Your Highness, the princess is going to paint your portrait

Chapter 22
Jiang Hejin summoned Yan Huai early in the morning, but deliberately made Yan Huai wait for a while.

Yan Huai knelt on the ground, not daring to say a word. He just glanced at Jiang Hejin from time to time, and then lowered his head.

These two parties are like phoenixes and ants, one is proud of the branches, the other is humble in the dust, this sharp and silent contrast seems to magnify all the details, one has everything, and the other has nothing.

Jiang Hejin looked at the people in the audience and remained calm.

Frost had already condensed in this huge study room.

Jiang Hejin just put down his pen, with a smile on his face again, pointing to the porcelain box placed aside.

This porcelain box is about the size of a fist, small and delicate.

"When you send this rose pearl gel to Jing Mansion, say it's for Miss Jing."

This rose pearl gel is used to remove scars. Jiang Hejin used this porcelain box to perform a full set of dramas in front of the Jingfu people, and he was worthy of the rescue last night.

Yan Huai raised his head in fear, and when he saw Jiang Hejin's warm eyes, he immediately lowered his head and said hesitantly: "Your Highness, are you asking this servant to go?"

"Don't want to?"

Yan Huai knelt down and kowtowed, and said: "No, no, the slave is willing... the slave is terrified..."

Jiang Hejin had a gentle expression on his face, and said, "Didn't Steward Wang say that you are timid? This king thought that he should send you some errands, so he asked you to go."

"Slave, thank you for your concern, Your Highness!" After saying this, Yan Huai knelt down and kowtowed with tears in his eyes.

Jiang Hejin looked at the kowtowing on the ground, and said again: "If you go alone, you will inevitably say that the king is disrespectful to Miss Jing. In this case, you ask some people to go with you, and the king will send you a carriage to take you there."

"Yes……"

Yan Huai took the brocade box obediently, and was about to withdraw, Jiang Hejin called Yan Huai again, and asked lightly, "Do you have anything else to say?"

Yan Huai didn't know why, so he shook his head.

Jiang Hejin nodded, seeing Yan Huai's figure leave, his smile changed into a cold look, he lowered his head and looked at the handwriting he wrote, but repeated five words "Bai Qiuxian Yan Huai", The white finger pointed at the table, and the previously gentle eyes were already full of evil spirits, "This king gave you a chance..."

Yan Huai's carriage in a carriage can be described as beautiful, with several servants following him, the road to Jing's mansion is through the busy city, and the commuting is lively, naturally, many common people can see it, so it is inevitable to say a few words about the scenery of the people on the carriage .

Yan Huai listened to the beautiful words outside the window, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help laughing. He was arrogant and comfortable at the same time. Fang retracted his hand and stroked the cushion in the carriage again. The auspicious pattern on it seemed to be born because of him. , clean and nice.

At that moment, it seemed that he was the owner of the carriage, full of arrogance.

Hearing that it was Prince Li's mansion who came to deliver things, Jing Chun thought it was Lu Chi, but only found out that it was Yan Huai when they met face to face. Yan Huai recognized it.

Jing Chun was surprised, Jing Chun was used to sending things, but he let Yan Huai deliver them. Jiang Hejin didn't know the details of this person, and didn't know the relationship between Tianshan Snow Lotus and Yan Huai.

Jing Chunyue couldn't figure out Jiang and Jin...

"This is the rose pearl gel that His Royal Highness Li Wang gave to Miss Jing, please accept it."

Although Yan Huai's eyes were as timid as that day, his words were not as broken as before. Instead, he could speak completely.

Jing Chun accepted the brocade box and said "Thank you very much", and then said: "Please tell His Highness Prince Li that I would like to express my gratitude."

Although Yan Huai lowered his head, he also replied: "The servant will definitely convey it, please rest assured, Miss Jing."

Although the two of them didn't talk much, Jing Chun could also notice the change in Yan Huai. This person is not as timid as before, he can speak clearly, and he is not necessarily timid.

Jing Chun also saw Yan Huai out, and was surprised again when he saw the carriage Yan Huai was riding in. Jiang and Jin didn't seem to be able to lend this kind of status symbol to others, not even Jing Chun that day. He was sitting on the carriage board with Lu Chi.

"This carriage..."

"His Royal Highness Li took care of the slave and let the slave sit." Yan Huai's face was a little smug, but the accompanying servant's face did not look any good.

After Yan Huai left, Jing Chun felt a little uneasy. She only thought of Jiang Hejin's behavior. He would never be a person who tolerated traitors. domestic servant.

But all this is just Jing Chun's speculation...

Before leaving the house, Jing Chun took another look at the scar on his neck. With the bright light of the blue sky and daylight, Jing Chun could see clearly that the scar was still bleeding, so he applied medicine again.

As soon as he arrived at Jingzhao Mansion, Zhang Ruolian saw that Jingchun's neck was wrapped in a white cloth, and also saw the tiny red threads on the white cloth, but he no longer had the usual sarcasm, instead he was concerned, so he couldn't help it. Asked why.

Zhang Ruolian blocked the way, so Jing Chun excused himself by citing a scratch.

Zhang Ruolian had a look of disbelief, although he was young, he was still from Jingzhao Mansion, so he could see something more or less, and said distressedly: "What can scratch so badly?"

Jing Chun was really worried that Zhang Ruolian would see that this was the mark of a sharp object on his neck. Could it be a family ugliness?
Jing Chun said foolishly: "Don't guess, it's just a scratch, it's not fatal, so what's the point?"

"Why can't I ask? You and I are also colleagues. Even if we are colleagues, it's not too much to ask a few questions. Is it possible that there is something that you can't say out loud because you are covering it up?"

Seeing that Jing Chun was silent, Zhang Ruolian guessed: "Could it be the injury caused by the thief? I have heard about it. When you came to take charge of the theft case of Prince Li's Mansion, was it the injury caused by the thief when you arrested him?" "

Zhang Ruolian is like a child at heart, and thousands of martial arts moves have appeared in his mind. Various fighting scenes have probably been performed thousands of times. As soon as this guess came out, Jing Chun's eyes were filled with tears. Different from the concern just now, he felt admiration instead, "Come on, tell me, I'm happy to hear the last part."

But Jing Chun didn't have anything to say, he just thought about whether he could kick Zhang Ruolian over, could it be that Jing Chun really told about the thing that he put the porcelain plate on his neck yesterday?

"Are you free? I have something to do, so there's no point in guessing with you!"

Zhang Ruolian waved his hands and said leisurely: "I have been really free these days. You have taken over the only case in the house. I have no other fun these days except painting some portraits. People of the same age as me There aren’t many people, well worker, you can count as one!”

(End of this chapter)