The Lady in the General’s Arms is a Bigshot in Mystic Arts

Jiang Fu: "..." There is no need to be so deliberate.

An Le leaned in the small kitchen, raised her eyes and glanced at them, walked to Song Yun's side, paused slightly, "Let's go, make room for her."

Only then did Song Yun turn her head, and her eyes fell on Xie Cheng who was sitting in a wheelchair outside the small kitchen and looked at them with a half-smile.

The expressions of Song Yun and Jiang Shen became a little strange, as if it was difficult for them to look directly at Xie Cheng.

Xie Cheng himself was generous, saying, "It's really negligent to ask the guests to clean up the kitchen."

"Let's go in and have some tea."

The master has already said so, what else can they say?

Naturally, we will go in for tea together as he said.

So, the few people who just came out of the house together walked out of the kitchen and went into the room together.

There were only him and her around again.

Jiang Fu thought about it for a while, then said, "General, let's sit outside, there is too much smoke inside."

Xie Cheng pushed the wheelchair in by himself, "I see it's quite clean inside."

Jiang Fu: "...I said it was smoky, not dirty."

However, Xie Cheng had already entered, raised his eyes and said with a smile, "I'm not afraid of smoke."

"..."

Jiang Fu turned around, took a deep breath and began to cook and eat.

The kitchen was small, but Xie Cheng acted as if he had never seen it before. He pushed the wheelchair around, looking at the dishes for a while, looking at the delicate plates and bowls for a while, and finally sat beside Jiang Fu, watching quietly. Watch her prepare things.

With a lazy expression, he said, "We went to the Eighth Prince's Mansion today."

Jiang Fu paused, stopped and turned to look at him.

Xie Cheng leaned there and said, "Go save a Mr. Pei Huai."

Without waiting for Jiang Fu to ask, he continued as if explaining the itinerary, "He is from the Sixth Prince's residence."

Someone from the sixth prince's residence?

Jiang Fu looked at him and asked, "Then how did the general bring him out, and the Eighth Prince didn't stop him?"

The corners of Xie Cheng's lips curled up, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, and he said, "He's not at the house."

"When the person was brought out, he was almost dead."

"Fu Ling is still saving."

Jiang Fu frowned lightly.

Xuanwu doesn't have a prince yet, and Zhao Heng is unreliable, he treats every prince the same, and doesn't express clearly who he likes or dislikes, so almost every prince thinks he has a chance.

Whether on the surface or secretly, the struggle has never stopped.

Xie Cheng raised his eyes, saw her frowning tightly, suddenly smiled lightly and said, "Isn't it good to tell you this?"

"I didn't have anything to say at first, so I just talked to you casually, explaining what I did when I didn't come to eat antique soup with you today, and it upset you."

Jiang Fu frowned, she had never met the eighth prince and the sixth prince before, so she couldn't comment on their character, but since the general can stand on the side of the sixth prince, then the sixth prince must be better than the eighth prince.

"Does the sixth prince participate in the opening of the school?" She looked at Xie Cheng and asked with her head tilted.

"Naturally I participated." Xie Cheng smiled, "The emperor attaches great importance to what you ordered, so he naturally listened to you, and let all the princes who can participate participate."

"Where is he in charge?"

"Yuzhou." Xie Cheng paused, and said, "Yuzhou is a good place. It is much richer than Changzhou and other places on the border. The sixth prince can manage well, so don't worry."

"Yuzhou..." Jiang Fu paused, "Ah Nian seems to have been to that place before."