The Lady in the General’s Arms is a Bigshot in Mystic Arts

Zhao An really valued the bet, but she still couldn't hold back her face when she said it in public like this.

He suddenly raised his head and said loudly: "How is it possible!"

"The bet is just a joke. Do you think I came to you just for the bet? An Le, so I am such a person in your heart."

"Joke?" An Le seemed to be smiling but not smiling, the broken hair on both sides of his cheeks was blown by the breeze, his voice was very pleasant, and his words were very gentle and peaceful, every word and every sentence was clear and clear, "It turns out that the Eighth Highness only thought it was a joke. Understood."

She stood there and smiled lightly, then turned around and went to another carriage on the street, without looking back at Zhao An.

He tried to go forward a few times, but was stopped by the gatekeeper chasing down from Prince Qing's Mansion.

The gatekeepers were still smiling, as if they were very polite, but their movements were not polite at all.

They blocked Zhao An's way, smiled slightly and said:

"Your Highness, so many people are watching."

Indeed, there were more and more people around Prince Qing's Mansion, and their eyes swept back and forth, with all kinds of emotions in their eyes that made Zhao An very uncomfortable.

But because he came to Prince Qing's Mansion, he had little preparation and not many people with him, so he couldn't cross the gates to catch up with An Le, so he could only watch her get into the carriage and drive away.

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Zhao An returned to Prince Qing's Mansion, and Chi Ti came back only after she got angry.

I don't know who is fueling the flames, the rumors outside are almost out of control.

It took Chiti a lot of effort to silence most of the restaurants, but there are many streets and alleys in Yandu, and the tea shops and wine shops on the streets are beyond his control.

After all, there is a storyteller in the restaurant who is talking about this matter, so it would be good to let the storyteller stop, but there are boring people in teahouses and restaurants. He can use his power to suppress people and make one or two shut up, but he can't. Shut up everyone.

After hearing what he said, Zhao An was about to lose his temper when he heard movement outside.

"Your Highness, there is an oral order from the palace, the emperor invites you to enter the palace."

When Zhao An was about to smash something, he stopped suddenly and turned his head to look outside.

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Yandu, the imperial palace, and Zhao Heng's bedroom.

The man in the bright yellow dragon robe was standing in front of the big sapphire case and writing. He lowered his head, and his face was still bloodless.

Jiang Fu and Jiu Qu sat on the other side, and there were several plates of melon and fruit snacks in front of them. The woman lowered her eyes and gently picked the grapes.

Quietly listen to Jiuqu say this.

After waiting for a long time, a little **** ran in and said to Zhao Heng and them:

"Your Majesty, princess of the county, the Eighth Highness of the National Teacher has arrived."

Zhao Heng raised his eyes, and Jiang Yingxiu, who was grinding ink beside him, immediately turned to look over:

"Let the Eighth Highness come in."

Zhao Heng glanced at Jiang Fu, then lowered his head and began to write again.

He had a cup of hawthorn tea by his hand, and the hawthorn in the white jade cup was glowing red.

He didn't like to drink this kind of tea before, but Jiang Fu ordered him to drink this kind of tea every day recently, it is said that it is good for digestion.

After a while, Zhao An followed the little **** and walked in. He didn't look up, but he still saw a blue skirt.

An Le is also studying in the women's courtyard, so he naturally knows where the clothes are from.

Zhao An's pursed lips collapsed, suppressed his emotions, lowered his head first, and respectfully saluted Zhao Heng who was writing over there, "I have seen my father."