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Chapter 153 Gentle and crazy criticizing foreign protons (36)

The young man kissed her aggressively and passionately, but he was very trustworthy and did not linger for too long.

Xiao Jingzhan opened his eyes and looked at the fairy-like beautiful woman in his arms, his eyes getting hotter and hotter.

He slowly left Zhu Yu's red lips and looked at her with rosy cheeks, his eyes full of love and intoxication.

Suddenly, the young man slowly raised his lips and tidied the broken hair around Zhu Yu's ears, "Okay, Xiao Jing is waiting for the master at home. You should come back early."

Seeing him like this, Zhu Yu sighed helplessly. The villain became more and more attached to her. Sometimes, she felt that she could hardly resist him.

888 onlookers told the truth: [It’s just normal development, every vicious villain will eventually be led by Yu Bao to become a little Jiaojiao~]

Zhu Yu forced his legs to tremble and stood firm, nodded slightly, his face was rosy and breathtakingly beautiful.

Jamel Xiao was fascinated by what he saw, and couldn't help lowering his head again, ready to kiss those tempting red lips.

Zhu Yu raised his hand and pushed Xiao Jingzhan's face away, saying coquettishly: "Stop making trouble, His Highness has something serious to discuss with Master."

After saying that, she walked out the door.

Jamel Xiao reluctantly curled his lips and said "oh" in disappointment.



Outside the mountain, Jiao Pavilion.

When Zhu Yu arrived at the agreed place, Zhao Jinghe had been waiting for a long time. He was wearing a gray and white round-necked robe with wide embroidery and cloud patterns. He had a noble and gentle temperament and a gentle and kind smile on his face. He did not look like a decisive and decisive emperor at all.

"Aran."

He watched Zhu Yu appear, smiling like the peach blossoms blooming in the spring of March.

Zhu Yu bowed slightly and said, "Your Highness, you have been waiting for a long time."

Zhao Jinghe immediately noticed the girl's slightly swollen red lips. Suddenly, he looked at Jamel Xiao's confidant who was following behind her, and forced a smile on his lips.

"The king has just arrived."

With that said, he asked Zhu Yu to sit down.

Zhao Jinghe made tea himself.

Zhu Yu took the tea cup and thanked him, then took a sip, it was clear and slightly sweet.

"Aran, how are you these days?" Zhao Jinghe asked.

"Thank you for your concern, Your Highness. Everything is fine." Zhu Yu replied politely.

The young man looked slightly disappointed, and A Ran seemed to always have this business-like attitude towards him.

But think about it, this kind of distance is normal.

His Aran has always regarded him as a friend without any wrongdoing.

He doesn't blame her.

"Are you getting used to living at Young Master Xiao's house?" Zhao Jinghe continued to ask, "If you feel uncomfortable, you can move back to the Prince's Mansion at any time..."

The following Qiyiyi didn’t sound right. The prince of a dignified country actually came up and tried to pry into the corner!?

"The lady and the lord have a very good relationship, and they live very comfortably in the house."

Shi Qi said, glanced at Zhao Jinghe, and saw that the other person's eyes darkened, and felt slightly in his heart.

Prince Anchao, you are still too young!

Although he knew nothing about the love affairs between men and women, he could see some small things clearly.

Fortunately, the master sent him here today, otherwise my wife would have been secretly crying when she was kidnapped!

"Haha, that's it." Zhao Jinghe smiled a little reluctantly.

Zhu Yu turned around and gave him a look, and Shi Qi immediately shut up obediently and stood back with his back straight, like a pillar.

Zhao Jinghe did not dwell too much on this matter and continued to chat with Zhu Yu.

The two chatted for a while, and then Zhu Yu brought up the topic.

"Your Highness, do you have anything important to discuss when you come here this time?"

Zhao Jinghe had a smile on his face, as if he expected to be praised for writing articles in the past. He took out a volume of writing and placed it in front of Zhu Yu.

"Old Zhang is willing to leave the mountain because of A Ran's theory of peace."

"Anxiang theory?"

Zhu Yu was a little surprised when he saw the content above.

The handwriting is somewhat familiar, and this theory of Anxiang is not the original version written by her.

Zhao Jinghe continued: "Yes, Mr. Zhang thinks that the idea of ​​​​this policy paper is very unique. It has an in-depth analysis of people and things. Especially for unknown things, you can always discover its essence and get valuable use."

... He hopes to have the opportunity to meet this insightful and capable man."

Zhu Yu heard the words and remained silent.

It's not her who's great, it's the person who corrected her shortcomings.

"Who wrote this scroll?"

Zhao Jinghe was a little shocked, "Is there anything wrong with calling together folk calligraphy masters to write the best ones?"

Zhu Yu shook his head, it wasn't wrong, it was too right.

The An Xiang Lun she first wrote mainly talked about the need to win the support of the people to govern the country and bring peace to the world.

The whole thing is not deep enough and can only be said to be superficial, unable to cause much shocking effect.

Modifiable version: To deepen the governance of the country, we not only need talented people, but also need to know how to understand human nature, move their hearts, and use their own tools.

Attack the unprepared, defend against external enemies, and guard the heart.

In this world, nothing is more important than humanity.

Human nature is the most complex, hardest to guess, and hardest to grasp.

Presumably Mr. Zhang was also interested in the political ability revealed in this and was willing to help the prince.

"Your Highness, we can find the person who wrote it and recommend him to Mr. Zhang. That person will be a good general." Zhu Yu slightly curved his lips and showed a bright smile.

Her smile made Zhao Jinghe's heart seem to skip a beat. He quickly looked away and pretended to drink tea to hide his panic.

"Um."

*

the other side.

The handsome young man took the news from the palace and narrowed his peach blossom eyes, exuding a frightening cold light.

He placed the letter on the desk and tapped the desk with his fingers.

This knock is like a threat, making people feel fearful.

Emperor Zhao An was dying and dying, but he still made a will to harm future generations.

"General Su Shang has spent his entire life in the army, and his youngest daughter Su Xingran is beautiful, talented, and has a motherly demeanor. She is actually the beloved person beside the prince..."

Ah.

The young man above him suddenly let out a contemptuous sneer.

next moment.

The expensive inkstone on the desk was blown to the ground by the thick sleeves of the robe, and it broke into pieces with a loud sound.

The room immediately fell into an eerie silence. The person responsible for delivering the news did not dare to speak out and could only wait for orders with bated breath.

After a long time, the young man slowly stood up, walked to the window, and looked into the distance.

"Since you're tired of living, let's send him away."

"Yes!" the subordinate bowed and replied.

He exited the door and just breathed a sigh of relief when the sound of things being smashed came from inside the room.

This reaction can't help but remind people of the time in Lin Country.

The little prince, no, he is the regent. He is always happy and angry, except when it comes to that person.

The man shook his head as usual, looked at the guard outside the door, and signaled that he would be happy for himself.

Then he turned around and left quickly, fearing that he would be in trouble if he stayed.

"boom--"

The young man suddenly burst out of the door with a gloomy brow and a frosty face, "Why hasn't Shi Qi come back yet?"

The guard bowed his head and reported, "Sir Seventeen has just left for an hour. Maybe Madam went to a place far away and it will take a lot of time to get back and forth."

A hint of irritation flashed in the young man's eyes, and he glanced at him coldly, "Talk too much!"

"Yes." The guard was so frightened that his legs and feet became weak and he immediately lowered his head.

The young man snorted coldly, asked someone to restore the room to its original state, and then turned around to take a look outside the house.


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