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Chapter 304

The carriage walked slowly along the official road.

Not fast.

There were carriages all along the way, like a long queue.

The carriage of Prince Ling's Mansion was in the middle of the long queue.

Such a turtle speed.

During this period, Jiang Xiaohua and Ling Wenjing even got off the carriage and walked for a while, then returned to the carriage to eat something before falling asleep in Ling Wenjing's arms.

When Jiang Xiaohua woke up, she was in the man's arms.

Ling Wenjing was carrying her sideways and walking into the camp.

Behind him were several maids, carrying large and small bags of things.

There were many carriages parked outside the camp.

Those who arrived first have already entered the camp and started settling in.

The guards of Prince Ling's Mansion, led by Asahikawa, have already set up the camps for the Crown Prince and Crown Princess.

It took two days to rest.

When everything becomes orderly, the men will start their spring hunt, and Ling Wenjing, the eldest son of Prince Ling's Mansion, is no exception.

The men went into the woods to hunt.

The women gathered together in small groups to chat.

Jiang Xiaohua was not familiar with those ladies and ladies from aristocratic families. Because Jiang Xiaohua was pregnant, she was always lazy and didn't want to move.

I spent most of my time in the tent.

What happens outside has nothing to do with her.

Gu San is here.

Jiang Xiaohua only wanted to hear news about her man, Ling Wenjing.

Jiang Xiaohua had no intention of listening to other people's news.

Ling Wenjing was riding on a horse, followed by a group of guards from Asahikawa.

Emperor Ling Wenyu immediately entered the forest first.

Behind him were a group of royal children, important officials of the imperial court, and children of major aristocratic families. The eldest son, Ling Wenjing, was among this group of people.

After entering the forest, Ling Wenjing's speed slowed down.

Asahikawa and others naturally followed the prince.

Ling Wenjing was thinking about the day before the spring hunting.

Ling Wenjing actually returned to Prince Ling's Mansion that night.

He was called back by Prince Ling's people.

His father told him to just protect his wife during spring hunting and not to worry about anything else.

Ling Wenjing didn't take these words seriously at the time. After all, he had also put a lot of effort into the Spring Hunting matter.

Only Ling Wenjing and Asahikawa knew how many people were arranged in the forest.

But my father said this...

Ling Wenjing looked at the cloudless sky, as if a bolt of lightning suddenly exploded in his mind.

Ling Wenjing tightened her grip on the reins.

What my father means is that my father has already made arrangements for this spring hunt.

Ling Wenjing hesitated for a while before waving to Asahikawa.

Asahikawa stepped forward.

Ling Wenjing whispered in Asahikawa's ear: "Send the order, our people will not move for the time being."

One word ‘Wait!’.

Ling Wenjing and his men only circled around the perimeter, hunted a few rabbits and then returned.

Ling Wenjing knew that his father had been unwilling to do anything over the years.

All of his father's diehard loyalists were placed around the imperial city by his father.

Father had planned this for a long time?

There are fewer and fewer voices opposing Ling Wenjing in the court, such as the royalist Zhao family.

As soon as Hua'er took action, Mr. Zhao, who originally supported the emperor, now became silent.

Ling Wenjing washed up and entered the camp.

No one was seen outside.

Jiang Xiaohua's maid Linghua smiled and pointed inside.

Ling Wenjing asked in a low voice: "Go to bed so early?"

Linghua nodded, lowered her voice and replied: "The Crown Princess goes to bed earlier recently."

Ling Wenjing stepped inside lightly and saw Hua'er already nestled on the bed.

After standing by the bed and watching for a while, Ling Wenjing thought about her father, and a fire suddenly lit up in her heart.

Go to bed.

He held his beloved wife in his arms.

All the fire that had nowhere to go burned Jiang Xiaohua's body.

Fortunately, Jiang Xiaohua had a good rest these two days and could bear it.

Ling Wenjing lay on her back on the bed, covered in sweat.

The hearty feeling made Ling Wenjing's fingers too lazy to move.

Hua'er leaned against the man softly.

The two of them lay on the bed like this for a while, neither of them wanting to move.

Jiang Xiaohua is tired.

Ling Wenjing is very happy.

Ling Wenjing's fingers fell on the top of his wife's hair, stroking it again and again, and said in a hoarse voice: "Hua'er, you have been staying in the camp for the past few days, don't go out."

Jiang Xiaohua knew that men had their own affairs.

He hummed softly.

She didn't want to go out at first. Those ladies and ladies were not familiar with her.

Jiang Xiaohua found that she had nothing in common with those people and couldn't chat with them.

Just because Jiang Xiaohua doesn't go out doesn't mean others can't come find her.

The first ones to come were those ladies from aristocratic families who were curious about the Crown Princess.

However, Jiang Xiaohua was nowhere to be seen.

Received by Linghua.

He only said that his master was ill, and he was afraid that the young ladies from aristocratic families would be exposed to the illness.

Jiang Xiaohua didn't even see them.

However, someone came later and announced his family name, saying that Zhao Waner, the third girl of the Zhao family, wanted to meet the Crown Princess.

Jiang Xiaohua heard her surname was Zhao.

I knew she was a girl from Mr. Zhao's family.

See or not see.

Forget it, let's meet again.

People come in.

Jiang Xiaohua recognized this girl at a glance, for no other reason.

The looks of Zhao Waner and the Second Young Master Zhao are 50% similar. They both look very much like Mr. Zhao.

At first glance, they are the Zhao family.

Zhao Waner smiled brightly as soon as she came in and faced Jiang Xiaohua.

Linghua moved a stool for Zhao Waner.


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