Is the Prime Minister going to court today?

Chapter 66
In the past few days, she has also tasted the sweetness of power, so she wants more, these are not enough, she wants everyone in this world to be her master.

Thinking of her, she looked at Zhao Xian, and now the obstacle in front of her was Zhao Xian.

Since ancient times, her skills have been high, so even if Zhao Xian really has no intention of rebelling, if she has the opportunity to get rid of her, she will naturally be merciless.

How keen Zhao Xian was, even though that gaze was only for a moment, she could still feel that murderous aura.

She narrowed her eyes and looked at the little girl on the throne. It seemed that she was wrong.

Perhaps from the two of them's current positions, it is impossible to turn enemies into friends. Originally, they planned to assist this person and live a stable life, but it seemed that it would not work.

Because she already felt that the little emperor wanted to kill herself.

However, she is still too immature. Whether it is the original Zhao Xian or the current self, they have experienced many difficulties to climb to a high position, so she has always been a person who will not offend me. I will not offend others.

If she really couldn't tolerate herself, she wouldn't sit still, no matter it was for herself or her current family.

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After the next court, it was around eighth, and now there are people coming and going on Beimen Street, and there are still many vendors...

Zhao Xian didn't go back in the carriage, but asked the guards to take the carriage back ahead of time, while he walked aimlessly on the street.

During this period of time, she has to stay at home every day, and she has to exercise a little bit, otherwise she will suffer from such a standard figure if she grows sideways.

Feeling a little hungry, she turned her head to look at the stew stall not far away, walked up to and sat down silently.

"Auntie, let me have a bowl of mixed stew, and a bowl of takeaway..." This place is not far from home, and it is still hot when I take it home.

The proprietress turned her head and saw that she was wearing an official uniform, she was terrified, "Ahem, please wait a moment, my lord."

I took another look and realized, this is not the famous Prime Minister Zhao.

The Prime Minister also eats roadside mixed stew. Although he is curious, he still cooks it well, and puts more mixed stew.

"My stew is an ancestral craft, sir, try it."

"Yeah." Zhao Xian nodded, picked up a spoon and started to eat Chaos and drink soup.

After all, she likes to eat a food in the morning, light and thirsty.

"It tastes good." After Zhao Xian finished speaking, he quickly finished a bowl, and the proprietress on the other side quickly packed the box again.

Naturally, it can be packaged, but the packaged bowls and boxes naturally count as extra money.

After eating, the guard who immediately followed her paid the money and carried the food box and followed behind her. The two continued to head towards the Prime Minister's Mansion along the way.

Looking at the back of Zhao Xian and his group leaving, the proprietress of the wonton stall nodded. In fact, the rumored prime minister is not so scary, and he is still very kind to their common people.

Now there is no more smog in the whole street, and no one is passing by on a fast horse, making people turn their backs on their backs.

Otherwise, it is not uncommon for such high-ranking officials and dignitaries to frequent the capital every day, get injured or have their stalls overturned.

Not long after Zhao Xian left, his eyes fell on a stall selling hairpins. Although those hairpins were very ordinary, they were exquisite.

Her gaze fell on a hairpin. She stepped forward and reached out to pick it up. The guard behind her automatically asked the price and paid the bill.

Zhao Xian touched the hairpin, elegant and quiet, which suits him quite well.

"Oh, it turned out to be a hairpin. I said, are you going to give it to your husband? Not bad! You know how to make boys happy."

Hearing the familiar voice, Zhao Xian rolled his eyes.

Looking up at the expression on the face of the woman in front of her, she couldn't help but twitch the corners of her mouth.

"You're free..." Zhao Xian raised his eyebrows, the person in front of him was none other than Dali Temple Shaoqing Wen Chuan.

(End of this chapter)