Hongying was stunned. Before he could realize what she meant, Zhong Qingye suddenly stretched out, and the sleeves of his two arms slid down smoothly. His pink and tender arms were alluringly white under the sun.

His face turned red and he quickly turned his head and pretended to cough.【】

Zhong Qingye felt comfortable, then put down his arms and looked at him lazily: "Besides telling me this, is there anything else?"

"Uh... no more."

"Oh" Zhong Qingye responded in a drawn-out voice, and suddenly said: "Did Qi Mo ask you to tell me?"

She asked very directly, without giving him any chance to refute. Hong Ying didn't seem to want to hide anything. He nodded generously and added: "The prince said, you will definitely want to know."

"Really?" Zhong Qingye shrugged nonchalantly, but a smile appeared on his lips involuntarily: "That guy has quite a delicate mind."

Hongying looked at her funny and said in a righteous tone: "Princess, what you said is wrong."

"...?"

"The kindness that the prince is to you is obvious to all. As long as it concerns you, the princess, there is nothing that the prince has not done personally. Including the period when you left the palace, resting the Yingfeng Building, rebuilding the Zhong family, and even because you were in danger on the Tianshan Mountains.

, and was so distressed and furious that he directly asked Black Eagle and White Eagle to dispatch troops to kill those bandits. Such a good prince, you must never let him down again!"

The expression on Hong Ying's face was clearly one of "If you let me down again, you deserve to be struck by lightning." Zhong Qingye looked amused and couldn't help but reached out and patted his shoulder, and said in a brotherly manner: "Come on,

Ever since I returned to the palace, you all have been nagging Qi Mo in my ears non-stop. If I run away again one day, I will definitely not be able to stand your nagging."

Hong Ying twitched the corner of his mouth and looked at her with black lines on his head: "You think I haven't been torn alive by the prince yet, right?"

Zhong Qingye laughed, took back her hand and made an apologetic gesture. Of course she knew what these people were thinking, and it was a joke, but she never cared about other people's eyes, whether to stay or leave, and she never cared about whether others were

What.

It's just... now that she and Qi Mo are back, she won't leave easily again.

But this is also her decision, and she doesn't need to explain it clearly to everyone.

"Okay, now that I've told you what happened, I have to leave, and I still have to find the prince to revive me." Hong Ying showed a pitiful look, stood up, stretched his body, and prepared to walk out.

"Hongying, wait!" Zhong Qingye suddenly remembered something and hurriedly stood up from the stool, "I need your help with something."

"What's the matter?" Hong Ying stopped in confusion and turned to her.

"It's about Xi Zhan." Zhong Qingye said: "The child has stayed in the palace for a long enough time. I have also arranged some physical training for him. His health has improved a lot. I would like to ask you to help train him.

"

"Train him?" Hong Ying also knew Xi Zang's situation. He was stunned for a moment and then understood: "You mean to let him learn fighting and horsemanship skills?"

"No matter what it is, as long as you know how to do it, teach him." Zhong Qingye smiled sinisterly: "You'd better not refuse, because if you refuse, I will go to Qi Mo, and the result will be the same."

Hongying whispered to her: "Does this mean asking me for help? Why don't you just give the order?"

"Because I'm not happy, right?"

"……become!"

"Okay, I'll leave the child to you." Zhong Qingye said, and sat down with a relaxed look on his face.

"Why don't you train him yourself?" Hong Ying asked puzzledly: "You can know everything I know, and you can know what I can't. Wouldn't it be better for you to train him yourself?"

Zhong Qingye shrugged awkwardly: "In the next period of time, I may not have time to train him. One is the emperor's birthday, another is the preparation of the restaurant, and..." She paused and continued.

: "Oh, I don't have time anyway, so I'll let you help him get familiar with it first, and then I'll take over."

She narrowed her bright eyes and looked at him suspiciously: "Don't play tricks on me. Teach me honestly. No favoritism or laziness. As long as you don't torture him to death, you can be as strict as you want. I will come and check!"

Red Eagle's head was full of black lines: "What does it mean 'as long as you don't torture me to death, you can be as harsh as you like'? Others are still children, how harsh can you be?"

"This is your problem. In short, within a month, I will be transformed into a completely different Xi Zang." Zhong Qingye crossed his legs and raised his chin like a queen: "You can go."

"…￥%＠￥&"

Hongying walked out of the room full of resentment. He naturally understood what Zhong Qingye was thinking. Without being strict, there would be no generals. But for a child who was only seven or eight years old and was once a pampered young master, he really didn't understand how to be strict.

Where to go.

Of course, if he knew the training Zhong Qingye received when he was a child, he would never have such thoughts.

Zhong Qingye stretched out her hand to rub her head and yawned. She probably didn't get enough sleep last night and was a little depressed. She looked at the sky outside the house. Before noon, she stood up and walked staggeringly.

I lay down on the bed in the inner room, planning to close my eyes and take a nap before getting up to have lunch.

The drawings have almost been drawn up. We have to go to the restaurant for construction in the afternoon, and I don’t know what dishes Xu Ziqian has arranged. By the way, Qi Mo seems to have said that jewelry and rouge will be delivered in the afternoon, and he wants her to choose a few styles.

and color…

Zhong Qingye closed his eyes and thought about these messy things, and he fell asleep in a daze.

While he was half asleep and half awake, Zhong Qingye suddenly heard a low sobbing sound, as if he was right next to him. The obviously suppressed crying sound slowly passed into his eardrums.

Zhong Qingye, who always slept lightly, woke up immediately. His eyes opened suddenly, his wrist rotated subconsciously, and the dagger was firmly held in his hand. Before the other party could react, she suddenly jumped out of bed.

Sitting up, he rotated the dagger forward and placed it firmly on his neck.

"Ah" the other party screamed instinctively, her voice was hoarse but could not hide its high pitch. She was a woman.

Zhong Qingye's mind was still blank for a short time after sleeping, his eyes were half closed, and he felt sour and uncomfortable.

She blinked vigorously and recovered quickly. She saw a woman in front of her who was so frightened that her face was pale and her beauty was pale. She frowned, took back the dagger that was originally placed on the opponent's neck, yawned, and lazily

The way.

"Yanzi, why is it you? You scared me."
Chapter completed!