"Have we had enough fun this time? Let's go back to the military camp?" Zhao Wenzhao asked a few people as they walked out of the exquisite little attic.

"Have we played enough? What have we played? Apart from listening to the music of those young masters yesterday, what else did we do? That's all. There is nothing worth visiting in this Northland. Let's go back to the military camp." Anyang also felt that

This northern border is really boring.

The sky is yellow and the soil is thick, and there is wind and sand when you open your mouth. It is not as comfortable as in the military camp.

"Then go back to the camp directly. Tomorrow, I will take you to the Di people's grassland for a walk." Zhao Wenzhao calculated that it was time to do something serious.

"Going around the Di people's grassland? What should I do if I'm discovered? I don't want to be a prisoner as soon as I come here."

"Can I make you a prisoner? I'm afraid you have lost your mind in Goulan Courtyard." After Zhao Wenzhao finished speaking, he took Yan Qianqiu away. Anyang also knew that he had kicked the iron slab.

"Ah ah ah, it hurts so much, vomit~" Anyang knew that there was no use in explaining. After all, this was openly questioning Zhao Wenzhao's ability. If the hard one was not enough, then the soft one would do it. Zhao Wenzhao felt sorry for her the most anyway.

Sure enough, Zhao Wenzhao heard the sound of Anyang retching and hurriedly turned around to support Anyang. Seeing that Anyang's face was really sallow and his lips were bloodless, he panicked instantly.

"What's wrong with you? Did you eat something bad?" Zhao Wenzhao first felt Anyang's pulse, but found nothing out of the ordinary, and his brows were almost knotted.

"I don't know, it's just... my stomach just hurts." Anyang still covered his stomach tightly, his face became paler, and his voice seemed out of breath.

It happened that Xunyi came back. Zhao Wenzhao raised his head and ordered: "Xunyi, go to the city and rent a carriage. In addition, bring a doctor with you."

"Yes." Seeing Anyang's appearance, Xunyi thought she was seriously ill, but he never thought that Anyang grabbed her before she moved.

"No, I think it's because I was too eager to eat when I got up in the morning, and I don't want to deal with it. You only need to rent a carriage, so there is no need to trouble the barefoot doctor in the north." After Anyang reminded him, Zhao Wenzhao also thought of it.

The medical skills of northern doctors are unreliable.

While Zhao Wenzhao was thinking, Anyang winked at Luo Qingyang several times, just to ask her to help him. After all, when the doctor came, she would really reveal her secret.

Luo

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Qingyang received Anyang's signal and almost laughed out loud. After all, the way Anyang blinked really looked like his eyes were cramped.

Anyang opened his eyes a little wider when he saw Luo Qingyang actually laughing at him. He looked like that, weak and weak, and there was really no threat.

"My dear princess, your lordship is really hungry. After all, no one wants to add a portion of cold soup after eating hot soup dumplings. One is hot and the other is cold. People's spleen and stomach really can't bear it, but hot tea

To warm the stomach, just drink more hot soup when you get to the camp." Luo Qingyang said this, and Zhao Wenzhao understood.

Zhao Wenzhao then looked at Anyang with an expression that said, "You are seeking death." "Xunyi, go rent a carriage and go back with this embarrassing thing."

"Yes." Xunyi left quickly, while Anyang leaned on Luo Qingyang, secretly twisting Luo Qingyang's waist, but she didn't know if Luo Qingyang's waist was twisted or not.

All she knew was that her hand was in pain. There was no flesh on it. It was obviously just a piece of iron.

Luo Qingyang looked at Anyang's suffocated look, slightly raised her lips, and wanted to laugh, but was afraid that this arrogant little noble lady would reveal her secret, so she could only endure it, but Anyang could clearly feel Luo Qingyang's chest shaking.

Zhao Wenzhao saw the way Anyang hugged Luo Qingyang's waist and was particularly displeased. He pulled her to his side and asked, "What does it look like for a noble lady to rely on other women?"

"It's hard for me," Anyang said with a look of grievance, his eyes turning red.

When Zhao Wenzhao saw Anyang like this, he didn't feel comfortable scolding her, "Can't you just lean on me?"

Zhao Wenzhao and Anyang are about the same height. They are both 1.7 meters tall. However, Anyang's height may stop there, but Zhao Wenzhao is not sure. After all, just look at Zhao Wenlan. He is 1.86 meters tall.

Tall, Zhao Wenzhao looked like a delicate figure in Zhao Wenlan's arms.

Luo Qingyang looked at his empty arms and then at Anyang in Zhao Wenzhao's arms. He felt awkward in his heart and rubbed his fingers for a while. Anyang's waist was very soft.

When Yan Qianqiu saw Zhao Wenzhao's appearance, he covered his chest. It felt like a collision. The princess was not as cold-blooded and ruthless as the rumors said. If she really got into the heart of the princess, she would probably be favored by her for the rest of her life.

Xue Jinnan was thinking, the daughter of the world, the only daughter of old prince Tan, if he could hold such a golden thigh tightly, what would happen in the future?

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No need to worry about glory and wealth in the future.

When Xunyi drove the carriage, Zhao Wenzhao personally carried Anyang into the carriage. Inside the carriage, Xunyi thoughtfully placed some soft cushions so that the two men and Anyang could sit more comfortably.

"You, take good care of your daughter, Mr. Yan, you can also get on the carriage. This place is still a hundred miles away from the military camp. As a man, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it." As soon as Zhao Wenzhao came out, he asked Xue Jinnan to go up and take care of Anyang.

Yes, he and Yan Qianqiu said softly.

"Yes, thank you for taking care of me, Princess." After Yan Qianqiu went up, Zhao Wenzhao asked Xunyi to drive a few people back first, and she and Luo Qingyang could walk back behind.

Xunyi took the order and left. In the carriage, Anyang suddenly became lively, leaning on Xue Jinnan's body obliquely, and glanced up and down at Yan Qianqiu.

Yan Qianqiu did not avoid it, but let him see it openly.

"Master Yan?" Anyang was very curious as to what kind of man he was, who could actually ask Zhao Wenzhao to redeem his life.

"Exactly." Yan Qianqiu has long heard of Anyang's reputation as a playboy, but in Yan Qianqiu's eyes, this is not a lustful person, and even the look in his eyes is just pure appreciation.

, compared to Miss Lin’s look, this look is too pure.

"I would like to ask, what was your identity? How could you let Zhao Wenzhao, a rigid old-fashioned man, redeem you?"

"My mother Yan Zi Shu." Yan Qianqiu knew that this taboo name could be known to Anyang.

"Taifu Yan's son?" Anyang stood up instantly. She had known that Taifu Yan was half her teacher. In the beginning, Taifu Yan taught her a lot.

"Exactly." Yan Qianqiu almost became the eldest prince's companion at the beginning. If it hadn't been for the accident of the post-abolition Liu family, Yan Qianqiu would definitely have come to Beijing to be the eldest prince's companion.

"Taifu Yan..."

"Died, because of some reasons."

Anyang also thought that Yan Qianqiu could reach such a place because of something. If Taifu Yan was still here, Yan Qianqiu would definitely not be reduced to this.

"Feel sorry."

"It doesn't matter."

"Don't worry, with A Zhao here, I will be able to clear the name of Taifu Yan."

"Thank you."

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