The emperor always wants to promise himself

Chapter 58 I want to leave it to him

Zhen Xuetian was still a little dazed when she was called over. Xiao Yu hadn't seen her since she confessed her identity, and she was still a little embarrassed when they met today.

She lowered her head, avoiding Xiao Yu's gaze, bowed and said, "I have seen the prince."

"You don't need to be too polite, you go out with me."

"where to?"

Xiao Yu turned to look at her, and said meaningfully: "Duke Dingguo's Mansion."

Zhen Xuetian's expression froze, "I...I'm going too?"

Xiao Yu nodded: "Escaping blindly is not a long-term solution. Living in the capital, how can you never see each other? You don't want to see how they live now?"

This sentence pierced Zhen Xuetian's heart. She really wanted to see what Dingguo Mansion would be like without her own, and what attitude her parents had towards her. , they shouldn't be so repulsive, right?

"think."

"Let's go, the carriage is waiting outside."

Xiao Yu took Zhen Xuetian out of the house, the coachman saw Xiao Yu coming, and rushed forward, his gaze inadvertently fell on the woman in white behind Xiao Yu, his face suddenly became embarrassed and surprised, "Eldest... Miss?"

Zhen Xuetian also froze in place. It had been a long time since no one called her that. In the Prince Regent's Mansion, the servants usually called her "Miss Cousin" when they saw her.

At this moment, she was looking forward to this trip home.

She smiled at the coachman: "Yes."

The driver looked away, complaining to Xiao Yu in his heart, why did he take the eldest lady with him?Master should be upset when he goes back.

He thought so in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it out, so he lifted the curtain of the carriage and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, Miss, please get in the carriage."

Xiao Yu got into the car first, and then stretched out his hand to Zhen Xuetian: "Come up."

Zhen Xuetian looked at the hand stretched out in front of her, hesitated for a moment, then grabbed it, and stepped on the carriage with her strength.

She whispered to Xiao Yu, "Thank you."

Xiao Yu smiled without saying a word, withdrew her hand and sat opposite Zhen Xuetian, thinking silently: When you walk around Dingguo's mansion, you probably won't thank me.

The coachman watched the interaction between the two from behind, his eyes rolled around, it seems that the relationship between the prince and the eldest lady is not bad?
……

As soon as the front foot of the carriage left, Han Yi got into the small carriage with his red sleeves on his back foot, and headed towards the palace.

Jun Rong didn't sleep well yesterday, obviously Xiao Yu usually just sleeps outside, he can't see, but seeing and not being there are two different things, knowing that Xiao Yu is not there, when he sleeps at night, he refuses to let anyone light up To extinguish, the light must be bright, otherwise he will feel uneasy.

However, even though the room was as bright as day, Jun Rong's heart was still empty, and he couldn't fall asleep after tossing and turning.

When he woke up early in the morning, his energy was low, his eyes were blue and black, Wenfeng and Fuyue took care of him to wash, and couldn't help but look at each other, Fuyue carefully asked: "Your Highness didn't rest last night, okay? Are you still feeling unwell?"

Jun Rong shook his head in a daze: "Didn't sleep well..."

He took the veil to dry his face, and sat down in front of the dressing table to wake up a bit, "Is it time for the son to come back today?"

Wenfeng brushed his hair with a comb, hesitant when he heard this: "That's what the prince said, if there is nothing to do, I will come back today."

"That's good."

Seeing that Junrong's eyes seemed to light up, Wenfeng and Fuyue looked at each other, and suddenly realized, oh, the reason for not sleeping well is because the son is not here!
Wen Feng thought about the usual relationship between the two of them. The eldest son is older than His Highness. His Highness probably regards the eldest son as an older brother. It is normal for children to like to cling to their elder brother.

Wen Feng, who thought he understood Jun Rong's thoughts, persuaded him: "Don't worry, Your Highness, even if the son comes back today, he should be back tomorrow."

Jun Rong nodded, looked at her haggard self in the mirror, and sighed again, when will she be as majestic and good-looking as Shizi?
After eating breakfast, Jun Rongwo practiced calligraphy outside, one by one, opening and closing her lips, whispering the pronunciation of the characters, and learned dozens of characters in the past morning.

When her wrists were sore from practicing, Tinghua came in from outside, bowed to Junrong and said: "Your Highness, there is a man and a woman outside who claim to be the son's secret guard and maidservant, and at the son's order, come to deliver something to His Majesty."

Jun Rong's eyes lit up: "A man in cold clothes?"

Tinghua nodded: "Yes."

"Come in quickly!"

Ting Hua bowed and went out to call someone, Jun Rong hurriedly tidied up the little table, got off the couch and put on his shoes, as soon as his feet touched the ground, the cold clothes and red sleeves came in together.

Jun Rong looked at the pale pink skirt, his eyes slowly moved up, the red sleeves were about to salute, Jun Rong waved his hand: "There is no need to be polite, my son..."

He opened his mouth and wanted to ask why the prince didn't come back, but felt that he was a bit too worthless, so he swallowed the second half of the sentence abruptly.

But the pair of eyes still couldn't hide their emotions, staring at Hongxiu expectantly and disappointedly.

Hongxiu smiled and handed the oil paper bag in his hand to Junrong: "Your Highness, this is what the prince asked his servants to send to your highness. Your highness has a taste. By the way, the prince told your highness——"

"A combination of work and rest, she won't come back for the time being."

Han Yi snatched Hong Xiu's words and said them without emotion.

Jun Rong ignored him intentionally, Han Yi saw it, his little thought was too easy to see through, it was meaningless, he looked at Jun Rong coldly, without any respect at all.

Jun Rong reached out to take the oil paper bag, glanced at Han Yi, and replied disappointedly: "Oh." This person is still as annoying as ever.

"Can you tell me what he did?"

Jun Rong sat back slowly, holding the oil paper bag in both hands, showing a trace of cherishment in his expression, his palms were slightly warm, and the loss of not coming back was well filled. This feeling of being missed by others is addictive.

Hong Xiu felt weak when she saw it, and turned her head to look at Han Yi, fearing that he would irritate Junrong again, and hurriedly said: "My son is going to Dingguogong's mansion to visit the old duke, and I think he will come back later."

"That's it...well, I understand. Are you going back?"

Hongxiu nodded, "Your Highness, take care of yourself, servant girl and Master Hanyi will leave."

"Go."

Jun Rong watched the two of them go out, and slowly turned his eyes back to the paper bag that was still warm, "Will the people from Dingguo's mansion treat him well?"

He muttered to himself, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, "I don't know if I will make things difficult for me if I go."

After all, the attitude of the princess is there, to a certain extent, it also represents the attitude of the Dingguo government.

He carefully opened the oil paper bag, and the sweet fragrance wafted out. Wenfeng and Fuyue beside him couldn't help feeling: "It smells so good! What kind of snack is this? The servants have never seen it before?"

Jun Rong squeezed a piece into his mouth in surprise and curiosity. The sweet but not greasy taste overflowed his lips and tongue. There was an indescribable satisfaction and happiness. His brows and eyes softened, with a bit of joy: "It's delicious!"

After eating a few yuan, Jun Rong thought of something, wiped his hands with a handkerchief, and wrapped the bag again.

Then he took his own hand warmer and put it on it, Wenfeng watched his series of movements, and asked suspiciously, "Why doesn't Your Highness eat?"

Jun Rong pursed his lips, his face flushed slightly because of shyness, and he whispered, "I don't know if the prince has eaten or not, I will leave a few yuan for him, and in case he doesn't eat, I just give these to him."

(End of this chapter)