The regent's spoiled princess wakes up

Chapter 5 Check it out for me!

Mrs. Li didn't want to get involved in this muddy pool, so she found an excuse and left first.

"Lin Yuezhi, this king was too arrogant and indulgent towards you in the past, so he has no rules!" As soon as Li Shi left, the regent's face darkened, and he took out the hand that she had pulled to wipe it on the royal blue brocade robe. twice,

Seeing this, the woman kneeling on the ground felt like being splashed with cold water.

"Princess, the Yizi soup brought by the Duke's wife just now, the servant has cooked it." Nanny Chang walked in with the soup cup, and glared at Lin Meiren deliberately gloating.

Lin Meiren froze when she heard the words, and stared blankly at the steaming soup cup in her hand.

Mashiko soup?How could the princess be pregnant after only waking up for a few days?
Zhao Shuang was as dumbfounded as if struck by lightning when she heard the words, and looked at Yang Xuan in embarrassment.

"Cough cough!" The brocade robed man covered his mouth and coughed, gloating at his misfortune, and said solemnly, "Bring it here for the princess to drink."

Several thoughts flashed through her mind quickly.

Zhao Shuang, Zhao Shuang, if you want revenge, you have to occupy this body and hug the regent's thigh. You must drink this Yizi soup today!
Anyway, I can't eat bad people, Zhao Shuang said with a heart, "Bring it!"

Watching her finish the soup with a sad face, Yang Xuan was happy in his heart, but his face was still serious.

Lin Yuezhi gritted her teeth with hatred, seeing the two of them love each other, her heart felt like ice.

"My lord, my concubine, my concubine is resigning."

"Go, go." Zhao Shuang returned the soup cup to Nanny Chang, and waved to her.

Seeing the back of Lin Yuezhi and Liu Fufeng come out of sight, Zhao Shuang breathed a sigh of relief.

It is Lin Meiren who is obviously pregnant, why does the prince let himself drink soup?Something is wrong!

Turning his head but flattering the regent, "My lord is really wise and powerful today, and he looks several years younger again."

Yang Xuan gave her a strange look. This person was cold to her yesterday, but suddenly changed his temper today?

There is nothing to be courteous, and it is either a traitor or a thief!

"You... have something to ask me?"

"My lord is wise!" Zhao Shuang immediately stood up like a dog, walked around behind Yang Xuan, and squeezed his shoulders.

"Tell me."

"I want to borrow General Linghu's help."

As soon as the words fell, Yang Xuan squinted her phoenix eyes, stared sideways at her and said, "You want to fight?"

"No no, my concubine wants to go shopping tomorrow and buy some...clothes." Zhao Shuang smiled, but her fingers trembled guiltily, "I haven't been out for a long time, and I want to find someone who is... powerful... ...guard."

"My lord has no business tomorrow, how about...my lord accompany you?" Yang Xuan suddenly wanted to go out for a stroll on a whim for some reason.

"No, no, I don't need it..." Zhao Shuang heard him say that he was going, and the hands that were beating his shoulders suddenly froze, and the palms of his hands were sweaty, "There is no need for the prince to be so... formidable, General Linghu... …sufficient."

"Huh?" The brocade robed man was full of suspicion, frowned slightly and nodded, "Yes."

She had been in a coma for 17 years, how could she know that she had Linghu Kong, a martial arts expert under her command, and wanted to borrow him?

There must be something strange about this matter.

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The streets of Shangjing are very unfamiliar to her, but luckily Linghu Kong is leading the way.

Linghukong was in his early 20s, with a square face and a taller figure than Yang Xuan. He was a martial arts prodigy at first glance.

Zhao Shuang met him once in her previous life. At that time, she was still the female counselor of the Marquis of Yongchang. In order to curry favor with the regent on Chen Yang's behalf, she gave Linghu Kong a hundred taels of gold. It's very funny to think about it now.

The two were standing on the second floor of a restaurant, leaning on the railing to look at the bustling street downstairs.

"My lord, this is the West Street." Linghukong cupped his hands and said, "However... this street is mostly restaurants and restaurants, and there are no shops. What the wangfei wants to buy, why don't you tell your subordinates..."

"General Linghu, I want you to block someone here." Zhao Shuang was wearing a veiled hat and a scarf covering her face.

The enemy is close in front of her eyes, and she has an absolute advantage in strength, she can't hide the excitement in her heart for a while.

"Who... who is it?" Linghu Kong was suddenly alert, the purpose of going shopping this time may be unusual, don't be led into a trap by this woman!

"The one who once gave you a generous gift... Chen Yang, Marquis of Yongchang." Zhao Shuang's voice was three-pointed and seven-pointed cold.

"How does the princess know?" Linghu Kong's eyes widened in amazement. When he saw Chen Yang, he was clearly in Xunyang City thousands of miles away. Even the prince never told him about it.

"I know how to divination, not only that, I also calculated...Chen Yang will pass through here when he enters Beijing today." Zhao Shuang pointed downstairs through the curtain.

"Then the subordinate blocked him... so what?" Linghukong asked with his fists clasped.

"First kill the female counselor named Honghu next to him, and then..." Before she finished speaking, she was suddenly embraced by a pair of big hands from behind, and dragged into the restaurant without any explanation, "Who?!"

The sun is shining brightly at the railing, but the light dims in the attic.

His eyes didn't adapt for a moment, and he only saw the outline of a man with golden light all over his body.

"You want to kill people in the street?" The man looked at her with his backlight, his voice was cold.

"Wang... my lord? Why are you here?" Zhao Shuang was anxious in her heart. If she delayed like this, she might miss the time for revenge.

"If I don't come, you're going to bring my subordinates to kill people in the street!" The handsome man with a sullen face dragged her like a chick and walked downstairs, "Go back with me!"

"My lord, I have something to say..." The woman didn't know how to defend herself for a while.

The man said to the stunned general behind him again, "Linghu Kong, what are you still doing? Go back!"

"Yes!" Linghu Kong was so regretful that his intestines were green. It was not a good omen that he was caught in the middle of the quarrel between the prince and princess.

"My lord... my lord!" How could Zhao Shuang beat him?He was dragged down the stairs in disgrace within two strokes.

There was already a row of black-armored sergeants standing at the entrance of the restaurant. Seeing the three of them coming out, they quickly surrounded them and walked towards the Prince Regent's Mansion.

At this moment, a carriage with white walls and green canopy, with the jade plaque of Yongchang Hou Mansion hanging on the front of the carriage, was coming from the gate of the city unsteadily.

The wheels of the car rolled across the stone road of West Street.

Sitting in the carriage was a handsome young man in a gray-green brocade robe.

The man had a fair face and good looks. Hearing the noise on the side of the road, he suddenly lifted the reed curtain hanging from the car window and took a look outside.

In the distance, a group of black-armored warriors surrounded a young woman in a veiled hat and a handsome man in brocade clothes. The two were chattering and seeming to be arguing.

The woman turned her head suddenly, and saw the man in the carriage through the tulle of the veiled hat, and the two missed each other.

"Master Hou, did you see an acquaintance?" The girl opposite Chen Yang asked.

The girl was dressed in men's clothes, with a Taoist bun on her head. She looked only thirteen or fourteen years old, with a pair of almond eyes that were both innocent and cold.

"Where are there acquaintances in Shangjing?" The gray-clothed man lowered the curtains, then lowered his head to look at the scroll in his hand.

The flying dust raised by the carriage gradually dissipated, and the noise on the West Street was still heard endlessly.

"Is he the one you're waiting for?" The man with the jade crown and hair tied grabbed the woman's hand and shouted angrily, "Check it out for me! Who is that in the carriage!"

(End of this chapter)