C49

Chapter 49 - Chaotic Monarch Heart Transport Scooter

Baili Ziyan was a little taken aback, as if he did not understand what she meant: "Then what should we do?"

Nangong Yimeng turned around, and a bloodthirsty killing intent appeared on her originally delicate face: "Yesterday, it was our favor. If worst comes to worst, we can just look for someone else. Hadn't Aunt just given the imperial edict? If we let Hong Zhong study at the Academy, as long as we do something, I don't believe that she can escape again and again. "

"But just now, Imperial Mother …" Nangong Lingwei's words still echoed in her ears, but she was still a little afraid.

Nangong Yimeng laughed coldly, "Yan'er, Aunt has doted on you since young. Furthermore, Aunt did not allow us to attack right now, so we were only worried that we would miss and cause unnecessary suspicion. But if we hit, it would be a relief for Aunt. At that time, if Aunt is not happy, why would she blame you? "

Baili Ziyan thought for a while, and a disdainful smile rose on her face. Hong Zhong, just you wait for me!

… ….

And Hong Zhong, who was thought to be on the green tea watch, came out of the iron shop. It had already been four hours. After a series of "Ping Ping Ping Pang Pang" sounds, Hong Zhong took out his spoils of war, and proudly waved it in front of Qing Ya and the rest.

"Miss, what are you doing with this thing?" Qing Ya looked at the unknown object in Hong Zhong's hand that was made up of an iron plate and what seemed to be wheels.

"This, I call it a scooter!" Hong Zhong was very proud. This car was the one she had thought of when she entered the palace during the day. Actually, it's just our usual scooter. With a hood and an iron plate as the pedal, plus the four-way wheel underneath, we can slide a long distance by stepping on the flat ground.

"But how does it work?" With regards to this unknown object called the Scooter, not only was it elegant, even the blacksmith shop's owner who was guided by Hong Zhong did it personally, had no idea how to use it.

"So it's like that. Then I'll be leaving first. You guys just follow behind and you'll understand." As Hong Zhong said that, she stepped on the carriage, and with a stomp on the ground, the carriage flew a long distance away with Hong Zhong, and with a stomp on the carriage, it slid a long distance away again. While everyone was in shock, Hong Zhong had already run away.

"Miss, wait for me." Qing Ya came back to her senses. She didn't bother to get on the carriage as she quickly gave chase.

After the coachman explained the situation to the shop owner, he quickly chased after them with the carriage.

It was already very late, and there were only a few people on the streets. The bustling night market had mostly been closed.

Hong Zhong stepped on her improved version of the Scooter, and quickly slid on the road outside the Shengjing City's Third Ring. The people on the street raised their eyebrows in confusion.

What the hell was that?

In this ancient times, there was no concept of bearings at all. On the other hand, Hong Zhong had added this thing into her own design, although it would take a lot of time, but with the speed at which it slid, Hong Zhong was very satisfied.

With this scooter, he would no longer need to ride the No. 11 bus at all times, whether he was in the palace or at home. This thing was too great. In the future, they would have to increase their production capacity, matching Qingya and the others with one each.

With this thought, Hong Zhong slipped for a long time. When she passed by the entrance of the Li Ji's pastry shop, Hong Zhong was surprised to discover that the Murong Youqi that appeared a few hours ago was actually still sitting on the stone chair with a face full of smiles.

This time, Hong Zhong was even more suspicious.

Looking at the smile on Murong Youqi's face, it seemed to be filled with satisfaction. How could this be? For a prince of a kingdom to eat cinnamon cake, it was already very strange for him to have to personally come to the store to eat. Right now, he was still in a daze for a few hours with a face full of satisfaction.

Just as he was thinking, Murong Youqi turned and saw Hong Zhong. He was startled for a moment, then his pitch black eyes lit up, as if he was very happy. With the usual loose and dissolute smile on his face, he stood up and walked towards Hong Zhong with big strides.

For some reason, Hong Zhong also unexpectedly did not step on the scooter to leave. She only looked at Murong Youqi, somewhat puzzled.

Murong Youqi held his fan in his hand, and with a natural air of elegance, he leisurely fanned himself. "Third Miss still appeared here at this late hour, could it be that you're chasing after this prince?"

Hong Zhong looked at him speechlessly, and she was truly regretful. Why did she not run away just now? I was just passing by! " After saying that, she stomped her feet and left.

"Passing by on the way?" Murong Youqi smiled and nodded, then turned to look at Hong Zhong: "I don't know if Third Miss has heard of this saying, 'It's better to invite each other by chance, since we are so fated, why don't I treat Third Miss to some cinnamon cake'?"

Hong Zhong originally wanted to refuse, but when she turned her head, she met Murong Youqi's bright eyes, and the little bit of expectation in those eyes made Hong Zhong pause, and the words that she rejected were stuck in her throat: "Eating cinnamon cake is not a problem, but let me say first, I don't have any money on me, you must pay for it!"

"That's to be expected. Could it be that if this prince is to treat, this prince will be able to make the beauty pay?" Murong Youqi smiled again.

"Then please." To be honest, she was also curious about the kind of cinnamon cake that could make the fourth prince stay and eat here for a few hours.

Hong Zhong walked in front and naturally, she followed behind. The two of them arrived at the stone bench outside the Li Ji's pastry shop and sat facing each other.

After taking his seat, Murong Youqi called out to the owner of the shop: "Boss, give me another kilogram of cinnamon cake."

"Alright." As the boss said this, he picked up an oil paper bag, filled it with a kilogram of cinnamon cake, and brought it to the stone table in front of the two of them before turning around and leaving.

Murong Youqi looked at the cinnamon cake in front of him and pushed it towards Hong Zhong: "Third Miss, try it."

Hong Zhong watched the shop enter the room. After confirming that the shop owner was a 50-60 year old uncle, he started to stare at the cinnamon cake. This was the same as the cinnamon cake s that Qing Ya bought, and he had already eaten quite a bit before, the taste was indeed good, but, no matter how good the taste was, it was only an ordinary pastry, why did the Fourth Prince seem to be so fond of it.

Reaching out his hand, he took a piece and took a light bite. The taste was still as though he had bought it from Qingya. Just as he was about to say that he was not going to eat, Murong Youqi's eyes suddenly lit up. She stared at him unblinkingly and seeing that he had taken a bite, she anxiously asked: "How is it? "Is it delicious?"