The whole capital thinks I'm a lone star

Chapter 421 Someone Wants to Make a Promise to the Seventeenth Prince
"I'm going to take it now." Wei Zhao was so shameless that he didn't want to eat two such dumplings.

Rong Jin was helpless and didn't want to reject her, the queen was so clingy, what could he do, he could only suffer.

Wiping her hands, she stood up holding her, "Little clingy, let's go, let's go for a walk in the garden with you."

Before leaving the house, he specially ordered, "Save some stuffing and skin, wait for me to wrap it when I come back."

Wei Zhao: "."

a bolt from the blue!

Not long after the two arrived in the garden, a visitor came to visit.

"Wow, is this a fairy?"

The little girl was wearing a short shirt and trousers unique to Mo Yiguo, and her voice was filled with admiration.

"Ling'er, don't be rude, this is the empress."

"Oh, Linger sees the empress."

It was Cen An and Cen Ling who were talking, and Mo Sang was beside them.

After a few people saluted, they took their seats.

Cen Ling's gaze was focused on Wei Zhao's face, she had never seen such a good-looking person.

Rong Jin became more and more displeased, no matter men, women, young or old, anyone who kept staring at his Zhao'er couldn't do it.

Cen An has a keen mind. He sensed His Majesty's thoughts and hurriedly said, "Ling'er, do you still remember what you are here for?"

"Remember," Cen Ling stood up, "Your Majesty, empress, Ling'er is here to thank you. My brother said that the seventeenth son is someone my empress knows. Linger wants to thank the seventeenth son face to face, and ask my empress to help me."

"Uh..." Wei Zhao looked at Mo Sang and Cen An. They should have seen her identity, and she didn't deliberately hide it. "Seventeen is not in the mansion for the time being. I will convey Linger's thanks."

"Oh, thank you, ma'am." The little girl was a little frustrated, she really wanted to see Young Master Seventeen.

Wei Zhao didn't intend to change into men's clothes, so seeing her like this, he could only say, "Ling'er has something to say to Shiqi, and I can convey it for you."

"I..." Cen Ling hesitated, and Cen An encouraged her when she saw this, "Just say what you want, the Empress is a very good person."

With such a high evaluation, Wei Zhao is a little ashamed. She did help him, but it was all conditional. She is not a very good person.

Of course, she would definitely not say this in front of the little girl, and at that moment, she would only look at her with a smile on her face, "What do you want to say?"

Cen Ling looked at his brother, and then at the fairy-like empress, and summoned up his courage, "My lady, the book says that you are a life-saving grace, and I don't know if the seventeenth son is married?"

As soon as these words came out, the entire warm pavilion fell silent.

Rong Jin exudes a creepy coldness. At such a young age, he actually wants to rob Zhaoer from him. If he has lived enough, he might as well die.

"Ling'er!" Cen An was very embarrassed. He didn't know what his sister was going to say. If he wanted to know, he wouldn't encourage her to speak out.

He looked at His Majesty, "Little sister is rude. She just wanted to thank the Seventeenth Prince and had no other intentions. She is still young and doesn't understand the meaning of the book. Your Majesty and Your Majesty laughed at her."

After finishing speaking, he looked at his sister who spoke surprisingly, "Young Master Seventeen is already married, so don't say anything about it in the future."

"We're married!" Cen Ling was instantly discouraged, "Then how should I thank him?"

Wei Zhao said in time, "You don't need to thank you. Seventeen saved you because he needed your brother's help. Your brother has already thanked you. By the way, you haven't eaten yet, so you can have dinner here."

She was afraid that someone would get angry if she didn't change the subject again.

When Rong Jin heard that they were still staying here for dinner, he became even angrier. He was like a big natural ice cube, causing the temperature of the heating pavilion to drop sharply.

(End of this chapter)