Chapter 333 No one believes that Zhao Houjing is the son of Princess Funing
Feng Dashan looked at Zhao Houjing and Dong Mian. Seeing that they were talking as if it were the real thing, he became a little confused again.
"Are you really a young master, or the kind who can compete with the Kang Qi Palace?"
Zhao Houjing also knew about the Kang Qi Palace. He was the emperor's most trusted brother and held the emperor's favor. He really didn't know if his mother could win against the Kang Qi Palace, so he could only touch his nose in frustration and said, "I don't know if I can win against the Kang Qi Palace, but I think they can still get me out."
If Chunshui and the others were here, they would just smile and explain to Zhao Houjing, "You have no idea of His Highness's abilities."
However, Dongmian and Huaiqing did not know Zhao Lingmeng's true identity, so they looked at each other silently, with worry in their eyes.
Feng Dashan felt that being able to rescue the man from the Kang Qi Palace was quite good, so he asked curiously, "This legendary young master, what is your last name?"
"Oh, my last name is Zhao."
When Feng Dashan heard that the man in front of him was surnamed Zhao, he sat up straighter. "The Zhao from the Marquis of Wu'an's mansion?"
Feng Dashan thought that if it was Zhao from the Wu'an Marquisate, this person might really be rescued. However, he only thought that this guy was from a branch of the Wu'an Marquisate.
Zhao Houjing thought about it and realized that their branch was not the successor of their grandfather's branch. All clans were newly established. "Not really!"
"So who are you?"
"Princess Funing's son, Zhao"
Before Zhao Houjing could finish his words, Feng Dashan interrupted him, "Hahahaha, son of Princess Funing, you should get some more sleep! Don't have this kind of dream."
Feng Dashan had initially felt a glimmer of hope, but upon hearing this, he instantly fell back down. He believed that he could rely on a branch of the Marquis of Wu'an, but the claim that he was the son of Princess Funing was an exaggeration.
Seeing that others didn't believe him, Zhao Houjing didn't argue. He just sat there, leaning against the wall, looking very relaxed.
Huai Qing, however, was more concerned and asked in a low voice, "Master, your letter was written so urgently, why hasn't anyone from the mansion come to rescue you yet?"
Huai Qing was not worried about anything else, but he was worried that the prefect of Jingzhao would torture his eldest master. In that case, even if His Highness took charge of the matter afterward, the young master would still suffer!
Zhao Houjing looked at Huai Qing's anxious expression. He knew what Huai Qing was worried about, so he comforted him softly, "Why are you so anxious? Yuanjing is in such a mess. Mother must have taken my brothers to the farm again. It will take time for them to come back. Besides, Lord Li is a smart man. He won't torture me, your young master, until he finds out the truth. I wouldn't dare to gamble even if the probability is one in ten thousand."
Huai Qing felt more at ease when he heard the young master say this, but he still murmured, "Young master, you are usually too low-key. You are either in the academy or in the mansion. Otherwise, there would be no one in Yuanjing who knows you."
"Hehe, you might as well say that I gave all my money to my good father, which resulted in me having no money to go out." Zhao Houjing was now complaining about himself without mercy.
"Master, please forgive me. That's not what I meant," Huai Qing said, eager to explain, kneeling on the ground out of habit. Then everyone in the prison looked over curiously.
Zhao Houjing could only ask Huai Qing to get up quickly. "I don't mean to blame you. Why are you so anxious?"
Those people were just watching the fun, only Feng Dashan said speechlessly, "I don't have any money, you guys should stop performing."
Feng Dashan's words successfully made Zhao Houjing roll his eyes, thinking, come on, this is also a money-grubber. But Huai Qing and Dong Mian were very angry, Huai Qing even scolded Feng Dashan, "Who would like you?"
"Huai Qing! Can you be quiet for a while?" Zhao Houjing didn't want to fight in the prison anymore, so he could only quickly stop the provocative Huai Qing. Dong Mian saw the eldest young master's impatience, so she quickly grabbed Huai Qing.
When Huai Qing heard his eldest young master say this, he knew that if he continued to make trouble, the young master would be angry, so he could only hold back and stand aside.
There is still a certain distance from the military camp to Yuanjing. Zhao Lingmeng and his companions set out at noon and rode into Yuanjing City at full speed. It was almost time for dinner.
As soon as everyone entered the city gate, Chunshui couldn't wait to ask, "Your Highness, should we go directly to Jingzhao Prefecture or return home first?"
"Let's find a small place to eat first! Then we'll go directly to Jingzhao Prefecture and get the people out as soon as possible. We'll be back early tomorrow morning."
After Zhao Lingmeng finished speaking, he looked around and saw a wonton stall not far away. Business was very bad, so it would be a good place to put the horses.
Zhao Lingmeng quickly dismounted and led the horse towards the stall. "Auntie, seven bowls of wontons, all in large sizes."
Seeing that the customers were coming, the old lady quickly lit the fire and said, "Okay, please take a seat first, I will cook for you right away."
Fan Yong, Chunshui and others also sat down behind Zhao Lingmeng. Chunshui subconsciously took out a handkerchief and wanted to wipe the table in front of Zhao Lingmeng.
"Since we're already eating at this kind of small shop, don't bother."
When Chunshui heard His Highness say this, he put back the handkerchief he had just taken out.
There were no other customers at the stall, so the wontons were served quickly. Zhao Lingmeng couldn't wait to bite one and taste it. She thought it was delicious. It might be because she didn't eat lunch at noon, so everything tasted good. But she didn't think too much about it at the moment and quickly greeted the others:
"It's really delicious, you guys should try it too."
When the others heard His Highness's order, they all picked up their chopsticks and started eating. For a while, the only sound was the sound of eating wontons, and no one spoke.
Zhao Lingmeng and a few others were eating wontons at a small stall, while Zhao Houjing and his friends also had their meals, but each of them only had a steamed bun made by a coarse woman and a bowl of vegetable soup, which was salty and tasteless.
If this food had been served in the past, Zhao Houjing would definitely not have eaten it, but he had been out there and suffered, especially on the way back, they had really eaten everything. So Zhao Houjing was quite happy to eat the steamed buns made by his mother.
On the way back, Zhao Houjing and his companions saw many people fleeing to other places because of the war. That was the real tragedy of the world. During that time, they were afraid to fall asleep at night, fearing that they would be killed accidentally.
Feng Dashan, who was standing next to him, looked at the man who claimed to be the son of Princess Funing, chewing the steamed bun more seriously than he did. He felt even gloomier and could only shake his head helplessly, thinking that it seemed that he really couldn't get out this time. He just didn't know what happened to his sister later.
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