Zhao Zijing, who was following Princess Danyang's shoulder, couldn't help but whisper to his colleagues secretly as he walked:
"Hey, I think I should go to the City God's Temple to pay my respects and burn incense in the near future. Brother, do you want to come with us?"
As he spoke, he raised his hand to wipe his forehead, which was sweating from running back and forth.
Although the sun was already heading west at this time, the hottest time was right then.
And after he had been busy all morning, he was so happy that after reporting on the task, he went to have a bowl of herbal tea and take a rest. Who would have thought that another unlucky job would happen to him again!
And this time, I don’t know when I will be free.
When Zhao Zijing was trapped in a deep sense of powerlessness, they could already see the Jinshui Bridge not far ahead.
Leaving the palace from the Imperial Study Room and returning to the Princess Mansion, the fastest way is to take the Chengde Gate, which is the main entrance of the palace where the inner court usually travels.
It was a troubled time at the moment, and with the emperor's decree and the imperial guards behind him as evidence, not to mention being stopped and interrogated on the way, not many people even looked at Danyang and his entourage.
Sitting on the shoulder carriage swaggering all the way, Danyang arrived at the Qianbu Corridor without any obstruction. Because he was sitting high up, he could see far, and happened to pass by a step. He glanced at Han Qinglan who had just slipped out of the side door of Zongzheng Temple.
Because of the cover of the trees, no one would have noticed the man who nimbly dodged and disappeared in the corner unless the royal chariot came in person.
However, life is always full of possibilities. For example, at this moment, Danyang can be passed through here on a shoulder cart.
She lowered her eyes for a moment, suddenly relaxed, leaned back, and said wantonly and arrogantly:
"Stop! It's too hot! Let's go and have a rest under the tree over there. Zizhu will go find someone and lend him a paper umbrella. If it continues to bake like this, it won't have to peel off before leaving the palace."
Needless to say, Princess Danyang, who had been attracting the attention of all parties openly and secretly, succeeded in making all eyes turn from dark to bright at this moment, or to be precise, they were finally able to focus on her naturally.
"This is simply, simply, lawless! Presumptuous, too presumptuous!"
"Tsk, you are indeed the princess of Danyang who is so pampered that even a serious princess would stay away. Does she think this is a princess's mansion?!"
"Say less. If this little devil hears it, I don't know what kind of trouble it will cause! But I heard that when she was still young, she once competed with the serious third princess. After the quarrel failed, He just pushed the person into the water. But even though he almost died, he was only given a light punishment by the eldest princess and the matter was settled. Your Majesty even didn't even ask!"
At this moment, the crowd was like a boiling pot, and the Qianbu corridor was filled with excitement.
There were countless people whispering and whispering to each other, and the buzzing sound was like a hornet's nest in Danyang.
Danyang didn't even need to listen, he knew it very well in his heart. What is being spread by word of mouth at this moment must be her past "misdeeds" that may be true or false, or criticism and disdain for her bold words and deeds.
But it didn't matter. She didn't have the time or intention to clarify everything.
Under such intense attention, Zizhu couldn't help but refute the face of her princess, so she secretly bit her lips and rushed to the nearest government office.
Although he was traveling in a hurry, he still maintained a dignified posture, trying not to make his princess look even more ugly.
Because the surrounding hostility is too obvious, and it keeps coming from all directions like a tide.
Zhao Zijing, a tough guy who was accustomed to licking blood from his knife, couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat when faced with such pressure. And when his hand subconsciously held the hilt of the sword, his back was already wet with sweat.
But looking behind him, Princess Danyang turned a deaf ear to the commotion around her.
And not only did she turn a blind eye, she was also bored. Sometimes she would set up a pergola with her hands and look up at the sky in a daze, or occasionally weave flower baskets with wicker sticks and entertain herself while waiting.
Zhao Zijing saw this scene in his eyes and was so affected that he relaxed after a moment.
At the same time, he quickly noticed the changes in himself and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
At the same time, Danyang's voice came slowly from above his head.
"Well, General Zhao, please come here. I have something to say."
Zhao Zijing shuddered. Could it be that his uncontrollable smile just now offended the little ancestor of Princess Danyang? !
In view of the fact that all around him, whether he wanted to listen or not, he kept digging into his ears, all kinds of "rumored deeds" of Princess Danyang that had made people "astonishing".
As soon as he took a breath, the hair on Zhao Zijing's back stood up, and cold sweat rolled down like a fountain!
But having no reaction was seeking death. He could only stiffen his neck and strode forward without losing his grace and spirit, standing firmly on the side of Princess Danyang's shoulders.
"I don't know, Princess, what can I call you for?"
Danyang glanced at him in confusion, and in the blink of an eye his face turned livid. At this moment, he felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy, looking like a young man who was ready to die generously at any moment.
She tilted her head slightly and kindly asked without saying anything else:
"General Zhao is not feeling well?"
Because he heard that Zhao Zijing was a school captain, Danyang was honored as a general. Regardless of the other party's specific official position, it is not disrespectful to call him this, nor is it a taboo.
However, Zhao Zijing was stunned by this address for a long time before he regained his composure and hurriedly responded:
"...Oh, no, ahem, I'm not feeling unwell. Princess, what happened earlier?"
Perhaps it was because he was respected unexpectedly, or because he was not being made difficult by Princess Danyang, who was described as a demon by others. Anyway, at this moment, Zhao Zijing was secretly relieved and felt more relaxed than ever before.
Such a feeling of relief was even comparable to what he had imagined when he would return home victorious after the war.
When Danyang saw that the person in front of him had finished speaking, his expression quickly returned to normal, and he stopped asking any more questions.
Then she continued to talk about the questions she had prepared that she had not spoken before.
"I wonder, General Zhao, can you accompany me and go to Dongshi for a while before returning home?"
"Uh, huh?"
The moment Zhao Zijing heard this, his heart that had just been relieved suddenly felt higher than before. She was blushing and her heart was beating, and she didn't know where to put her eyes.
Why? !
It is said that Princess Danyang ignores etiquette. Could it be that she fell in love with him at first sight and wanted to invite him to relax?
But although etiquette is not as strict as in previous dynasties, it is neither the Shangyuan Festival nor the Shangsi Festival. Isn't it too bold and unruly to accompany young men and women who are not blood relatives, but are unmarried and not yet engaged?
But is he going to refuse it face to face?
Not to mention, it would not be good to break the girl's heart like this. Just say, can he afford to offend someone like Princess Shangdanyang with just one sentence? !
Just when Zhao Zijing's mouth was dry and he didn't know how to speak, and his face was about to turn red, Danyang sighed again and said leisurely:
"Hey, my mother has always had a bad appetite recently. Yesterday she said she wanted to eat Wu Ji's pickles for a change. As a daughter, I should do this. General Zhao, are you right?"
