The little Jiaojiao in the general's arms is a master of metaphysics

Chapter 345: His Highness the Eighth Prince is going to make a bet with a common girl
Jiang Fu looked at him quietly, and waited until he had laughed enough before saying, "Your Highness, you can try."

"Give it a try this time, His Highness tick your precious finger, will she come back again?"

Zhao An tightened his fingers and was about to speak when Jiang Fu lowered his eyes, took a step back, and distanced himself from him.

She still stood facing the wind, clean and tidy, "Your Highness, it's better not to be too confident in everything."

"This time, it's not necessarily who needs whom more."

When Zhao An stood in front of her and laughed, she saw some clips.

The eighth prince's biological mother was just a palace maid. He had no one to protect him since he was a child, and his foundation was naturally not as good as other princes.

The reason why he was able to come to this day, with so many sages under his command, was all because of the box after box of treasures that An Le sent to the Eighth Prince's Mansion.

In the past, he could use gold, silver and jewels to buy talents, but what about in the future?

The cornucopia has already been blown up by him, no one is sending money to the Eighth Prince's Mansion in a steady stream, what will he do without Anle.

Those who come because of money will naturally leave one by one because they have no money.

The Eighth Prince's Mansion is about to fall into despair from now on.

The smile on Zhao An's face froze, "What do you mean?"

"Jiang Fu, don't think that thanks to the praise of the Xie family, you can have tea and chat with An Le and you will understand her. No one understands her better than my highness."

"She will come back." He said in a firm tone, "The difference between my highness and her is that she needs my highness."

Jiang Fu stood where he was, and snorted very lightly.

Zhao An changed his face again, as if he was annoyed by her voice, "If you don't believe me, we can wait and see."

Jiang Fu smiled and said, "Is His Highness the Eighth Prince planning to make a bet with a common girl?"

Zhao An: "Whoever wants to bet with you, you still don't..."

His voice suddenly paused, and said, "It's also possible."

"But the bet always has to be a lottery." He smiled, his voice softened, his mood seemed to improve a lot suddenly, and he said, "If An Leruo comes back, you will never be able to enter the palace to meet the emperor again. , and, let Xie Cheng come to the Eighth Prince's Mansion in person to pour tea for His Highness to admit his mistake!"

"Who will pour tea for you and admit your mistake?" Jiang Fu's eyelids twitched, but there was still a slight smile on the corner of his lips, and his tone eased.

Zhao An snorted lightly, "Of course it's Xie Cheng."

"You are a maid in his house. You can't even discipline a maid, so naturally you have to come and pour tea for His Highness to admit your mistake."

In fact, as long as he goes back now and tells his father that this woman is unreasonable and calls him unlucky, he can still execute her.

But rather than letting this woman disappear, he still wanted to see Xie Cheng pour him tea and admit his mistake.

Xie Cheng is indeed a rare general, and it's not like he didn't want to win over him before. In order to win over Xie Cheng, he personally brought good wine to the door, but how did Xie Cheng treat him! ?
Not only did she not accept his drink, she even went to be with Zhao Xu!

Recently, there have been many rumors about Xie Cheng and this woman in Yandu.

The people he sent also found out a lot.

Xie Cheng did take her to and from the women's college many times, and even destroyed the door of the women's college for her.

The servants of the Xie family also said that Xie Cheng went to Jiang Fu’s place to eat all day long...

Thinking of this, Zhao An raised his eyes, looked at Jiang Fu and said contemptuously, "You don't dare."

"Of course not." Jiang Fu raised his eyes and smiled. His smile seemed to be no different. She said slowly, "Then what if His Highness loses?"

(End of this chapter)