Chapter 9 (The martial prince cheated the flower hunter...)

room outside"Chen Tingjian laughed angrily: "my granddaughter is going to talk about getting married, and I still have a foster room."Sun Shi: "who knows, men are not old at heart, and it is not rare...at dusk, as the last sunset in the yard was about to disappear, Chaoyun finally heard a short whistle from the west ear room.

she patted her chest and happily said to the princess who was sitting in the hall reading, "here we go. The horse is back at last!"

Huayang Wei let her heart down. At this late night, she was also a little worried about whether Chen Jingzong had an accident in the mountain, such as being bitten by a poisonous snake or accidentally falling off a cliff.

she has only one horse. Although she has a lot of faults, it is better than none at all.

Huayang likes to be the most honorable princess in the capital, not the most honorable "widow".

accompanied by the sound of steady and powerful footsteps, a tall and majestic figure appeared at the door, obscuring the hall.

Huayang looked up, glanced over Chen Jingzong's seemingly handsome and serious face, and quickly fell into his hands.

this time he came back without prey, carrying three oil paper bags in his left hand and three oil paper bags in his right hand. A jar of wine!

Huayang had such a cluster of eyebrows that she almost forgot that Chen Jingzong almost had to take a sip in his previous life.

"where did you get the wine" She asked in a low voice.

when Chaoyun saw his master, he was angry and quickly bowed his head and retreated.

Chen Jingzong stepped in, put the wine jar on the table, sat down again, picked up the teapot and poured tea while explaining, "I shot two rabbits in the morning and specially climbed over the hill to another town more than ten miles away to change wine."

he said it was easy, but he climbed the mountain and walked more than 20 miles back and forth for a jar of wine!

Huayang hates the smell of alcohol, and even Chen Jingzong doesn't like Chen Jingzong's efforts to buy hops.

"I've eaten all the meat, so what's wrong with drinking some wine"

Chen Jingzong looked at her face and could not understand her temper.

"I don't like you drinking." She said bluntly.

Chen Jingzong looked straight and recalled for a moment and said, "the condition for you to let me sleep in the bed does not include prohibition on alcohol. If you find it smelly, I promise I will brush my teeth carefully."

Huayang is silent.

another reason why she hates drinking is her father in the palace.

when his father summoned the minister, he acted like an enlightened monarch, but privately he liked to drink and enjoy himself. At the age of nine, Huayang inadvertently bumped into her father and emperor after drinking and forced a palace maid. the father's flushed face, vulgar speech and obscene manners were once Huayang's nightmares, which led her to resist seeing her father and the nausea at the bottom of her heart.

Chen Jingzong is just drinking, but Huayang is worried that one day he will drink too much and whether he will force her as his father forced his palace daughter.

I remember that once she and Chen Jingzong went to her grandfather's house for dinner. Chen Jingzong drank too much that day. Huayang took a bath and found him sitting by the bed, smelling of alcohol and staring at her with dark eyes.

Huayang was calm on the surface and coldly told him to sleep in the front yard, but in fact his hands hidden in his sleeves could not stop shaking.

what about Princess Chen Jingzong when she was alone with Chen Jingzong, she was an ordinary woman with no hands, and even Chen Jingzong could not break a single hand.

fortunately, Chen Jingzong still listened to her that night.

this person is like this, constantly doing things that she dislikes, but always reminds her of some of his good things after death.

"one bowl at most, not a lot to drink." Huayang took another step of compromise.

Chen Jingzong: "usually a bowl, encounter happy or sad things, you leave me alone"

Huayang hummed: "whatever you want, if you drink too much, you will find your own room to sleep. Don't come to my side."

I was surprised that he could turn a deaf ear when he was reprimanded by his own father, so what else could he feel

Chen Jingzong was noncommittal and quenched his thirst. He pushed three oil-paper bags over and said, "I also bought some snacks. There is nothing good in town. You can eat it if you like, but keep it for me if you don't like it."

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Huayang glanced at the oil paper bag.

the spoiled princess, not to mention the rough work, will not do such a small thing as removing the rope herself.

when Chen Jingzong saw that she was motionless, he snorted, untied the rope and unfolded the oil paper.

Huayang saw a bag of melon seeds, a bag of dried meat, and a bag of preserved apricots.

compared with the characteristics of the palace, these three bags are much worse in all aspects. Melon seeds are not full enough, dried meat is not bright enough, and preserved apricots are all small.

but in nearby villages and towns, these three bags are already first-class goods, and what is more, they cannot be purchased by Chen Zhai in mourning.

mourning is to cherish the memory of the dead. The more sorrowful it is, the more people praise filial piety. If you are still in the mood to eat snacks, what is it

everyone knows how to accept bereavement, and officials even have to worry about their future, but people such as filial piety and the Chen family should pay more attention to etiquette and law.

"does it make you have a stomachache" Huayang doesn't have much confidence in things in small places.

Chen Jingzong: "just try and find out." Anyway, it's okay for me to eat. "

Huayang hesitated for a moment, then decided to wait until one day he was really greedy.

"Dinner is not ready yet. Go and take a bath first."

he is so dusty that Huayang doesn't want to take a look at it.

Chen Jingzong told the Chaoyun at the door: "just bring a bucket of cold water. You don't have to burn it on purpose."

Huayang frowned: "can a bucket of water wash clean" It's not enough for her to wash her hair.

Chen Jingzong looked at it and said, "what are you doing what's the use of washing so clean"

if she sleeps for him, he can brush it from beginning to end to make sure she is satisfied everywhere.

Huayang blushed.

at that time, she really thought too simply that her son in the old family of the cabinet would be an elegant scholar even if he practiced martial arts.

Pearl went to fetch water, went to the inner room to bring Chen Jingzong a change of clothes, put them on the shelf next to the bathtub, and withdrew them.

Huayang asked her to put away a jar of wine and three packets of snacks and continue to sit in the hall.

soon after Chen Jingzong entered, there was a clatter of water stirring in Xici, followed by the special sound of a wet towel being clenched and rubbed along his back.

in front of Huayang, it was as if there were two more guards in my aunt's house.

she didn't look at their faces carefully, but she remembered their broad shoulders and thin waist.

by comparison, Chen Jingzong's body looks better, his figure is longer, and his muscles are strong, symmetrical and just right.

Fushuitang.

Luo Yuyan, who has been sedentary for a long time, is walking slowly in the yard. Jiro and Saburo are squatting under the tree to play with ants. Chen Hsiao-tsung, who has been teaching for a day, lies comfortably at rest.

the main house sent a servant girl to bring dinner, which is dumplings with vegetarian three fresh stuffing, three vegetarian dishes and one Egg & vegetable soup.

Luo Yuyan watched the servant girls come in and then watched the servant girls leave, with a touch of no taste in her mouth.

that's the way people are. She doesn't cherish meat when she can eat meat every day. If she hasn't eaten meat for three months in a row, she is very greedy!

"Mother, let's go in for dinner." Jiro was hungry, lost his stick and stood up.

Luo Yuyan nodded and was about to walk inside when a wisp of chicken stew suddenly floated over from the Siyi Hall.

Luo Yuyan looked at her two sons quietly.

Jiro and Saburo sniffed hard.

after confirming his eyes with his brother, Saburo happily ran to his mother: "Mother, there is meat!"Emperor, the ruler of the people's livelihood in the world, he Qingxian immediately bowed to the ground in awe and piety from the bottom of his heart: "my temper has never been pleased with the courti...