Being favored by millions of people is different from being favored by dozens of people.

This difference is immersed in his every word and action, making him look so proud, making people want to polish his pride.

Zhanghua bent his eyes and smiled: "Is there no one in the jade? Is it a messenger?"

The boy named Xue Cai raised his eyes and his starry eyes were as bright as glass: "Swallow is the jade in the country; I am the jade in the man. What's wrong with the two?"

Zhanghua suddenly realized that he was wrong.

When Xue Cai lowered his head, he wanted to polish his pride, but when he raised his head and looked at him, people couldn't help but want to spoil his pride so that he could be more proud.

"The Proud son of God..." He felt a lot of emotion in his heart, as if he had seen himself, the Prince of Yan, who had been pampered by the age of six.

"Good luck, go and get my jade."

Jixiang, who was standing beside him, showed surprise, but he didn't dare to say much, so he lowered his head and soon, he brought an ebony box.

The box was square and very simple, and it looked nothing surprising, but when it was opened, the jade inside made all the envoys of Bi Kingdom open their eyes wide.

"This jade is grown on the top of Qingluan Xue Peak, soaked in the ice spring for nearly a thousand years. It was carved by Mr. Gongshu himself. I named it—" Zhanghua looked at the little boy in front of the hall, which seemed to be made of ice and snow, and smiled slightly, "'Bingli'. I will give you this jade now. Only if you have such an unparalleled jade in the world can you be worthy of such an unparalleled...wonderful man."

Since then, the name of Prince Bingli has become famous in the Four Kingdoms.

"By the way, Young Master Xue stayed in the palace like this. His Majesty favored him very much and led him to his most cherished butterfly house and said to him: 'Which one do you like? Choose one and go.'"

"Your Majesty is willing to give him a butterfly?"

"I have given away all the beautiful jade in the ice, let alone the butterflies."

"You're thinking about it. Although jade is precious, after all, dead objects can last for thousands of years, but butterflies only live for one season. For our Majesty, butterflies are obviously more precious."

"Don't interrupt, which butterfly did Mr. Bingli choose in the end?"

At dusk, the Lu family wine shop was bustling. The fishermen who went out to sea to fish returned home with a lot of loads. After selling the fish to the buyer, they all like to come here to rest and brag and chat.

The Lu family has sold wine along the Binzhou coast for a hundred years. The three generations of grandparents and grandchildren all guarded such a small shop. A bowl of wine that cannot be beaten is 7 cents. The price has not increased for a hundred years. If you are not rich, you will never starve to death.

Therefore, the first thing Xie Changyan did when he came to Binzhou was to try this famous Qiwen wine, but he didn't expect to hear the latest interesting stories from Yujing.

She sat in the corner, wearing a blue shirt and dressed as a man. She couldn't help but feel curious as everyone talked. She was probably the only one here who had entered the butterfly house, and knew better than them how precious Zhanghua was to those butterflies. She had enjoyed all her favors as a quasi-queen queen, but she was unable to receive the beautiful jade butterfly. The little prodigy named Xue Cai was really amazing.

but……

Xie Changyan took a sip of wine to cover the teasing look in his eyes: After all, he is the Majesty who is a good-looking boy!

After successfully attracting everyone's attention with this topic, a businessman from the north smiled proudly: "Young Master Bingli looked around, and finally - you didn't want any one."

Everyone sighed "It's true."

"Not only did you want it, you also said, 'I don't like living things'. Your Majesty asked, 'Why?' He said, 'I am tired if I take care of it; if I don't take care of it, it dies.' Your Majesty said, 'You can ask your subordinates to take care of them.' Young Master Bingli asked, 'If you borrow someone else's hands to take care of it, it is not really mine. Isn't this what your Majesty thinks to build this butterfly house and raise these butterflies himself?' Your Majesty was shocked and said with great emotion: 'You little child is actually my confidant!'"

"Wow——" The wine shop was filled with emotion for a moment.

Xie Changyan almost choked on the alcohol, quickly lowered his head and covered his mouth, buried the cough in his chest. The businessman was good at telling stories, and his tone was well depicted. But because Xie Changyan was too familiar with Zhanghua, he could not imagine that he would speak so emotionally. Well, if this matter was true, the man must have raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why?" and then said lightly, "You can ask the subordinates to take care of him."

And when Xue Cai talked about his thoughts, he would probably remain silent for a moment, and then smiled and said, "Okay. Then go out."

Xie Changyan silently described the scene in his heart, so meticulous that the textures on his clothes were outlined very clearly, and finally he smiled and lost all kinds of longing.

She turned over the empty wine bowl and covered it on the table, got up and left, and the oncoming wind brought the unique salty and humid atmosphere of the sea.

Walking on the spacious and bright street, looking at the rows of shops and houses, feeling the leisurely and contented atmosphere of life, indescribable pride and sadness surge deep in my heart.

This is the place where my father spared his life to protect him.

Fifteen years ago, my father fought here in blood and failed to go home to welcome her birth.

Fifteen years later, she and her mother came here to worship him.

The fishermen he saved erected a monument for him on the beach.

Xie Changyan decided to walk and celebrate the ceremony next to the monument.

Now, there are three days left before the third day of March.

Just then, she heard someone calling out: "Nineteen Lords! Nineteen Lords!"

Shijiulang was her pseudonym when she wrote her travel notes. Later, some insiders would call her a man walking as a man.

Xie Changyan turned his head and found that a manager in a bookstore was waving at her excitedly, saying happily: "The 19th Lord is here!"

"You are... Brother Hu's..."

"Yes, yes, yes, the young man was originally a servant next to the young master, named Acheng, I ask you to be the manager of the bookstore in the southern area."

Xie Changyan thought to himself that he felt that this person was kind-faced. He was the servant beside him when he first met Hu Zhiren at the Weiling Ferry. He immediately stepped forward and said, "Brother Hu is so happy in the near future?"

"Young Master is waiting for you here. Please wait, I have someone to inform him."

"wait for me?"

Acheng smiled implicitly: "Yes. I heard that the 19th son is about to go to the palace, and the young master has prepared a gift."

Xie Changyan smiled and said, "Brother Hu is always so thoughtful." In the past two years, the outsiders she has contacted the most are Hu Zhiren.

At first, she sat in a giant carriage to help him sway along the canal, which received a good response. Later, when she heard that she wanted to write a travel note, Hu Zhiren strongly supported her and took the printing and sold it. It can be said that although "Chaohai and Muwulu" is indeed novel and interesting, and it can be sold so well, it is Hu Zhiren's credit. Then, whenever new ideas pop up in Xie Changyan's mind and encounter new problems, Hu Zhiren always helps him as soon as possible. He is rich and has the ability. The most rare thing is his humble attitude and no sympathy at all, but his gratitude like "You can ask me for me, I'm raising me", which makes people feel like spring breeze.

After a long time, even Zheng noticed it and reminded her: "All businessmen are not good at it. If he helps you like this, he will either seek money or seek feelings. If you think about it well, you will get these feelings."

Regarding this, Xie Changyan laughed: "At worst, I can agree to my body. Mom, aren't you worried that I can't get married?"

Zheng was so angry that he pushed her: "Marrying as a businesswoman, the Xie family will poke my backbone to death!"

"We don't stay at home honestly and come out to play around, your spine has been poked by them."

"Yes, they are all bent, why don't you press it for me?" The mother and daughter started to laugh.

I have to say that in the past two years, although the storm and the journey has been hard, Zheng has obviously become much happier than when he was at the Xie family, and his face looks younger and he has returned.

So Xie Changyan was extremely grateful for his decision.

She occasionally thinks of Qiu Jiang, the woman who made her determined to get out of her newborn. I don’t know what happened to her now. When the ferry farewells, Qiu Jiang never appears again.

Xie Changyan sat in the cubic room of the bookstore and was waiting for Hu Zhiren. Before he could finish a cup of tea, Hu Zhiren came.

He was wearing a new dress and beautiful beard, and he looked energetic. When he saw Xie Changyan, his eyes became even brighter.

"The 19th son is polite." Hu Zhiren bowed and bowed.

Xie Changyan laughed and replied, "Brother Hu, I haven't seen you for a long time, your beautiful beard has finally been preserved."

Hu Zhiren touched the neatly trimmed beard on his face and smiled: "When doing business outside, he looks steady and reliable when he is a little bit of beard. I laughed at him."

Acheng changed into new tea, stepped back with tactfully, leaving the compartment alone for her and Hu Zhiren.

Hu Zhiren stroked the edge of the cup, and he was always calm and he was a little nervous at first sight.

Xie Changyan waited quietly. She knew Hu Zhiren's thoughts, and should have been shy, troubled, nervous and at a loss, but she found that she had no such emotions.

All her girlish feelings seem to end in Yujing. Nowadays, the sky is vast, and there is nothing that cannot be dealt with, and there is no one that cannot be dealt with.

Therefore, looking at Hu Zhiren's entangled and cautious look, he still felt a little interesting. In her impression, he was a person who was good at dancing and ease. Unexpectedly, when facing feelings, he was as immature as a boy.

Xie Changyan's heart suddenly moved: Youth.

Hu Zhiren is the same age as Zhanghua, and both are twenty-one years old this year.

Although he had a beard, he was still a teenager.

And Zhanghua, when she met him, he had completely transformed into a mature, steady and deep-minded man, and he had no moments of youth.

I still like teenagers. Xie Changyan thought. People who are too deep and complicated are too tired to interact with. She has had enough of them.

After Hu Zhiren was silent for a long time, he finally took out an exquisite brocade box from his sleeve, pushed it in front of her, and said, "Talk for me to give me a meager gift, congratulations and hairpins."
Chapter completed!