Hearing this neutral voice, Qin Sining and Zhao Xiaole were stunned for a moment.
Turn around and look.
Chirp!
They didn't know whether it was planned in advance or just a coincidence, but at the moment they looked over, a firework shot up into the sky and then exploded with a "bang".
Colorful light rain falls from the sky and sprinkles on the world.
And in this splash of light and rain, stood a slender and tall figure.
She was wearing a white fox fur, and her soft and smooth hair had not a trace of color.
Under the fox fur, there is a gold-edged silver rat coat and a hibiscus auspicious pleated skirt.
The large cotton-padded jacket tightly wrapped her body, but it still could not hide her towering and straight figure, making her look particularly eye-catching.
Especially that face that can be said to be the best in the world, it is something that people will never forget after taking one look at it.
No need to modify it, as long as she stands quietly among the crowd, it is the most unforgettable scenery.
Not only Zhao Xiaole was stunned, but everyone present was stunned.
Especially Qin Sining's eyes were full of horror.
"You...you are?"
Her eyes widened, her eyes widened, her legs weakened, and she was about to kneel on the ground.
But at this moment, Zhao Xiaole hugged her to prevent her from kneeling down, and whispered in her ear: "It's good to know, but don't say it, there are many pairs of eyes staring at us here!"
Qin Sining immediately swallowed her saliva and swallowed back the words that were on her lips, but she was even more horrified in her heart.
Because Zhao Xiaole's words further confirmed her thoughts.
The person in front of me is really...
That means...
Qin Sining's chest heaved violently, and she suddenly felt that she had discovered a shocking secret!
"Hmph! Have you two hugged each other enough? It's time to let me... uh, let me go in, right?"
At this moment, she suddenly heard a muffled groan from the woman in front of her.
She was startled, and then she realized that Zhao Xiaole had hugged her when she went limp, and he hasn't let go yet!
Qin Sining's face turned red instantly, and she quickly broke away from Zhao Xiaole's arms, walked to the side, lowered her head, and didn't know what to say for a while.
But seeing this scene, Qin Yinglong suddenly felt a little unhappy. He frowned and said, "Who are you? My brother-in-law, my sister, what's bothering you? Do you want to mind your own business here?"
Behind the woman, there were two female guards wearing white coats. They were also beautiful and fragrant. When they heard this, a cold light suddenly appeared in their eyes, and they put their hands on the scabbards of their swords.
Qin Sining was so frightened that he kicked Qin Yinglong in the leg.
Qin Yinglong, who was completely unprepared, immediately knelt down. He didn't even have time to say anything, and looked at Qin Sining who was kicking him in confusion.
"Let's go!"
Knowing that the woman's identity should not be exposed, Qin Sining smiled at her, then dragged Qin Yinglong into the house. Qin Yinglong wanted to speak, but she slapped him back.
The woman, on the other hand, stood there all the time, her face neither sad nor happy. She could not tell whether she was angry or having any other emotions in her heart.
When she saw Qin Sining leaving with Qin Yinglong, she didn't stop her. Instead, she cast her eyes on Zhao Xiaole.
But he found that Zhao Xiaole at this time had already turned into a demented look, staring straight at his, well...
The woman lowered her head and glanced down. A blush quietly appeared on her smooth and delicate face, which looked particularly attractive under the colorful fireworks.
But in the corner of her mouth, there was a hint of unknown secret joy. She didn't seem to hate Zhao Xiaole's piggy appearance, but she felt even happier in her heart.
But she still coughed slightly and said: "Ahem...have you seen enough? Why don't you invite me in and sit down?"
Only then did Zhao Xiaole react. After scanning the steep mountain with his eyes, he smiled and cupped his hands to her and said, "Thank you, girl, for keeping your promise. How about it? Does this dress look good?"
The woman immediately glanced at him and said in a cold tone: "Is this why you asked me to wear these clothes?"
Zhao Xiaole's old face suddenly turned red.
Of course he knew what the prince was referring to, and he suddenly started to sweat on his forehead. Although his relationship with the prince was close, he was not close enough to mess around.
The true identity of the prince is related to the stability of her position. Once exposed, it will be an earth-shaking disaster.
Not only will the prince and his followers be overthrown in an instant, but their lives will also be fatally threatened!
So although there is a little bit of his own little thoughts in it, Zhao Xiaole has to make it clear.
"Girl, it's cold. How about we go inside first and talk while walking?"
Zhao Xiaole looked around and found that many people were looking at his mansion. He immediately smiled and said to the prince.
The prince tilted his head slightly, knowing what was going on, so he nodded.
Seeing Zhao Xiaole and the woman talking and laughing as they walked into the house, the faces of passers-by who stopped to watch in the distance suddenly showed jealous looks.
"Is this the sixth one?"
"What? Counting the two beautiful maids beside him, this is already the eighth one!"
"Eight!"
Suddenly someone cried and said: "I have never held a woman's hand! He actually has eight women!"
As soon as this sentence came out, it aroused everyone's jealousy. Some people immediately said dissatisfied: "Humph! He is just a eunuch. I really don't know what he does with so many women around him. He can't use them!"
Upon hearing this, the people around him immediately looked at him with frightened eyes, and then stayed away.
I'm afraid I'll be involved in this.
Although Zhao Xiaole's reputation has improved now, anyone who dares to scold an official is still a marquis. Isn't this looking for death?
Among them, a few of them disappeared silently into the crowd with dazzling eyes.
Zhenguohou Mansion.
In the endless corridor, two tall figures walked side by side, looking particularly well matched.
Zhao Xiaole did not rush to explain, but smiled and asked in a low voice: "How do you feel about this outfit compared to the previous one?"
Of course the prince knew that he was not just asking about these two clothes, but about his inner feelings.
It's just two pairs of clothes. What special feeling can there be?
She didn't know how to answer for a while.
Zhao Xiaole said with a smile: "Girl, don't rush to answer. It's not too late to wait until after the New Year's Eve dinner. I just don't know what I should call girl when we sit down later."
The prince thought for a while, with a look of reminiscence on his face.