Disguised as a man: I am not your wife

Chapter 707 The princess is polite

"Young Master Zhuo Hua is naturally kind to Bengong. He sent someone to hangover soup early in the morning. Isn't Bengong paying back the courtesy?"

"Master Dong looks like he still has things to do, so I won't see you off."

With a smile on her face, Xiangxiang nodded to Dong Shu, turned around and walked quickly to Yun Zhuohua's door.

Yun Zhuohua was not feeling well yesterday, the memorial was accumulated with today's, and most of the table was set out.

Sun Zenian was very dissatisfied with Yun Zhuohua's laziness and sabotage yesterday.

I didn't even come to Qingyao Hall today, I just ordered someone to bring a message, and the government couldn't delay it.

Yun Zhuohua was still dizzy at the moment, after arguing with the Da Song Mission, before he was free, he heard a report from outside that Princess Xiangxiang had arrived.

"No!" Yun Zhuohua said weakly, rubbing the corners of his brows.

"Master, this...isn't good." Pei Yuan hurriedly stopped the little father-in-law who was answering, and persuaded Yun Zhuohua,
"I'm very busy." Yun Zhuohua pulled over a memorial, picked up a cinnabar pen, and prepared to write.

It looked like he didn't want to listen to it at all.

"Princess of Nanzhao, if the young master doesn't see you, the emperor may force you to meet me too."

"When the time comes, son, you will lose the opportunity."

Last night, Yun Zhuohua saved Princess Xiangxiang's face. If he doesn't see her again today, it will be bad for the diplomatic relationship between the two countries.

Pei Yuan didn't ask anyone to reply, and he stood aside silently, the atmosphere was so quiet that it was almost eerie.

After a while, Yun Zhuohua couldn't bear the atmosphere after he had reviewed several memorials one after another, and she threw away the cinnabar pen in her hand.

"I can't see it!"

After hearing this, Pei Yuan smiled like a flower and waved to the little father-in-law who reported.

After the little eunuch went down, Pei Yuancai stood beside Yun Zhuohua, and said in a low voice, "Princess Xiangxiang came here this time, intending to marry Nanwu."

"I heard that Princess Xiangxiang likes sons with good character and good looks. In the royal family, there are actually many good-looking sons. As for character..."

Pei Yuan's voice stopped at the moment Xiangxiang stepped into the door.

Yun Zhuohua understood the meaning of Pei Yuan's words in an instant, she nodded to Pei Yuan, already thinking about it.

Xiangxiang bowed to Yun Zhuohua upright, "Young master invited me to taste Nanwu tea yesterday, it tastes good."

"Reciprocity, I also made some unique flavors of Nanzhao, please taste it."

Xiangxiang took the things from the maid, carried the tray forward, and placed it on Yun Zhuohua's table.

Her hand touched the porcelain white lid of the soup pot, revealing her red face from the cold, "Please don't dislike Xiangxiang's cooking skills, my lord!"

Xiangxiang hung her hands under Yun Zhuohua's eyelids intentionally or unintentionally, and Yun Zhuohua also pretended not to see it, without any caring condolences.

"The temperature is just right, sir!" Xiangxiang pushed the soup cup towards Yun Zhuohua's hand.

Yun Zhuohua showed no expression, and reached out to take it, "Princess, you are welcome."

When the soup cups were handed over, Yun Zhuohua's icy fingers stroked Xiangxiang's knuckles lightly.

Xiangxiang was delighted by the unexpected touch, she flicked her finger and wanted to pull it back shyly.

Before Yun Zhuohua could hold his hand firmly, the soup cup instantly tilted to one side.

Yun Zhuohua secretly picked up his finger, causing all the soup to spill out.

Xiangxiang screamed, and hurriedly went to help Yun Zhuohua tidy up, but there were so many memorials on the table, every time she moved, all the memorials fell down.

(End of this chapter)