The concubine is soft and charming, and the prince is willing to seduce her

Chapter 55 The Prince Meets His Parents

Suddenly, "Gurgle~" and "Gurgle~" sounds were heard in the quiet carriage. Nan Zhiyu covered her belly embarrassedly.

"Well, it was its own decision to call His Highness. It has nothing to do with me."

The little girl spoke seriously, as if it was a serious matter.

Wei Qingye tapped her little head and said, "You're hungry, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

He knocked on the car wall twice casually. Nan Zhiyu's eyes dimmed when she saw that he did not take out any food from the secret compartment.

I thought His Highness could really conjure up food, but in the end there was nothing.

After a cup of tea, Chai Hui's voice was heard outside the carriage.

"Sir, this is freshly baked wonton noodles, and two side dishes. I'll have to bear with you for now."

The exquisite food box was handed in. Nan Zhiyu leaned over with anticipation and asked curiously, "Your Highness, is this wonton noodle delicious?"

Wei Qingye paused while opening the food box, and then remembered that she was sent to the farm and had never seen the prosperous and bustling streets of Jingzhou City.

"Try to try it. If you like it, we'll take you to the night market in Jingzhou City after we finish our business. There's a whole street selling all kinds of food. I guarantee you'll eat until you're full."

Listening to the Crown Prince's description, Nan Zhiyu's eyes were filled with a little more longing for the prosperous and bustling night market in Jingzhou City.

The little girl ate the wonton noodles contentedly, her cheeks bulging with food.

"Your Highness, these pickled water chestnuts and pickled bamboo shoots are delicious. You should try them too." Nan Zhiyu said as she took a little of each and put them in his bowl.

Wei Qingye had almost never been so close to anyone and was a little uncomfortable with it.

But when he met the little girl's eyes, he smiled and picked up some food with chopsticks to taste it. "It's delicious when Jiaojiao gives it to me."

Nan Zhiyu was so embarrassed that she almost buried her face in the bowl, and muttered softly: "Your Highness only knows how to make people happy. This is obviously the result of the store owner's pickling skills. How can I have any credit for it?"

Wei Qingye wiped the corner of his mouth slowly and methodically, and argued with her: "No matter how good the food made by this store is, I wouldn't even taste it if Nan Jiaojiao didn't put it in my bowl."

Nan Zhiyu's eyes were almost filled with laughter, and she whispered teasingly, "Your Highness must have secretly drunk some honey water today, how could the words he said be so nice?"

Wei Qingye came up to her and rubbed his forehead against hers, "Why, Nan Jiaojiao, do you want to have a taste?"

Nan Zhiyu quickly stepped back, "No, Your Highness, please be serious."

Wei Qingye packed the things into the lunch box, lifted the car curtain and went outside.

Nan Zhiyu fixed her lip balm in front of the small bronze mirror. She turned around and found that the prince had not come in yet. She lifted the carriage curtain with some curiosity.

The mountains and fields are covered with lush forests, the sunlight shines golden, and Wei Qingye comes riding on a horse with a sword in hand, like a high-spirited chivalrous knight.

He was riding a tall, jet-black horse, moving alongside the carriage. When he saw the little girl sticking her head out from inside, he extended his big, bony hand to her without hesitation.

Nan Zhiyu responded subconsciously, without realizing what she had done.

Her slender fingers rested on her slightly calloused palm, and she couldn't help but exclaim as her body became weightless in the air.

The thin figure landed steadily on the horse's back, with his strong and powerful arms clasped in his arms.

The prince's clear and loud voice came to my ears, "I will take you to ride the horse and gallop through the fragrant wind, and travel with you to the Qingyun Mountain in the world with a smile."

Wei Qingye gripped the reins tightly and squeezed the horse's belly with his legs. After a neigh, the black horse galloped away into the distance at lightning speed.

Chai Hui, who was driving the carriage, had never seen the prince with a serious expression. He looked like a young man full of vigor and vitality, free and happy, speaking loudly.

It seems that Yue Fengyi is really the noble person destined for His Highness!
Nan Zhiyu felt the thrill of galloping, opened her eyes excitedly in Wei Qingye's arms, and looked curiously at the scenery on both sides of the road that was rapidly receding.

The blue and white sleeves and the dark blue skirt fluttered and intertwined, inseparable.

When they reached the outskirts of Beijing, the lotus flowers in the pond stood gracefully, and the little boy Huang played with the lotus leaves on his head. Wei Qingye pulled the reins and the black horse walked slowly. Nan Zhiyu raised her chin, her palm-sized cheeks were stained with red, and her eyes showed some joy and sadness, "Your Highness, that is the farm where my aunt and I live. Those children are the descendants of the tenant farmers in the farm."

Wei Qingye looked at the simple farmhouse with a hint of disgust between his brows. When he thought about the well-behaved person in his arms who had to survive hard in such a place, he felt a sharp pain in his heart for some reason.

"Nan Jiaojiao, you don't have to smile when you're unhappy. You look ugly like this."

Wei Qingye raised his hand and tapped her on the forehead with the mischievousness of a young man.

"Your Highness, my concubine is in the peach forest behind." Nan Zhiyu stretched out her white fingertips and pointed to the small peach forest with green leaves.

The man dismounted, holding the reins in his hand, and walked along the path towards the peach forest. From time to time, he could hear Nan Zhiyu's words with a hint of nostalgia.

"Your Highness, the lotus roots in the pond are very crisp when fried, and the lotus seeds are sweet."

"Your Highness, that is the rice field where I often went to help when I was a child."

"..."

The closer they got to the peach forest, the quieter Nan Zhiyu became as she sat on horseback.

The inconspicuous little mound in the peach forest is surrounded by weeds and looks very desolate.

If it weren't for the wooden plaque with crooked words engraved on it, it would be impossible to recognize it.

Nan Zhiyu's eyes quickly gathered mist, and her red lips slightly raised: "Auntie..."

Wei Qingye had not yet stood still while leading the horse when the little girl was anxiously about to slip off the horse's back. If he had not been quick to help her, she would have fallen directly.

"Nan Jiaojiao, do you want to live?" Wei Qingye shouted angrily and anxiously.

Nan Zhiyu hurriedly pushed him away, staggered to the grave with her skirt lifted, and cried softly, "Aunt, I am an unfilial daughter. I have only come back to see you now."

Seeing her so sad, Wei Qingye subconsciously took two steps forward.

Nan Zhiyu's eyes were red from crying, and she kept muttering about her recent situation.

When she talked about how she came here, she turned to look at him helplessly, "Your Highness..."

She didn't know how to tell her aunt that she didn't marry someone else as her aunt had wished, nor did she know how to introduce her identity as the current Crown Prince.

What if I make His Royal Highness the Crown Prince unhappy and he abandons me in this remote place in anger?
Wei Qingye stepped forward, knelt on the ground side by side with Nan Zhiyu, bowed three times to the grave, and spoke in a serious tone.

"Madam, my surname is Wei, my given name is Qingye, my courtesy name is Changying, my family has a little land, my father is still alive, my mother is dead.

Since Wei has married Zhizhi, he will certainly treat her well and will never let her suffer any injustice. "

Nan Zhiyu listened to the Crown Prince's words, and it would be a lie if she said she was not touched at all.

She sobbed and said, "Thank you, Your Highness. I wonder if I can borrow your sword so that I can dig out my aunt's urn."

Shuying, who was hiding in the dark, was so frightened by her words that he almost fell off the branch.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was also shocked by her train of thought, "Why would you need to do this kind of thing yourself?"

Nan Zhiyu looked at him in confusion. In this remote place, if he didn't do it himself, did he want a noble like him to do it himself, or wait for her aunt's urn to come out by itself?

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