, but her father was also responsible. If it weren't for her mother's reward, Zhao Mingruo would definitely not want to smile at her father again! !
"I know, please help me get up and change clothes."

"Father, why are you here?"

Duke Changning waited for a long time, drank half a bowl of tea soup, and then patrolled around the yard. When he saw Zhao Mingruo coming, he returned to the house.

The father and daughter sat facing each other, and for a moment they didn't know what to say.

Zhao Mingruo was not in a hurry.

After a long time, Princess Changning finally spoke up and said, "There are serious disasters everywhere right now. There are many unscrupulous people robbing granaries and wealthy people's homes. Isn't it safe for you, a weak woman, to live outside? You'd better move back."