Princess too Young, Prince too Old

"Don't say it," Du Heng frowned suddenly. "How can we beak about the noble affairs?"

Song Fu is a little bit embarrassed. Du Heng has always respected him. Although he is only a slave, Du Heng Gu's friendship with Song Tong has always respected him as Song Bo and respected him as his parents. He has never used it. He spoke to him in such a stiff tone, so Song Fu was inevitably a little surprised: "What's wrong? Are you in a bad mood today?"

"No, it was just that I didn't sleep well yesterday," Du Heng wiped his face and took a deep look at Song Fu. "Song Bo, I didn't speak well just now, don't worry about me."

"What do I care about you, boy?" Song Fu was so busy helping Du Heng, he stunned the snowflakes on his body. "Come out, don't delay the Jing'an County Master."

"Yes, then I will go first." Du Heng said.

"It's snowing, why don't you hold an umbrella?" Song Fu turned and took a few steps, then suddenly turned around, shouting at Du Heng's back.

Du Heng did not speak, but just waved his hand, and walked outside without looking back.

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Du Heng drove his carriage in the rising snowflakes. He thought of the gentle side face of the Lord of Jing'an, thinking of her opening the curtains and looking at him, and thinking of the small stone blue hand that she passed to her. Umbrellas are messy inside, and even more chaotic than the snow outside.

He was a little suffocated and a little discouraged. This road was passed by him when he returned to Jing'an County. The mood at that time was very different from that at this moment.

Walking to the palace gate, he strangled the stable and stood upright in front of the horse. He looked at the majestic and straight guards in front of the palace gate, looked at the towering palace gate, and looked at the red tiles and yellow tiles in it. He felt Even more frustrated, when he was about to keep his eyes open, he watched a tweed soft car emerge from behind the red wall. He looked at the tweed soft car covered with snowflakes, and could not help but clenched his fists. .

The soft blue limousine slowly came out of the palace door and stopped in front of Du Heng. The curtain was opened by the servant. Du Heng saw the woman sitting inside and saw that she was wearing a Mulanqing double embroidered satin dress. Comb a single snail, and a hollow orchid bead on the corner of the horn is still quiet and elegant, not someone else, it is the master of Jing'an County.

Du Heng walked quickly to the sedan chair, bowing down and saluting: "The subordinates are ordered by the princess to welcome the county master to pass by."

"The princess is also very polite," Jing'an County chief pursed his lips and waved his hand to the bearer. The bearer was too busy holding the car, and the waiter was so busy holding the umbrella for Jing'an County. When he got out of the sedan chair, he saw Du Heng stepped forward and handed his arm over to him. The owner of Jing'an stunned, then pulled Du Jia's arm out of the sedan chair, and boarded the carriage again. The county chief nodded to him, "It's working."

"The county owner need not be polite." Du Heng said, lowering the curtain of the carriage, then sitting on the front of the carriage and driving it.

"Country owner, there is hot cow's milk tea in the food container," Du Heng ran out of the carriage ten meters, and suddenly said to the carriage, "Under the soft pillow, there is soup wife."

The owner of Jing'an County opened the food container, and when she saw a tea cup inside, she picked it up, and it turned out to be hot. She couldn't help but hook her lips and said to Du Heng, "I'm interested."

Du Heng was not talking, and drove the carriage quickly in front of the goose feather snow.

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