Chapter 92 I'm afraid I don't even have the qualifications to compete
Jing Siye tried again and again, but was unable to pry a clear answer out of Zhu Wenqin.
In desperation, he could only solemnly instruct everyone in the mansion to be extremely alert and pay attention to Zhu Wenqin's every move. Anything slightly unusual must be reported to him immediately.
That day, Jing Siye finished the morning court and just stepped into the mansion when he saw the familiar figure of Zhu Wenqin from afar, limping towards the main courtyard with lunch in hand.
Qi Feng, with empty hands and a panicked and anxious look on his face, followed closely behind Zhu Wenqin, reaching out his hand from time to time to support her, but was gently avoided by Zhu Wenqin.
Seeing this, Jing Siye became extremely anxious. He took several steps at a time, stepped forward and stretched out his hand to take the plate from Zhu Wenqin's hand.
Zhu Wenqin subconsciously moved her hand to the side and said softly:
"My Lord, you are back. You must be exhausted after being busy all morning. Take a rest. Qin'er can handle this little thing."
Jing Siye frowned, his eyes shot sharply at Qi Feng behind Zhu Wenqin, and asked in a deep voice:
"What's wrong with Qin'er's leg?"
Qi Feng was so frightened that he trembled all over, his face was full of panic, and he quickly bowed and said:
"Your Highness, Guard Zhu has been doing horse stance for an hour this morning."
"An hour? You're still cooking?" Jing Siye's voice suddenly rose, and the hint of displeasure in his eyes was like the haze before a storm.
Qi Feng was so frightened that he lowered his head even lower. He didn't even dare to breathe, let alone reply.
Zhu Wenqin hurriedly stepped forward to smooth things over and explained:
"Your Highness, Qin'er really volunteered. Guard Qi and other people in the mansion tried to stop her, but please don't blame them."
Jing Siye was skeptical about this statement and followed Zhu Wenqin into the hall.
Zhu Wenqin put the lunch on the table, then turned around and walked quickly to the side, picked up the wine glass, and filled it for Jing Siye.
Jing Siye's eyes were like being attracted by a magnet, always closely following Zhu Wenqin's every move. The doubts in his heart became more and more serious, and he asked in an uneasy tone:
"Qin'er, did I do something wrong to upset you? You are torturing yourself like this, are you punishing me on purpose?"
Upon hearing this, Zhu Wenqin immediately smiled obediently. She gently took Jing Siye's arm, like a docile kitten, and said in a sweet voice:
"Your Highness, I've already told you that I'm fine. I just want to do this from the bottom of my heart. Your Highness, please don't let your imagination run wild. Come, try the braised spareribs that Qin'er made especially for you today. It took a lot of effort."
As he spoke, he picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of tempting pork ribs, and handed it to Jing Siye's mouth.
Jing Siye's eyes were still fixed on his face, as if he wanted to find out all the secrets from his expression, his mouth opened mechanically.
Although I don't understand the situation, but seeing the little guy's expectant look, it's always right to make him happy.
So, after Jing Siye finished eating the ribs, he nodded and praised:
"Qin'er's cooking skills are getting better and better, and it suits my taste very well."
When Zhu Wenqin heard this, her eyebrows curved and she said with a bright smile:
"Really? Your Highness really thinks so? You didn't try to make Qin'er happy, did you?"
"Yeah." Jing Siye nodded slightly.
Zhu Wenqin was secretly delighted:
[Although my legs are almost broken from practicing horse stance, and my back and waist ache from cooking, I am very happy to receive the praise from the prince...]
Jing Siye was slightly stunned, and then he felt a little relieved: it turned out that he could still hear his inner voice.
Zhu Wenqin continued, "Your Highness, Qin'er spent an hour doing horse stance this morning, and also practiced a few moves with Qi Feng. Qin'er has decided to practice martial arts well in the future."
Jing Siye felt so distressed that he quickly held him on his lap and gently massaged his legs while saying softly:
"Didn't Qin'er always say that he didn't want to practice martial arts? Why did you suddenly change your mind? Are you afraid that I won't be able to protect you in the future?"
In order to maintain her balance, Zhu Wenqin subconsciously put her arms around Jing Siye's neck and said seriously:
"No, Qin'er believes that we should finish what we start. Besides, if we practice a few moves, we will be able to protect ourselves when we encounter danger in the future, just in case."
Jing Siye smiled dotingly: "Okay, whatever you say. But, you can't rush into martial arts, you have to take your time. If you are tired, don't run to the kitchen anymore. There are so many servants in the mansion, and I feel so sorry for you working so hard."
"Okay, Qin'er knows." Zhu Wenqin nodded obediently, with the corners of her mouth curved so hard that she couldn't suppress them.
At this moment, Xue Nian bowed respectfully at the door, breaking the warm atmosphere:
"Your Majesty, Magistrate Zhai and Lord Chu Heng invite you."
"Okay, I'll go right away."
Jing Siye quickly carried Zhu Wenqin to the bedroom, laid him on the soft bed, and repeatedly instructed him:
"I have to go out to do some work today. Qin'er, just rest well on the bed today. Don't do anything and be good."
Zhu Wenqin nodded: "Okay, Your Majesty, please come back soon. Qin'er will be waiting for you."
Jing Siye took a soft blanket and covered him carefully. Then he gently kissed Zhu Wenqin on the forehead before hurriedly turning around and leaving.
As Jing Siye's footsteps faded away, the smile on Zhu Wenqin's face also gradually disappeared. His eyes were slightly red, tears silently filled up, and finally slid quietly down his fair cheeks.
The words he heard outside the door the night before echoed uncontrollably in his mind:
...become emperor soon. ”
It turned out that the prince was obsessed with becoming emperor.
Yes, how could the prince, who is such a powerful person, be willing to be inferior to others?
——At the age of sixteen, he followed the army into the northern border. When he came of age, he led eight thousand light cavalry to defeat the fifty thousand strong barbarian army. When he was in charge of the Ministry of Justice, he was swift and resolute, and even the pedantic old ministers in the court were silent in fear of him.
Now he has been named King of Zhaonan and controls an army of 100,000. How could such a talented person not want the supreme position?
His prince would eventually become the emperor in history books with three thousand concubines in his harem.
By then, the prince will be surrounded by women, and even the cloak that is full of the prince's unique aura and has brought her endless warmth will be draped on the shoulders of someone with a more noble status in the future.
As Zhu Wenqin thought about it, she suddenly buried her face under the blanket and sobbed.
Even so, he kept cheering himself up in his heart:
Qin'er must work harder, otherwise when that day comes, she might not even be qualified to compete.
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