After the rest, Zhang Zhe submitted his application for a remote transfer.
Surprisingly, the emperor quickly agreed, and even Master Xie and the others did not stop him.
Zhang Zhe lowered his eyes to hide the deep thoughts in his eyes, quickly thanked Wan'en, and walked inside the high palace wall.
When he approached the palace entrance, he turned around and glanced at this tall and majestic place.
Not bad, not bad. After reciting a few words silently, Zhang Zhe stepped out of this place with ease.
At the palace gate, a woman in pink clothes held an umbrella, standing on her tiptoes from time to time, looking curiously into the palace gate.
When his eyes touched the man wearing red court uniform and walking upright, he stepped forward to meet him.
"Brother Zhe, you are finally out."
Su Baoer held Zhang Zhe's hand and smiled softly and sweetly.
"You've been waiting for a long time," Zhang Zhe held an umbrella with one hand and wrapped Su Baoer's hand in it with the other hand to keep it warm.
"It didn't take long, just thinking about you in my heart makes me feel like my days are like years."
"Poor talker," Zhang Zhe glanced at the sun in the sky and said with a smile, "Let's go home."
The two walked towards the carriage. Su Baoer seemed to be aware of it and looked back to the side. The curtain of the carriage not far away was being opened.
The man had a handsome face and deep eyes, very similar to the man he met in the restaurant that day.
His eyes kept looking at Su Baoer, making her couldn't help but touch her face. What's wrong? Maybe there's something dirty on her face.
"Brother, is there something dirty on my face?" Su Baoer raised his face and came to Zhang Zhe.
"No, your face is very clean."
"Then why did that person keep staring at her?" Su Baoer frowned.
"who?"
"That's that person over there, hey~, why is he missing?" Su Baoer pointed in the direction behind him, but saw nothing.
"It's okay. After all, there won't be any intersections in the future."
Zhang Zhe helped Su Baoer onto the carriage.
After returning home, Zhang's mother had already packed her things, and they only had to wait until tomorrow to leave the capital.
"Thank you for your hard work, mother." She was at an age that should have been blessed, but she had to accompany him everywhere.
Mrs. Zhang said warmly: "Zheer, don't blame yourself. We all know that you have your own considerations, and the decisions you make must be for our good."
She never asked why and always supported Zhang Zhe's decision. No matter what he did, she always stood behind him.
Zhang Zhe felt sour in his heart. How could he have such a good mother?
Su Baoer came out with two plates of pastries, looked at Zhang Zhe's expression and joked with a smile: "Brother Zhe is still crying."
"Abao~," Zhang Zhe covered his face and shouted dissatisfied.
"Okay, stop teasing brother," Su Baoer picked up a piece of pastry and said, "Come on, brother, open your mouth, this is a pastry made by A Bao."
Zhang Zhe wiped his cheek roughly and ate the food in Su Baoer's hand.
"What is this made of?" After taking a sip, Zhang Zhe raised his head stiffly.
"It's just rice noodles and brown sugar. Isn't it delicious?"
Mrs. Zhang took a brief taste and said, "It's good, but it's a little too sweet. Abao can use less sweetness next time."
Zhang Zhe nodded: "Yes, put less sugar next time."
Then both of them stayed away from Su Baoer's pastries. In fact, she just wanted to see if she had any talent for cooking, but it seemed that she might not have it now.
The next day, several people rode in carriages and immediately went south with their guards.
From a place where the spring weather is still slightly cold, to a place where the weather is like spring all year round.
In a lotus lake, a small boat floated slowly among the lotus flowers. Lying on the boat was a woman in pink clothes. Her body and face were covered with several lotus leaves.
Someone seemed to come to the shore and waved to the rower.
The boat slowly moved closer to the shore. The man in blue opened the lotus leaves with a smile on his face, revealing the two treasures hidden inside.
"Hmm~," Su Baoer muttered dissatisfiedly, and the little boy in her arms hummed like her.
The two mother and son are so similar.
Zhang Zhe hugged the two of them directly. Su Baoer felt his body fly into the air and was so frightened that he immediately hugged the neck of the person next to him.
"You scared me to death," she lightly punched Zhang Zhe's chest.
"What's wrong with you two? You agreed to stay at home and wait for me."
"This is not...," Su Baoer was trying to find a reason.
The little boy in his arms directly picked up the lotus seeds and shouted sweetly: "Dad, mother and I want to pick lotus seeds for you to take home, so don't be angry."
"You are indeed my good baby," she hugged the little baby and kissed her fiercely.
This boy is surprisingly similar to Su Baoer. Both of them like to act coquettishly and behave well. This makes Zhang Zhe both happy and headache. He often wonders why this character is not that of a daughter?
Zhang Zhe took the mother and son to the study. The floor of the study was covered with thick blankets, just in case the little guy lost his footing and fell.
The room is still smelling of the fragrance of gardenia that Su Baoer likes. On the desk are lotus flowers just picked from the Lotus Lake. The whole room exudes a warm atmosphere of life.
The father and son were playing small games on the ground. Su Baoer was sorting out the books on the table. He glanced at them and saw a letter and a painting randomly placed on the table.
There were a few words about the palace change and Queen Jiang's life and death written on it. Su Baoer glanced at it and casually put the things into the bookcase.
But his hand stopped when it touched the painting. There were two big characters on the painting: "Looking for Person."
"What's wrong?" Zhang Zhe hugged Su Baoer's waist.
"The person in this painting looks quite similar to me."
Zhang Zhe said: "Although you and she have similar expressions, their looks are different."
Su Baoer nodded and was about to put the painting away when Zhang Zhe's hand held her wrist.
"This painting was sent down to look for someone from above, not by me."
Su Baoer smiled: "I know."
Zhang Zhe's painting style was different from that of the artist, she could tell at a glance.
Su Baoer continued to clean up the desk. Zhang Zhe breathed a sigh of relief, picked up a children's book on the desk, and ran after the child.
