Chapter 1146 Oops, Dressed as Pan Jinlian (61)

In front of her is a king.

Xia Qiu was very clear in his heart.

The man sat behind the court desk, staring deeply at her, for a moment Xia Qiu seemed to see an extremely deep undercurrent in his gaze.

But soon, these undercurrents were like fleeting shadows, and before she could see them clearly, all the emotions had been hidden deep in Zhao Jing's eyes.

"I will give you a token to keep you safe for life, and I will also give you thousands of acres of fertile land and a mansion to keep you safe for the rest of your life. However, Staff Xia, all of these have a price. You can see if you want to willing……"

The tone returned to calm, Zhao Jing tapped his fingers on the imperial case, the subtle sound was rhythmic, his tone was suddenly brisk, and somehow there was a kind of childlike malice.

"No matter what, you are not allowed to marry Gao Youhe for the rest of your life, and I will give you ten servants, all of whom are men who are not inferior to Gao Youhe. You can do whatever you want, or let them take you as their wife and master, but... ...I will write this article into the imperial decree."

"Once you marry Gao Youhe, all the promises made to you will be void immediately. Even if you have many children, I will send someone to take you directly into the palace. Concubine Qiu... will always keep it for you. "

Zhao Jing, is this an aboveboard retaliation?

Xia Qiu slightly hooked her lips, and answered.

"The emperor knows the girls of the people. Good girls don't turn their backs. Of course there is nothing wrong with them. It's just that servant... Forget it. A good man should stay in the capital and serve my Great Song Dynasty!"

Zhao Jing smiled immediately, the smile brought some relief, but the light in his eyes was deep.

The words have come to this point, and the knot is completely resolved.

Looking at the young and heroic Zhao Jing, he looked at the pile of memorials on the imperial case.

Ming Huang's imperial decree was spread out on the copybook, Zhao Jing glanced at her.

"Grinding ink!"

Xia Qiu followed Zhao Jing's side, took the inkstone, and quietly ground the ink.

While she was grinding the inkstone, the eyes of the man beside her kept falling on her face.

A pair of big hands suddenly covered hers and stopped her movement,

"I really don't want to part with it." Zhao Jing sighed softly, his eyes were a little nostalgic.

At that time, when Xiaoxue first came, he went to look for her. She was wrapped in a silver cloak, and her small face seemed to be invisible, but the man was freehand, leaning against the door of the attic, holding a bowl of Steaming rice wine.

He asked her why she didn't go into the attic, and she joked to him that only Xiaoxue was the perfect match for rice wine.

That day, they warmed up the wine and drank three dendrobiums against the light snow.

With her, Zhao Jingcai felt that he had really become himself, living an extremely relaxed life.

"You can tell me if you have anything. I have arranged someone. You can find him if you have anything. He will pass it on to me as soon as possible." Zhao Jing said.

"Your Majesty..." Xia Qiu sighed softly, not knowing what to say.

Zhao Jing has a house for a long time, he is a prince, and now he is an emperor.

For these powerful men, Xia Qiu has never thought about it.

In Xiaqiu's world, marriage between a man and a woman is a good match, let alone in the ancient times with strict hierarchy?

In Prince Ying's Mansion, she took the risk to communicate with Zhao Jing, implying that she knew that Zhao Jing wanted to fight for the heir apparent.

At that time, unlike later, everyone knew that Zhao Jing wanted to compete with the King of England. Before, Zhao Jing hid his strength and bide his time, and what he was most afraid of was leaking the news, so Xia Qiu used this to get himself out of the King's Mansion.

But later, it was a coincidence that she fell right into their arms...