Yanbei city had already been waiting on the carriage. When the flower on the stranger left the house, he directly got on the carriage. The carriage started slowly and went to the palace.

Qin Ya and Aunt Zhang were following each other outside the carriage.

The more she thought about it, the more she realized that nothing could come out of nothing. She couldn't help but pull the sleeve of raqinya, pretending to be curious. "I heard that our princess didn't look like this."

Qin Yamei twisted her head and looked unhappy. "What do you mean? Can't the one sitting here still be a fake princess?"

"Don't be angry, girl. I didn't say that." Aunt Zhang quickly made up her smile. "I just heard the girls at the bottom chew their tongues and said that the princess had destroyed her face. Today, I saw that there was no scar at all. It was not like it at all.

Qin Ya's eyes immediately ran a little suspicious, a little thought, deliberately calm face way: "you so chew your tongue, careful I tell the princess, cure you a disrespectful crime."

Aunt Zhang didn't expect that Qin ya, a little girl with a tender face, was so hard to deal with. Her face collapsed and her calm face stopped speaking.

And the flowers on the street inside the carriage, but they don't know what's going on outside.

Seeing Yan Beicheng, who was dressed neatly and ruddy, the stranger could not help but hook his lips and sarcastically said, "the LORD looks good."

Yan Beicheng was not annoyed. He grinned and said, "if you are with the princess, you will get better with the light."

On the street flower eye light cool stare at him, ruddy plump lip is gently pursed, did not speak.

What did Yan Beicheng do last night? She didn't know, but she also understood that she didn't mix up with Nanhe.

It's one thing to know, but it's another not to mention it.

Yan Beicheng didn't understand what the stranger was thinking. Seeing that she didn't speak, he thought she was nervous in his heart. He said, "but they are all paper tigers. What can I fear?"

The flower eyebrow on the stranger frowns slightly, one face is puzzled, "is there a word of fear on my face?"

Yan Beicheng suddenly laughed, "I forgot. How can you be afraid?"

"You haven't been back to the palace for decades. Don't be so scared." In the heart of Mo Shang Hua, there is a little resentment and resentment towards Yanbei city. He can't help but excite the way.

Yan Beicheng originally black and white eyes slightly heavy a bit, the corner of his lips contained a bit of ironic smile, "I have never been afraid."

While speaking, he could not help reaching out and holding the soft slender hand of the stranger flower in the palm, the palm slowly closed, the eye light fixed looking at her, "no matter what happened, I will certainly protect you."

And the pain that those people had added to him and his mother's concubine, he would surely have to pay back a hundred times and a thousand times.

The stranger didn't expect her unintentional words, but touched the most important place in Yan Beicheng's heart. She couldn't help holding his hand gently and pursing her red lips.

After a long time, she just gently "um".

She has never entrusted her heart to a man like this, but she still has some self-confidence in her heart.

Yan Beicheng's heart is more clear, also just clenched her hand, did not say anything.

Sooner or later, he will tell the stranger that he is worthy of her wholehearted trust.

……

The return to the palace is not only the first time that Yan Beicheng came back in his own capacity since he left the imperial city more than ten years ago, but also the first time that he met after his marriage with moshanghua. It should be more grand.

When they visited the emperor, the flowers on the street obeyed the rules all the way, and they never raised their heads.