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Chapter 1332 Tongque Spring Locked Gold Hairpin (23)

"Your Highness, are you waiting for me to find His Highness on purpose?" Aunt Jiang asked, raising her eyebrows.

His Royal Highness squinted his eyes, and the bloody mole at the end of his eyes was seductive.The corners of his mouth hooked up again, and he smiled lightly without saying a word.His expression was gentle and warm, but it was completely impossible to understand what he was thinking.

Aunt Jiang sat beside him, leaning lazily and half against the stone table, resting her face and cheeks with her palms a little bored, looking sideways at the snow-clothed youth beside her.

"Is it because of what happened behind the rockery that day, and I'm afraid that I will say something against me," she said meaningfully, "or is it because His Highness has some affection for me?"

The girl's last words made the young man with drooping eyes and a slight smile slightly raise his brows. He looked sideways at her and smiled. Although he didn't say anything, the mockery of his own affection for her in his eyes has long since disappeared. Metaphor.

Aunt Jiang could understand the meaning in Yan Weichu's eyes, she smiled indifferently, and continued: "I don't care about these things, what I care about is Your Highness..."

His eyes fell on her warmly and lightly, but there was a faint chill.

Aunt Jiang: "I'm also concerned about things."

She continued with the next half of the sentence without panic.

Yan Weichu held back his sleeves, and finally spoke out.

He said, "Gu didn't mean to target the empress, it's because the empress is too worried."

"Your Highness is right. I am worrying too much." She responded casually and perfunctorily.

Yan Weichu: "..."

"Your Highness, why don't you cooperate with Ben Gong?" Sitting beside him, Jiang Yu poured a cup of tea for Yan Weichu in an orderly manner, and after passing it to him, she also poured a cup for herself.

The tea is a new tribute from the Western Regions, and the water used to cook the tea is also the dew from the imperial garden collected from peach pomelo.

The entrance is fresh and elegant, but the aftertaste is sweet. Even Jiang Yu, who is not interested in tea, can't help but want to drink a few more sips.

Aunt Jiang narrowed her eyes lazily, completely treating the tea as sweet water. After drinking one cup, she couldn't help but refill it.

Yan Weichu calmly took the girl's greedy expression into his eyes, and felt a little dry for a while, so he couldn't help but raised his hand to pick up the teacup, and took a sip of the tea.

This tea is not the best, it is far from the tea in his prince's mansion.

But Yan Weichu felt that the taste of this tea was not bad at the moment.

He drooped his long eyelashes slightly, took a sip of the tea calmly, and then put down the teacup, "What can I do with Gu and Niangniang?"

"There are many places where we can cooperate."

Aunt Jiang drank another cup of tea, then raised her head to bask in the sun, "For example, between His Highness and the Fourth Prince, for example, the General's Mansion behind the Fourth Prince..."

She suddenly turned her head, and there was a faint smile of unknown meaning in her beautiful peach eyes, and she said: "Your Highness is so powerful, I am afraid that I have known for a long time that this palace is not the real Jiang Yuwei, but the concubine Jiang married for my sister. Alright."

Yan Wei's Chu eyes were gentle, with a hint of a smile on his face, "What happened to what your mother said, Gu only found out not long ago."

Concubine Jiang didn't care about Yan Weichu's hypocritical and gentle appearance, she chuckled a few times indifferently, and then continued: "But even if you know that this palace is not the real Jiang Yuwei, Your Highness can't send me to the emperor In front of him, punish Jiang Mengshi for the crime of deceiving the emperor."

"Because Bengong and Jiang Yuwei are compatriots, the difference in birth between the two is only a few breaths, and their appearance is similar, so they are almost unrecognizable. So even if I say that Bengong is Jiang Yu instead of Jiang Yuwei, there is nothing wrong. The evidence is that I am not Jiang Yuwei."

(End of this chapter)