Concubine Allure: Pick up a prince and grab the country

Chapter 72 Chapter 84 My son is funny?

"Why are you still standing there? If the son's life is gone, can your heads still hang around your necks?!"

With a coax, the soldiers jumped on their horses in fright as if struck by lightning, and chased Cao Yong away.

The shocked crowd saw that the show had ended, some left one after another, some began to help clean up the stalls scattered on the ground, and some stayed where they were, pointing at Yan Qingcheng and whispering.

It's not suitable to stay here for a long time, she just wants to take her son out to eat a goose in a low-key manner.

If she didn't slip away at this moment, when would she wait, Yan Qingcheng turned around and was about to leave with Chu Yuanheng in her arms, when suddenly, someone behind her stopped her.

"Cousin Qingcheng, what a coincidence..."

Yan Qingcheng settled down.

Cousin - this...

This King Zhao actually recognized her, not only recognized her, but also called her cousin in an open and aboveboard manner. Immediately, the crowd who were about to leave on the street stopped and turned their heads to look at Yan Qingcheng.

No one in the entire imperial capital knew who Qingcheng was, and the only person who could be called his cousin by His Royal Highness King Zhao, was also called Qingcheng, only Princess Longxiang, who said Qingcheng.

It was about Yan Qingcheng, and the people in the entire imperial capital seemed to be particularly interested, and they gathered around again as if they were watching the excitement.

Chu Yuanheng frowned in displeasure, slandering Uncle San Huang definitely did it on purpose.

Yan Qingcheng was his future concubine, but the third emperor uncle called Yan Qingcheng's cousin in front of him, and it was still like this - in a grand manner.

At this moment, it’s not right for Yan Qingcheng to leave, or not to leave, so he turned around and smiled at King Zhao, “His Royal Highness Zhao Wang.”

I saw Chu Yu wearing a sky-blue brocade jacket with cross-collared collar, a jadeite five-bead crown on his head, a white jade belt, a white jade pendant, and square-toed shoes on his feet.

What a noble young man, he gracefully jumped out of the car, with a springy smile on his face, and strolled towards Yan Qingcheng.

In Yan Qingcheng's memory, King Zhao Chu Yu should have been in his thirties in his early twenties, but looking at him this time, he was only in his early twenties.

Although she said that Qingcheng was well-known in the imperial capital, but she was really surrounded by a crowd of people in the market, and she always felt awkward from top to bottom.

Chu Yuanheng was also uncomfortable being hugged by Yan Qingcheng's awkward limbs. He pulled Yan Qingcheng's collar to use his strength to move his body, and found a more comfortable position for nestling. He seemed to be enjoying the feeling of being a baby.

And all of this happened to be seen by Chu Yu. He glanced at Chu Yuanheng with a meaningful smile, and met Chu Yuanheng's "killing" gaze. The warning meaning in the small eyes was very obvious. .

Unexpectedly, Chu Yu's smile didn't hold back for a moment, and it seemed as if it finally rushed out of his throat after being held back for a while, and he couldn't stop it.

Chu Yuanheng's chubby little face suddenly turned dark beyond description. He glared at Chu Yu angrily, his lips pursed tightly, and he would keep this account in mind first, and then slowly settle it with Uncle Sanhuang.

Yan Qingcheng thought that Chu Yu was going to say hello to him, but as soon as he walked up to him, he looked at her son and smiled foolishly.

She looked at Chu Yu wonderingly: "His Royal Highness, my son looks funny?"

King Zhao's laughter stopped when he heard the words, and he glanced at Yan Qingcheng in disbelief, then at Chu Yuanheng, and then returned to Yan Qingcheng's face.

"Son?..." He couldn't help but smile, and tried his best to restrain himself from lowering his head so that others could not see the expression on his face.

But Yan Qingcheng judged from Chu Yu's trembling shoulders that this King Zhao was snickering wantonly, and now her face turned dark.

At this moment, Chu Yuanheng's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and the veins on his forehead were twitching. He squeezed his small fists, wishing to crush the third uncle's throat so that he couldn't laugh.

"King Zhao...Your Highness!" Yan Qingcheng shouted with a blank expression.

(End of this chapter)