Chapter 501

At the gate of King Jing's mansion, a fast horse stopped whistling.

The watchman outside the door knew that this man was Bai Fengling and hurriedly took over the horse in his hand.

Bai Fengling got the news that Bai Ziyan was seriously ill and now bedridden. He just learned the news of Princess Jing's death two days ago. He wanted to come here, but he had something to delay.

After entering King Jing's mansion, Bai Fengling walked directly towards Bai Ziyan's courtyard. When she got to the door, she pushed open the door and saw that Bai Ziyan was drinking tea there?

Hearing the sound of pushing the door, Bai Ziyan turned his head and involuntarily called out: "Miaomiao!"

At the sight of Bai Fengling, Bai Ziyan's expression immediately cooled down.

"Ah Yan, do you dislike me?" Bai Fengling went into the room and sat opposite to Bai Ziyan, looking left and right at him.

"I heard that you were ill, so I came to see Ken, but I see that you have peach blossom on your face. It should be no big problem. Say GA, just now you called Miao Miao, is it a girl's name?" Bai Fengling said with a smile on her face.

"Your Highness, don't amuse me here." White son said, Gu do nothing to continue to drink tea.

Looking at Bai Ziyan like this, Bai Fengling is interested.

"Ah Yan, you are finally enlightened. Before I saw that you were not close to women, even I thought you were better than Longyang. Now you like women, I feel relieved“ Bai Fengling said and poured a cup of tea with the pot: "the princess's business, ah Yan, you are still very sad. If your body breaks down, how sad the princess will be“

"Thank you, your highness. I'm fine now." The white son continued: "by the way, what's the matter with the border war now?"

”Ah“ Bai Fengling sighed, frowned and continued: "the situation is not optimistic. My father is worried about it these days. By the way, a few days ago, you said you had found a weapon that can be made harder than iron. What's your point now“

”Weapons can be made in a month if there is no accident. But for the sake of excellent weapons, I'm afraid the first batch can only produce 100 swords“ The forging of excellent weapons is time-consuming, and it needs to be pondered repeatedly during this period. No one knows this better than Bai Ziyan.

"Well, one hundred are enough. Give them to the vanguard team. I believe they will turn the war around." Bai Feng continued: "I heard that it was Mr. Su who found the ore this time?"

"Your Highness, are you still well informed?" The crown prince has the means to collect information, but it is compared with that of the Yue family. Although the emperor trusts him now, he trusts him very much. He is collecting information quietly. To get rid of the dross of the court, Bai Ziyan believes that Bai Fengling will be a good emperor in the future.

"If the border war can be reversed this time, I will naturally intercede with my father and restore your title as the little prince. As for Mr. Su, I can take the title like the imperial court." Bai Fengling seemed to think of something. She suddenly frowned and said, "however, ah Yan, you often contact Mr. Su in Wenxing county. Do you know what he likes? I don't think he likes to be an official either. If such a talent can be used by Dashun, it will benefit one side of the people in the future. If he can become an official in the court, it would be better. "

Bai Ziyan carefully observed Bai Fengling's look. It's no wonder that the little lady met the prince several times in men's clothes. However, she didn't hear that the prince had the good problem of Longyang. How could she care so much about the little lady's affairs? Is it not him?

So thinking, the heart of white son speech is a little sour, the woman he likes, must not let the prince's highness to see.

Seeing Bai Ziyan in a daze, Bai Fengling reached out and shook his hand in front of him: "ah Yan, did you listen to me? Do you know what Mr. Su likes? This time he has helped the imperial court so much, you can't treat him badly."

"Prince, as a son of Dashun, it's also right for him to do these things for Dashun. His highness doesn't have to care about this." The prince's Royal Highness is a son of Su. He calls Bai Ziyan a little uneasy.

However, Bai Fengling frowned and looked at Bai Ziyan in an inconceivable way: "ah Yan, what do you say? Now Mr. Su has solved such a big problem for the imperial court. He is Dashun for me. How can I treat such talents badly? Anyway, this reward must be given."

The atmosphere in the room became a little embarrassed. Bai Fengling, who had calmed down, was also surprised. He was seldom so upset. He didn't think about it, but because of the matter of Mr. Su, he was anxious with ah Yan.

"Well, well, let's not talk about this. I'm here to see you this time. If you're OK, I'm relieved." Bai Feng continued: "by the way, the news of the princess's death will be spread to Ningling kingdom in a few days. At that time, your uncle will come to Dashun in person. Now that the border war is tight, there can be no more accidents in the relationship between Dashun and Ningling“

Bai Fengling's words and Bai Ziyan's are clear. The relationship between my uncle and my mother has always been very good. My grandmother and my grandfather are just like my mother. When my uncle comes, he will be dissatisfied with Dashun because of my mother's death. Although because of his mother's death, Bai Ziyan will not forgive his father, but the state affairs are state affairs, and he will not ruin the state affairs because of his private grievances: "don't worry, with me, I will persuade my uncle to continue to make friends with Dashun generation."

Hearing ah Yan say this, Bai Fengling was relieved.

"Yes, I'll go first. You can take good care of yourself. You still need to worry about weapons. I'll come to see you another day." Bai Fengling said and got up.

Just about to push the door to leave, he heard footsteps coming from the corridor outside.

There seems to be women's laughter.

"Miss Su, you are so good at this craft. No wonder the princess and the prince like your chicken cake so much." Chuntao is holding a hot chicken cake just out of the oven in her hand. The fragrance wafts into her nose, which makes her feel better. For so many days, the shadow of her heart has dissipated due to the death of the princess.

"No, I just do whatever I want." Su Miaomiao knows that this chicken cake is not a unique skill. As long as she has mastered the amount of starch and eggs, the taste of chicken cake will be very different. If she had not lived in the 21st century and got the recipe of how to make chicken cake in ancient ways, she would not have been able to make such a genuine chicken cake.