Zhao Yanqing was injured for five days and could get out of bed. In the afternoon, the sun was shining. Zhao Yanqing put on a wolf-skin cloak that Mrs. Yan asked his maid to make for him overnight, and pushed the door and walked out. He was a polite person. He did not go in, but went out from the corner gate and walked slowly along the courtyard wall. He did not dare to go far, because of his physical reasons, and the other was because of his concern that the person who was chasing him was nearby. He had to save his life and return to Beijing to seek justice from the culprit.

Walking to a place with sunshine, Zhao Yanqing stopped, looked up at the blue sky and murmured to himself: "It's great to be alive!"

At this time, a slight sound of footsteps came. Zhao Yanqing pressed his hand against his waist, and his expression changed slightly. His protective soft sword was not on his body. Fortunately, at this time, he smelled the faint fragrance of rouge and slowly turned around to look. It was a pretty girl.

"Hello, Mr. Zhao, my surname is Yan, I'm at home six." Yan Xiang never thought of hiding his identity.

Zhao Yanqing's face flashed with surprise. He had been recuperating in the village for five days and had never seen Miss Yan's family. He was a little surprised that Yan Xiang came to find him, but he did not show it and said with a faint smile: "Hello Miss Yan Liu."

"Young Master Zhao, in fact, the one who saved you is my twelve sister Yan Huo." Yan Xiang said directly without going around the corner.

Zhao Yanqing bowed and said, "I will remember Miss Yan Shier's great kindness in my heart." It was the Yan family who saved him, and as for whom he saved him, he didn't care.

Yan Xiang took a step forward, "I don't need to say anything about Mr. Zhao's dilemma. Is Mr. Zhao willing to lose his original position and everything?"

"Min is mine, I will not lose it." Zhao Yanqing said with a gloomy look.

"Everyone can tell the big talk, but what is the truth is. Mr. Zhao must know better than me. Mr. Zhao, you are at the end of your journey." Yan Xiang sneered.

This is a bit ugly, but Zhao Yanqing would not reveal his strength because of these ugly words. He still asked with a polite smile: "I wonder what good idea Miss Yan Liu has?"

"Young Master Zhao needs a capable wife." Yan Xiang smiled.

Zhao Yanqing's eyes flashed slightly, "Miss Yan Liu is referring to Miss Yan Shier?"

Yan Xiang nodded, "My twelve sister's mother is Princess Nanping of Prince Rong's Mansion. I don't need to say much about the power behind her. If Mr. Zhao can marry her and be the prince of the Duke of Chengguo's Mansion, Mr. Zhao can be easily captured and easily taken."

Another snake and scorpion woman, Zhao Yanqing felt bored, "I know Miss Yan Liu's suggestion, I will think about it carefully." After saying that, Zhao Yanqing slowly left.

Yan Xiang curled the corners of his lips proudly.

"Sister Six, you are really too much!" An angry voice.

Yan Xiang turned his head and saw Yan Ying walked out from behind the tree. Yan Xiang glared at him, "Yan Ying, you... you actually eavesdropped."

"I came here by accident and heard it." Yan Ying was cowardly and was frightened by Yan Xiang's momentum and explained involuntarily.

"This matter has nothing to do with you, don't meddle in other people's business." Yan Xiang turned around and left.

"Sister Six, why? You and Twelve Sister are just a little friction between sisters. Why did you harm her like this?" Yan Ying has always been self-protection, and today she couldn't help but question her.

Yan Xiang looked back at her, "How could I harm her? What's wrong with letting her be the prince's wife of the Duke's Mansion?"

"Sixth sister said this to fool the fool. Although I am the daughter of the boudoir, I don't have much chance to go out, but I still hear about the situation of Duke Cheng's mansion. The twelve sister is simple-minded and does not understand the sinister world. The sixth sister does not do this for the sake of the twelve sister, but wants the twelve sister to die. Sixth sister, you have done too much." Yan Ying accused her.

Yan Xiang said viciously: "Yes, I just asked her to die, how about it? Yan Ying, don't forget that I am your legitimate sister. If you annoy me, you will not have any good results."

Yan Ying's face changed slightly, Yan Xiang smiled proudly, and left, making Yan Ying clench his fists arrogantly.

"Miss Yan."

Yan Ying was shocked and turned around and saw that it was Zhao Yanqing, "Zhao, Mr. Zhao, have you left?"

"I heard your breathing and wanted to see who was hiding behind the tree, so I deliberately left and turned around and heard the conversation between you and Miss Yan Liu." Zhao Yanqing explained frankly.

Yan Ying bit the corner of her lower lip and said, "Mr. Zhao, my twelve sister is only nine years old. She is well-behaved and sensible. Her grandfather and grandmother love her very much, but... but... Mr. Zhao, I beg you not to hurt her."

Yan Ying knelt down as she said that.

Zhao Yanqing moved aside, "Miss Yan, please invite me quickly. Although Zhao is not a gentleman, if he hurts his life-saving benefactor, then he will be useless."

Yan Ying turned her worries into joy, got up, bowed to him and said, "Young Master Zhao, thank you, thank you."

"Miss Twelve has a sister like you, it is her blessing." Zhao Yanqing sighed. Having a sister like Miss Yan Liu is the sorrow of Miss Twelve.

"It is also my blessing to have a sister like the Twelve Sister." Yan Yingzhan said with a smile. The Twelve Sister never looked down on her because she was a concubine. Even after the Twelve Sister and the Sixth Sister had a falling out, they did not take their anger on her just because she was from the third room.

"Miss Yan Liu is vicious, you should not anger her." Zhao Yanqing warned her.

Yan Ying nodded, "Young Master Zhao, I won't disturb you for a walk." After that, Yan Ying walked away quickly.

Zhao Yanqing looked at her hurriedly leaving and raised the corners of her lips slightly.

Yan Xiang didn't know that Zhao Yanqing would come back, and also heard the conversation between her and Yan Ying. She thought she had made a successful plan. She met Yan Hu and Yan Qi and Yan Jing who came back from the kitchen at the entrance of the yard. She smiled and said to her: "Twelve Sister, don't thank me."

Yan Huo stared blankly as Yan Xiang walked past him, and then asked Yan Huo, "Do you understand her words?"

"Don't pay attention to what a person with a brain says." Yan Qi licked maltose and said.

"It makes sense." Yan Huo smiled.

The three of them pretended that they had never seen Yan Xiang before, so they got into the warm chalet and stirred up their malt sugar.

Two days later, guests came to the village, with two masters and four servants. Mrs. Yan asked Wu Xiaobei to lead them to see Zhao Yanqing; Zhao Yanqing was very excited to see them, "Big cousin, Xining cousin, why are you here too?"

Those who came were Tian Yining, the son of the Marquis of Baoqing, and Tian Xining, the fourth son of the Prince Tian Xining. Seeing the alive Zhao Yanqing, Tian Yining happily called out: "Cousin."

Wu Xiaobei retreated tactfully, and the four servants followed him out, pulled up the door, and guarded outside the door. Tian Xining asked anxiously: "Cousin, was the person chasing you sent by that woman?"

"Who else would have wanted my life so eagerly besides her?" Zhao Yanqing said with a wry smile.

"She is becoming more and more unscrupulous and crazy." Tian Yining said with a hatred.

"The prince is dying and she can't wait." Zhao Yanqing sneered.

Once Duke Cheng died of illness, he did not ask for a title of the crown prince before his death. According to the etiquette and law, the eldest son will succeed him after his death. Because there was an incident in the previous dynasty that the Duke of the Kingdom pretended to ask for a title in the name of the Duke of the Kingdom, this dynasty stipulated that the Duke of the Kingdom must present the title with the Duke of the Kingdom. Duke Cheng was already ill and could not enter the palace to meet the prince. Therefore, Duke Cheng had only one way to go, that is, to get rid of Zhao Yanqing, the eldest son.

When Tian Yining heard him call his biological father the prince, he sighed secretly. It was really heartbreaking to be a father and son and become enemies. Tian Yining was silent for a moment and asked, "What are you going to do next?"

"I have never been interested in the position of the prince. Unfortunately, she doesn't believe it and insists on killing me. Since that's the case, I can only fight with her. I can't let her take my life away." Zhao Yanqing punched the table with a hard punch.

Tian Yining patted his shoulder sympathetically. It was clearly something in his pocket, but he had to fight with others to get it. Tian Xining squeezed between the two and said, "Cousin, if you have me and my elder brother to help you, that poisonous woman is not afraid."

Zhao Yanqing smiled faintly. Duke Cheng's wife never struggled to deal with. The real trouble was the Chu Prince's Mansion. Zhao Yanqing's wounds were deep and bones were visible. Although he used the best medicine and was fine to get out of bed and walk, he still could not do intense exercise, such as riding a horse. Tian Yining went to the county town, while Tian Xining stayed in Zhuangzi.

After two heavy snowfalls, a thick layer of snow accumulated in the courtyard. Tian Xining, who was so handsome, carried a small pot of wine and a bunch of peanuts, moved the stairs to the roof. She swept out the ground and sat cross-legged.

He was siping wine and eating a few peanuts, and when he heard a burst of laughter, he looked down and saw a round red ball... No, it was a little girl who was dressed too thick and looked like a ball, playing snowball fights with several other girls.

Seeing that Tian Xining was interesting, she grabbed a handful of snow from her side, pinched it into a snowball, and threw it at the red ball. He had a correct look and hit Yan Hu on the back of the head. Yan Hu was hit and exclaimed: "Who? Who is sneaking into this lady?"

"Miss Twelve, there is someone on the roof." A maid told the location of the perpetrator.

Yan Huo turned his head and looked at it. He didn't know him, and put his waist on his back, "Damn kid, you are so brave, you dare to sneak attack me! You're dead." As he said that, he bent down and grabbed the snow from the ground, kneaded into two snowballs, and threw them on the roof. However, she was weak and the snowballs were not even on the edge of the eaves, let alone thrown to the sky Xining.

Tian Xining laughed and made a provocative face at her, "No, no, no, no, no."

Yan Huo pointed at him, "Wait." After saying that, he summoned the maid who had just played snowball with her, "You rub the snowballs and smash the person on the roof for me. If anyone hits it, I will give her this bead hairpin."

The maids cheered and pinched the snowballs and threw them at the roof to smash Tian Xining, but they didn't throw a single snowball on the roof, let alone hit Tian Xining.

"It can't be smashed, it can't be smashed." Tian Xining squeezed the snowball and smashed it down. He fought against the crowd alone, majestic.

Zhao Yanqing came out to look for her cousin. When she saw this scene, she laughed silently and stood aside and watched them play.

"Stop!" Yan Huo shouted.

All the maids, Yan Zi and Yan Jing stopped moving, and Tian Xining looked at her curiously, wanting to see what the little red ball had. Yan Huo patted the snow on his clothes and said, "We are a lot of adults, so we don't care about the little kids on the roof. If we leave, we go back to the house to drink the cold tea."

After saying that, she left with the team. Tian Xining, who was stunned for a moment, came back to her senses and shouted: "Hey, hey, that red ball, come back to me. Who do you think is the little brat? You are the little brats. You guys are not as big as me."

"You also know that the combined total of them is not as big as yours." Zhao Yanqing walked over, "It's going to snow, come down quickly."

Tian Xining walked to the eaves, jumped gently, and jumped off the roof, "Cousin, do you recognize that red ball?"

Zhao Yanqing glared at him, "Why are you still planning to argue with her?"

"No, no." Tian Xining shook his head quickly.

Not long after the two returned to their room, the snow fell and it stopped until midnight. The north wind whistled and the weather became colder. Yan Huo arched in the arms of Mrs. Yan, "Grandma, it's cold today. Let's sauté hotpot and have a warm and gentle meal."

Yan Qi and Yan Jing stared at Mrs. Yan with similar eyes looking forward to the old lady, and kept swallowing, obviously very moved by Yan Hu's suggestion to eat hot pot.

"The taste of the Twelve Sister is really unique. What's the delicious hot pot like a hodgepod? Didn't you eat it a few days ago? Why do you have to eat it again?" Yan Xiang doesn't like to eat hot pot. Every time he finishes the hot pot, he smells of hot pot all over his body.

Yan Hu ignored her, and she didn't count it. Old Mrs. Yan glanced at Yan Xiang and smiled and said, "It's better if you want to eat hot pot. If you want to eat hot pot, go to the warm room. If you want to eat stir-fry, just let the kitchen cook a few dishes. It's not a troublesome."

"Grandmother is the best, I like grandmother the most." Yan Huo happily rubbed Mrs. Yan's face.

Yan Zi and Yan Jing also came over, "I like my grandmother the most, too."

"Okay, okay, grandma likes you the most, too." Old Mrs. Yan touched Yan Zi and Yan Jing's heads.

In the evening, Yan Xiang was the only one who ate the cooking, and everyone else was willing to eat hot pot, and Yan Xiang's biological mother and sister were no exception. When he heard the laughter and joy coming from time to time in the warm room, Yan Xiang, who was sitting alone at the table, had no appetite at all, staring at the direction of the warm room with resentment.

Mrs. Yan asked the doctor and knew that Zhao Yanqing was avoiding the development of things and could eat anything else. Mrs. Yan also sent a small pot to send her. The base of the hot pot was a soup stewed with wild ducks. There was no seasoning in the soup, and it looked very light.

Tian Xining curled his lips, "The pot made from such soup is not delicious." There were not many families who were not picky about food.

Wu Xiaobei smiled and said, "Mr. Tian, ​​this is the fresh way to eat my twelve lady. Wait for the younger one to help you prepare the ingredients, and then keep it safe and you still want to eat it after you eat it."

Tian Xining saw a dozen small bowls containing green and red peppers, white sesame seeds, sesame oil, bean paste, meat sauce, sesame paste, vinegar, soy sauce, onion, ginger, garlic and other small bowls, and kept saying "Wow wow wow wow wow."

Wu Xiaobei first served the two bowls of soup, "You two young masters can drink a few sips first."

Zhao Yanqing took two sips as he said, "The soup is very fresh and sweet, and the duck meat is so crispy."

Wu Xiaobei smiled, picked up another empty bowl and started to mix the sauce, "Young Master Tian, ​​can you eat spicy food?"

"Eat, I'll eat, add more spicy." Tian Xining picked up the chopsticks.

Wu Xiaobei added chili, sesame paste, garlic paste, ginger paste, sesame oil, etc. to the bowl, mixed it with the soup and handed it to Tian Xining, "Master Tian, ​​you can eat it with a slice of mutton and dip it into the sauce. Try it. I like it. If you don't like it, I will help you make it."

Tian Xining ate mutton as he said, "It's delicious, so delicious. Who thought of this method?"

"It's my twelve lady." Wu Xiaobei smiled.

Tian Xining picked up another piece of mutton and dipped it in her sauce, stuffed it into her mouth, and said something in confusion.

"Eat quietly, don't talk." Zhao Yanqing didn't want to eat the saliva he squirted out, so he hurriedly stopped him.
Chapter completed!