The little Jiaojiao in the general's arms is a master of metaphysics

Chapter 403: When does His Highness plan to repay the money?

Zhao Heng, who was writing with a pen, raised his eyes and glanced at him, but kept his head down and continued to write without making a sound.

Finally, she couldn't help but raised her eyes to look at him, saw that he was writing intently, then lowered his head and cupped his hands and repeated, "I have seen my father."

"I don't know what the father summoned me for."

Zhao Hengyi didn't speak, and even this time he didn't even raise his head.

Jiang Yingxiu glanced at him twice, but those were just two glances, then she continued to lower her head and polish the ink for Zhao Heng without speaking.

Zhao An frowned and slowly turned his head to look in Jiang Fu's direction.

Jiang Fu put a grape into his mouth and slowly picked up the tea cup at hand, looking very comfortable.

Zhao An was suddenly furious because of this woman.

An Le used to be so obedient, he was what he said, and she didn't dare to go west when he said to go east, but since she got to know this woman, she has changed everything.

Thinking about it carefully, it was after she met this woman that she started to ignore her.

"The county princess is also here." Zhao An kept the gesture of cupping his hands and turned his head slightly to look at Jiang Fu, his eyes cold and cold.

The tone was not really friendly.

"Yes." Jiang Fu held the teacup and took a sip with his eyes lowered. Then he gently put the teacup down and said, "I seem to have won the bet between you and me."

"When will His Highness plan to repay the money?"

Her tone was very calm, and she even had a slight smile on her face.

It seemed that he had already determined that he would lose.

Zhao An's eyelids twitched, and he immediately turned to look at Zhao Heng.

Zhao Heng, who was still writing seriously with a pen just now, suddenly stopped. He stood in front of the big sapphire case, and looked at him with his pen in his hand, his face still the same as before.

But for some reason, Zhao An felt a chill down his spine.

"Father, father emperor."

Zhao An immediately knew that it was the woman Jiang Fu who told his father about the bet. He opened his mouth and was about to defend himself, but saw the man in front of the Qingyu case stretched out his hand, and the pen in his hand was pointed towards him. He smashed it over.

After all, the pen failed to hit Zhao An, but it landed on the bright and clean marble floor, and the black ink fell one after another on the floor.

Zhao An knelt down with a plop, and crawled forward in a hurry: "Father, father, you can't just listen to this woman's side, you listen to my son!"

Zhao Heng still wanted to hear what he said. If he could speak at this time, he would scold Zhao An so much that he would be dragged out immediately.

How could he give birth to such a disappointing son? It really embarrassed his Zhao family.

The dignified prince actually did such a thing for money.

No matter how bad he was, he never relied on a woman!

Seeing that Zhao Heng's face was getting worse and worse, Zhao An immediately speeded up and climbed to the front of the Qingyu case. His clothes were also stained with ink spots on the ground. He kowtowed and said, "Father, listen to my explanation!"

"It's not what she said, it's definitely not what she said!"

Zhao Heng squinted at him, wanting to see what he could say.

Jiang Yingxiu put down the things in her hands, retreated to Zhao Heng, and said to Zhao An, "Your Highness, you are a prince, how can you collect so much money..."

Jiang Fu and Jiuqu were sitting at the side, watching quietly, when Jiuqu suddenly leaned over and whispered, "See, he's full of energy."

Jiang Fu nodded lightly, "Yes, it's even darker."

(End of this chapter)