The Regent's Sweetheart

Chapter 92 Very Familiar
This order was issued like a bolt from the blue, and even Taiwei Zhao couldn't help looking at the regent.

"Sho...she...the Regent." King Jiaxing was so frightened that his smile disappeared, his round pea eyes couldn't be widened no matter how hard they stared.

For a while, I couldn't even speak clearly.

He blinked his eyes twice, but he couldn't figure it out, he took on such a burden that no one wanted to take on, why did the regent want to demote him?

Still demoted to common people, no different from ordinary people!

Since he was kicked out of the capital by his father at the age of four, he can be regarded as a local emperor in the territory, and the officials in the territory have to treat him with good food and drink.

It's hard to send Yi Yi back to Beijing, and he has enjoyed the glory and wealth for only two days, so why is he going to be demoted again?
He was unwilling no matter what. After realizing it, he quickly looked at the little emperor on the throne and asked for help, "Your Majesty!"

Yan Anzhi's face was also stiff, and he didn't expect the regent to make him unable to step down in this way, it was simply a treason!
But when he turned his head to look at the regent, he unconsciously lost his momentum, because the regent looked at him as if he wanted to kill someone.

For a moment, his mouth seemed to be sewn shut with a needle and thread, and he didn't dare to speak anymore.

A while ago, when he was going to send the princess to get married, the regent locked him up for three days. If the queen mother hadn't secretly sent something, he might starve to death.

So he didn't doubt that the regent wanted to kill him. Sooner or later, this rebellious minister would plot against him, but he was unable to kill the regent now!

When the time comes, he must hang the regent on the gate of the city for 100 years, and then grind the bones into powder, smashing them into ashes!

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and the lower Jiaxing King's plea for help made him even more furious!
Just as he was about to speak a few theoretical sentences, however, a look from the regent was enough to extinguish his arrogance!
More figuratively speaking, it was frozen and frightened.

The courtiers also didn't say a word about it, probably acquiescing to the regent's approach. This king of Jiaxing has no talent or virtue, and is no different from a waste.

Speaking for such a lord is like refusing to drink from a clear spring and insisting on looking for water to drink in the mud.

If you don't talk about it, you might get sick easily.

……

---at the same time.

Wang Shilang's mansion.

Lin Jiaojiao was changing the men's clothes in Wang Ziyan's room, seeing that Wang An could not be so blatant, she had to cover her eyes and ears.

Dressed in a round-neck gown that looks like a spring landscape, with a palace sash around the waist, and a green-gold hair crown on his head, he is a noble son of a family.

It's just that this body is inevitably flimsy, but the white fox fur is just right, so you have to buy it according to your body, so that it fits just right and won't be so baggy.

Wang Ziyan tied her a fox fur belt, she was as patient and gentle as a wife taking care of her husband.

Sister Wang told her: "You, you're already married, and you're still playing the old tricks. You really thought you were here to see me. Who would have thought that you, a girl, have found a post where you can trade horses."

Although there was a bit of a complaining tone, both of them laughed at the end.

She used to look for reasons to come to Wang's house, and finally changed her clothes and went out to play with her second brother.

For some reason, she and Sister Wang didn't play for long in the past. Sister Wang is very quiet, but she is very active.

But it was just like this that two completely different people became close friends in the boudoir.

Wang Ziyan took two steps back, looked at her and then nodded, "Okay, you really look like a handsome young man."

At this time, a servant girl hurried in: "Miss, the painting is ready."

The little maid in Tsing Yi was named Caiping, holding a long box in her hand, her cheerful appearance was very pleasing.

"Lin..." When she saw her, Caiping was stunned for a moment, her head seemed to be turning a corner, and then she saluted in a flustered manner: "My maidservant pays respects to the concubine, the empress is safe."

While speaking, he didn't hold the painting firmly in his hand, and the whole painting scroll unfolded after falling to the ground.

"Hey!" Wang Ziyan hurried to put away the painting, her expression was a little flustered, and her movements were quite embarrassing.

When did Sister Wang, who has always been knowledgeable and sensible, be so rude?

And she just glanced at the scroll, it was a portrait of a handsome man.

Just a glance, it feels very familiar.

　Babies ~ thank you for your support ~ I lost my manuscript today, and it was posted late ~ oh oh...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)