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

Chapter 402 Your Majesty Invites You to the Palace

Zhao An really valued the bet, but she still couldn't hold back her face when she said it in public like this.

He immediately raised his head and shouted loudly: "How is that possible!"

"The bet is just a joke. Do you think I came to you just for the bet? An Le, so I am such a person in your heart."

"A joke?" An Le smiled half-heartedly, and the broken hair on both sides of his face was blown by the breeze. His voice was very pleasant, and his speech was very gentle and gentle. Every word was clear and clear, "It turns out that His Highness the Eighth Prince only thought that was a joke. Understood."

She stood there and smiled lightly, then turned around and went to another carriage on the street, without looking back at Zhao An.

He tried to go forward a few times, but was stopped by the gatekeeper chasing down from Prince Qing's Mansion.

The gatekeepers were still smiling, as if they were very polite, but their movements were not polite at all.

They blocked Zhao An's way and said with a smile:
"Your Highness, so many people are watching."

Indeed, there were more and more people around Prince Qing's Mansion. Their eyes were scanning back and forth, with all kinds of emotions in their eyes that made Zhao An very uncomfortable.

But because he was coming from Prince Qing's Mansion, he had very few preparations and didn't bring many people with him, so he couldn't catch up with Anle across the gates. He could only watch her get into the carriage and drive away.
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Zhao An returned to Prince Qing's Mansion and got angry before Chiti came back.

I don't know who is fueling the flames, the rumors outside are almost out of control.

Chiti spent a lot of effort to shut up most restaurants, but there were many streets and alleys in Yandu, and he had no control over the tea shops and wine shops on the streets.

After all, there is a storyteller in the restaurant who is talking about this matter, so it is good to let the storyteller stop, but there are boring people in teahouses and restaurants. He can use power to suppress people and make one or two shut up, but he cannot Shut up everyone.

After hearing what he said, Zhao An was about to lose his temper when he heard movement outside.

"Your Highness, an oral message came from the palace, and the emperor invites you to come into the palace."

When Zhao An was about to smash something, he stopped suddenly and turned his head to look outside.
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Yandu, the imperial palace, and Zhao Heng's bedroom.

The man in a bright yellow dragon robe was standing in front of the large sapphire case and writing. He lowered his head and there was still no blood on his face.

Jiang Fu and Jiu Qu sat on the other side, and there were several plates of melon and fruit snacks in front of them. The woman lowered her eyes and gently picked the grapes.

Listen quietly to Jiuqu's words.

After waiting for a long time, a young eunuch ran in and said to Zhao Heng and them:
"Your Majesty, the Princess, and the Eighth Prince of the Imperial Preceptor have arrived."

Zhao Heng raised his eyes. Jiang Yingxiu, who was polishing his ink beside him, immediately turned his head and looked over:
"Let His Highness the Eighth Prince come in quickly."

Zhao Heng glanced at Jiang Fu, then lowered his head and started writing.

There was a cup of hawthorn tea in his hand, and the hawthorn in the white jade cup was red.

He didn't like to drink this kind of tea before, but Jiang Fu ordered him to drink this kind of tea every day recently, it is said that it is good for digestion.

After a while, Zhao An followed the little eunuch and walked in. He didn't look up, but he still saw a blue skirt.

Anle was also studying in the women's college, so he naturally knew where the clothes came from.

Zhao An's pursed lips collapsed, he suppressed his emotions, lowered his head first, and respectfully saluted Zhao Heng who was writing over there, "I have met my father."

(End of this chapter)