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I am preparing to start a new chronicle book at the end of this month, and I will review the new text on Monday. I have been busy working on the outline of the new book today. I have written too much and it hurts my eyes. The content of this chapter will be revised tomorrow morning.

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Jiaojiao was a little surprised to see Brother Yan disguised in his disguise. She stared at it and smiled and said, "Brother Yan, Zong'er sneaked out of the palace today to come see me. Let's go shopping together."

Hongzong was a little surprised when he heard this. He got closer and took a closer look. Just now he felt that this person had the temperament of a national master. Unexpectedly, he turned out to be a national master disguised like this.

He quickly saluted obediently, nodded and said hello: "Hello, Imperial Master."

Rong Yan glanced at him, said "hmm" lightly, and then sat down next to Jiaojiao.

Jiaojiao pulled Brother Yan's sleeves and put her clenched fists in front of him.

Suddenly, he opened his palms with a bright smile, and there was a handful of peeled nuts in his palms.

Jiaojiao's eyebrows were picturesque and she said with a smile: "I'm bored on the road, so I can't finish it."

Seeing this, Zonger secretly smiled.

If you can't finish it, it's clear that Aunt Jiaojiao specially peeled it for the Imperial Master.

Rong Yan raised his lips and took it, "Well, then I'm in luck."

Seeing that the little girl's fingertips were red, Rong Yan took his big hand and rubbed it gently, and said helplessly: "The shell is so hard, and there are special tools. I will let the maid peel it off next time I want to eat it."

"I'm very strong. How can such a little thing trouble me? It's not in the way. My hands don't hurt or itch. They feel like chess pieces."

Jiaojiao said this, but she was not willing to let go, and her hand was still held by Brother Yan.

Afraid that Zong'er would look inappropriate, she secretly used her sleeves to block their hands. After doing this, her face felt a little hot, and she felt that it was a bit cover-up.

Rong Yan saw the person's expression clearly, his eyes were full of doting, then his eyes fell on the prince, and he asked casually in a clear voice: "Prince, have you finished your homework?"

Zong'er choked and replied sheepishly: "Not yet. Recently, riding and archery have been added to the course. There are still some articles to be written, but I can finish them when I go back later."

Since his sixth birthday, the number of courses has almost doubled, and now, with the addition of riding and archery, the schedule is even more full all day long. When he came out of the palace, he finally forgot about it for a while, but he didn't want the imperial master to let him know more with just one word.

It took some pressure off.

Rong Yan saw that his stretched palms were slightly retracted, and he slowly added: "Prince Gong is getting older. The Emperor is not feeling well and works too hard. In the future, the Jin Dynasty will still rely on His Highness the Crown Prince."

After hearing these words, Zong'er's expression became more serious, he nodded and said, "Thank you so much for the guidance of the Imperial Master. Zong'er will study hard and manage the Jin Dynasty well in the future so that the people will be healthy and the people will follow their aspirations."<

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Hearing the last sentence, Rong Yan raised his eyebrows and glanced at him, then nodded with satisfaction.

If Taifu Fu were in front of him, he would definitely praise him: "The boy is teachable."

It's just that I am smart, but I still have little contact with some human relationships.

"In the future, when I have time to go out more, I will see more people and things, and I will also be able to practice some knowledge and principles." Rong Yan added.

Zong'er's eyes lit up when he heard that he was naturally willing to come out, but then his eyes became dim again.

Since someone assassinated him three years ago, his mother has not allowed him to leave the palace at will, for fear of being targeted again, so in order to prevent his mother from worrying, he has not gone out in the palace these years.

It’s all because of Aunt Jiaojiao that I can come out today, but how can I come out more often in the future?

Rong Yan saw the dejected look on his face, knocked on the table with his fingers, and said seriously: "Hongzong, remember one thing, you will never grow up if you are protected under your wings. Only after experiencing countless storms can your heart not grow up."

Shaken by confusion over trivial matters, I was hunted down when I was thirteen years old, and people still want my life today, so I am still fine."

The secret guards of the palace are one against a hundred. They only serve the emperor throughout their lives and will do their best to protect the prince.

At present, unless the enemy country sends spies to assassinate him, no one in the Jin Dynasty would dare to take action against the emperor in the prosperous and peaceful times.

As for the Jianghu sects, Qimen had already announced three years ago that Prince Hongzong, the future emperor of the Jin Dynasty, was not allowed to make any move.

So what he said was not irresponsible.

Zong'er's blood boiled when he heard this. He clenched his fists, with a look of joy on his face. He nodded and replied seriously: "Zong'er understands. Talk to your mother when you get back. The Imperial Master is Zong'er's role model. I will be as powerful as you in the future."

Rong Yan was used to hearing such flattery, so he shook his head and curled his lips.

Jiaojiao was shocked as she listened to the conversation between the two. She didn't know about Zong'er's assassination, nor did she know that Brother Yan had so many enemies.

Although Brother Yan says he is relaxed, thirteen years old is still young after all. He has had to worry about Dajin for so many years and prevent enemies from harming him. His journey has been too hard.

Thinking of the first time I met Brother Yan, he was obviously young and vigorous, but he still had a body that was strong on the outside but internally drained on the inside.

Jiaojiao's eyes were red with distress, her white and tender little hands covered his big hands, and she whispered: "Brother Yan, Jiaojiao will protect you in the future."

Jiaojiao still held his hand tightly, trying to comfort him while wanting to give him more strength.

Rong Yan was amused by this silly girl, raised his hand and pinched her cheek, and said softly: "It's okay, who is an official in the capital without enemies? This is all in the past. Now I have retired and no one is looking for me anymore.

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Jiaojiao still felt distressed and wanted to hold his face and kiss him, but she still held back.

Rong Yan saw the girl like this, hugged her and patted her, regretting what she said.

Zong'er couldn't say anything, so he looked left and right, still feeling very strange.

He has never seen Aunt Jiaojiao cry, and he has never thought that the Imperial Master can coax people. Is it such a big change for men and women to fall in love?

So magical.

"Miss, we're here."

The boy driving the car said respectfully.

Only then did Jiaojiao think of Zonger, and she quickly let go of brother Yan's arm in shame, touched Zonger's head, and said with a smile: "Auntie took Zonger to eat snacks first, and then went shopping after eating. It's just in time to digest.

What do you think of Zong'er?"

Zonger nodded with a smile and responded: "Okay, Zonger listens to my aunt."

Jiaojiao was also greedy for the food here. She opened the curtain and took a look. There was an endless flow of people on the street. She could smell the fragrance outside while sitting in the carriage.

"I haven't eaten the food on this street for a long time. I'm looking at Aiwowo, so let's start with Aiwowo!"

Zonger's sharp eyes saw the greased paper held by the passerby and said: "There are also ginger buns."

The two snackers happily got off the carriage.

Jiaojiao was afraid that Zonger would get lost, so she led him away.

Rong Yan glanced at Jiaojiao, who was holding Zonger's sleeve, and followed them to guard.

"Boss, we want six Aiwowo..."

Aiwowo is a famous snack in Beijing. It is made of glutinous rice and flour, and mixed with walnut kernels, sesame seeds, melon seeds, and yam paste. It is a sweet and white snack that looks very delicious.
Chapter completed!