Dress up as a sickly person to capture the villain princess!

Chapter 223 Next time you come, listen to the whole song

The carriage swayed slowly and stopped at the entrance of the street. A big man in coarse clothes put his hands on his hips and opened the curtain of the carriage. A cart full of fine fish was placed in a winnowing basket and displayed neatly.

Several maids from wealthy families carrying vegetable baskets were already waiting downstairs. They had a few taels of silver in their hands and had already started to pick out the big fish they liked.

"The finest seafood!"

"Don't miss it if you pass by!"

"It's too late to wait!"

Every word of the shouting fell into everyone's ears, and even attracted the rich young man who was having breakfast upstairs to use his folding fan to open the bamboo curtain and take a look down.

They held teacups in their hands, the finest tea emitting a light and elegant fragrance, and the hot steam drifted towards the bamboo curtain.

"Seafood, are you guys interested?"

The fish in the sea naturally have less earthy smell than the fish in the lake, so they are more popular. But if you want to make soup, you still have to have a good, fat sea bass, which is worth a fortune!

"I'm not interested. I'd rather eat my shrimp and seafood porridge. It's delicious."

The young man held the white porcelain spoon and scooped a spoonful of white porridge filled with reddish shrimps and dotted with some fresh green onions. He put it to his lips and swallowed it in one gulp. Even though his eyebrows were frowned because of the scalding porridge, he refused to let go.

His funny appearance naturally caused several of his companions to clap their hands on the table and burst into laughter. One of them said jokingly, "You look like you've never eaten anything like this. This is also seafood, so there must be a lot of good stuff in it, right?"

The man did not deny the debt, but admitted it directly.

"Yes, this bowl of seafood and shrimp porridge of mine is now their signature dish. Why do you come to the restaurant to eat and still act like a scholar?"

"Don't pretend, just fill in a few less for me and stuff them in quickly!"

Listening to the playing and laughing sounds from next door, Xia Zhiyuan was quite speechless. However, the fact that this partition was not soundproofed did add a bit of worldly air to it, so that she and His Highness didn't feel so lonely here.

Eyes wide open.

"Why, didn't Your Highness just clamor for this bowl of seafood shrimp porridge? Why don't you touch the spoon now?"

Xia Zhiyuan narrowed her eyes and smiled, looking at Zhao Changlin's eyes seriously. She stretched out her hand across the small wooden table, pinched the porcelain white soup spoon in front of His Highness, stirred it slightly with her fingers, and scooped up a spoonful of white porridge with a shrimp on it.

A ray of golden light came in from the window. The sunlight was just right, and the shadow of the half-open paper window was cast on the table in front of the two people. The shadow of the green bamboo pole was stretched out very long.

Seeing the sharp-tongued person opposite her, Zhao Changlin couldn't resist and couldn't help laughing out loud, with the ends of her eyebrows raised, without disguising it at all.

"I'm sorry to bother you with your hands, which are so busy all day long. So, you have to drink this hot porridge whether you want to or not."

After saying that, she slightly opened her red lips and gently bit the porcelain white spoon with the tip of her teeth. Xia Zhiyuan didn't expect that his teasing was ineffective, so after a moment of being stunned, his wrist was grabbed by Zhao Changlin.

Zhao Changlin gently pressed his thumb on her wrist and rubbed it lightly, then finished the porridge in one mouthful.

Zhao Changlin finally had time to speak, and her tone was filled with concern.

"These past few days, I've asked Zhiyuan to go out for a swim. Are your hands still sore?"

"If it hurts, you should apply medicine now."

After saying that, Zhao Changlin reached into his pocket, which obviously contained something. After a moment, Zhao Changlin took out a warm jade box.

Her fingertips were nimble and she quickly opened the box. She rubbed a little milky white paste on her fingertips and was about to apply it on Xia Zhiyuan's hand.

Listening to His Highness's words, Xia Zhiyuan actually felt that he faintly tasted a hint of vinegar, as if the entire box was filled with the smell of vinegar.

Is Your Highness jealous?

Is it because I have to deal with official documents all day long that I have neglected His Highness's feelings? But as the emperor, shouldn't His Highness be busier than me?

The remaining conclusion was about to surface in his mind, but Xia Zhiyuan still did not dare to conclude that what he thought in his mind was the fact.

It was not until the cool paste fell on his wrist and his fingertips slowly rubbed it that the soreness from last night was completely relieved. Xia Zhiyuan finally came to his senses and recovered from his wandering state.

Zhao Changlin was well aware of the soreness that would occur after overusing his wrists. If he didn't take good care of it, it might lead to a chronic disease in the future, which could cause serious consequences.

Her fingertips wandered on the white wrist, and she lowered her head and said seriously: "From now on, you don't have to write your official documents so neatly. Just keep it short. They have been working under you for a while, so they will naturally understand it."

"If he can't understand, then it proves that this person is too dull and unsuitable for such a smooth position. Perhaps, transferring him to the common people would be a better choice."

"But we can't mistreat loyal and upright people. We have to choose a good position so that they will be willing to take it."

Xia Zhiyuan listened carefully to what His Highness said, so he nodded and watched His Highness rubbing.

His Highness seemed to be an experienced veteran, knowing exactly where the pain in the wrist could be treated, just like an old miracle doctor who had won a silk banner.

Thinking of the appearance of His Highness holding the silk banner, Xia Zhiyuan just found it somewhat funny, so he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"I tell you this, but you won't listen."

"Then I will listen to you only when it's late at night and everyone is asleep, begging for mercy."

Only when the ointment was completely dissolved did Zhao Changlin withdraw his hand, take out a handkerchief, and carefully wipe her fingers.

How did His Highness change the subject in a roundabout way? Xia Zhiyuan had no choice but to be the first to admit his mistake.

"Okay, I was wrong just now. I shouldn't have thought about random things when Your Highness was concentrating. I shouldn't have been serious when Your Highness was serious..."

Before Xia Zhiyuan could finish her apology, Zhao Changlin had already picked up the white spoon again. She swung her wrist slightly, scooped another spoonful of porridge, and handed it to Xia Zhiyuan's lips.

At this time, the streets in the early morning were already bustling. The first floor of the restaurant was noisy and crowded with people. They were pushing and shoving each other, fearing that they would be late and miss out on a good seat.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

Only three loud voices were heard downstairs, and the crowd who were originally arguing with each other suddenly stopped, and in an instant, the entire first floor returned to silence.

"Dear readers, I will continue what I left off last time. If there are any that you don't understand, please forgive me."

"Next time you come, listen to the whole song!"

The storyteller holding a folding fan saluted the crowd.

"Okay! Please continue, sir!"

"Here to cheer you on!"

Several wealthy young men and ladies sitting in the front row clapped and cheered. They leaned back on the armchairs in the hall, looking as if they wanted to continue listening.

"Well, I will continue."

"Continuing from the last chapter, we are talking about that gentleman who put down the civil strife in Xizhou City and burned the pirates' boats..."

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