Zheng Zuoyang raised his eyebrows: "Then based on Dad's understanding of Long Live Lord, who does Long Live Lord prefer?"
"I can't say for sure. Lord Long Live obviously prefers Prince Huai, but Prince Hui's qualifications are even better than Prince Huai's. Ever since he took over the patrol camp, he has done things neatly and neatly," Fang Zeduan shook his head and took a sip. After taking a sip of tea, he sighed again, "It seems that Lord Long Live never remembers that there is Prince Ning, the eldest son of the emperor."
Zheng Zuoyang held his lips coldly: "If he still remembers the general, he will not indulge Concubine Wan Gui and Prince Baojun like this this time."
"Long live the Lord..." Fang Ze Duanfu didn't know what to say when he opened his mouth. He just shook his head and sighed, "Alas!"
"Grandpa! Daddy!" The door curtain of the study room was opened from the outside, and a furry little head got in, shouting crisply, "Mom is calling you to go to the backyard for dinner! What are you dawdling about?!"
"Okay, okay, grandpa and I will go there." Zheng Zuoyang responded with a busy smile. He helped Fang Ze pick it up, then walked over and picked up little Shixiu. The three of them walked towards the backyard with smiles.
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The fifth day of May in the 27th year of Jiasheng
Cullen.
General Cullen's Mansion.
Xie Lun wanted to eat zongzi very much. He wanted to eat zongzi like crazy.
"I want to eat rice dumplings," Xie Lun gnashed his teeth with Zhao Jingting and kept wiping his teeth, "I've been here in Kulun for eight years! Not to mention rice dumplings, I haven't even eaten glutinous rice a few times! No way today. My dear, I must eat the rice dumplings!”
"Okay, okay, I'll go look for it in the town right now," Zhao Jingting hurriedly surrendered with both hands, "Even if I turn the town upside down, I will definitely find the rice dumplings for you, Mr. Xie, okay?"
"I'll go too," Xie Lun immediately stood up from the armchair, full of energy, and strode outside, humming as he walked, "You are so thick-skinned, who knows? Are you going to eat something good behind my back? No, I have to follow you and keep an eye on you."
Zhao Jingting smiled and said nothing, followed Xie Lun and went out together.
In his heart, this awkward guy wanted to be alone with him.
Of course he also wanted to be alone with the awkward ghost.
The two led the horses out of the camp. Xie Lun was a white horse, all white, without a trace of hair. It was very beautiful. Zhao Jingting's was a black and shiny black horse. Zhao Jingting asked casually: "Alan, I remember You always ride white horses? Why do you prefer white horses?”
Xie Lun smiled and said nothing. After a pause, he got on his horse and looked at Zhao Jingting triumphantly: "How about it? Do you want to race a horse?"
"Okay," Zhao Jingting also got on the horse and said to Xie Lun with a smile, "What if you win? So what if you lose? You should place a bet first, right?"
"The loser has to bring tea and water to the winner, squeeze his waist and beat his legs, plus carry water for washing feet for ten days." Xie Lun raised his chin to Zhao Jingting, looking determined to win, "Is this okay? "
"No," Zhao Jingting reined in the horse with a look of displeasure on his face, "Instead of struggling to win this bet, it would be more convenient to find a boy."
Xie Lun immediately sneered and said: "Looking for a little guy? Do you want me to help you find something with tender skin and tender meat?"
Zhao Jingting immediately smiled with a smile on his face: "If you don't care, I will need someone to take care of you. I am so thick-skinned and thick-skinned. I should take good care of Master Xie for the rest of my life."
Xie Lun felt at ease now, and then asked: "Then what do you think is the appropriate bet?"