After rebirth, she married the prince of the enemy country

Chapter 394
The two stayed in Qingzhu Garden for a full hour, and they even had lunch before leaving.

Su Yin sat on the stool with her eyes half closed, her toes up and down, as if she was about to fall asleep.

Ling Yan stretched out his hand in front of her and snapped his fingers, "Sleepy? Go to sleep when you're sleepy."

"Hmm..." Su Yin answered slowly, opened his eyes, and looked up at the straight man in front of him, "Your Highness thinks what Huangfusong said is true or false?"

"Half-truths."

Ling Yan sat down opposite her, casually picked up the cooling ointment on the table and smelled it, the faint scent of flowers penetrated into the tip of his nose, and it actually had a refreshing effect.

"Actually, what he said is correct." Su Yin turned to face him, "It is easier to conquer the country than to defend the country, but there are also many internal and external troubles. Western Chu produces BMWs, which are beneficial for marching. Your Highness may need them in the future."

Ling Yan smiled and said, "Do you think someone in Beijing will rebel?"

"As long as you have military power in your hands and are forced to a certain situation, it's hard to say whether you will rebel." Su Yin raised his hand to support his chin, staring straight at him, "King Su's fief is in the northwest, and Huangfu Lei's maternal ancestral home is not far from the border, so there is no guarantee that there will be no contact in the future."

Ling Yan lowered his eyelids slightly, "The chips he gave are still too few, just wait."

Su Yin narrowed her eyes and smiled, and said no more.

……

After the state banquet, it rained for two consecutive days, and the temperature dropped sharply.

When she got up early in the morning, Su Yin took a cloak before going out.

It was sunny today, the sky was finally no longer foggy, and the wound on her face was almost healed, so she walked out of Qingzhu Garden and prepared to go shopping.

The streets of Pingdu are very lively in all seasons. Su Yin walked around and unknowingly came to the gate of the General's Mansion.

The bustling General's Mansion in the past is now deserted, no officials come in and out, the gate is closed, only a few children are playing around at the gate.

Probably because it disturbed the doorman inside, the doorman opened the door a crack, and waved away a few half-grown children.

After Ye Hao's military power was taken back, the General's Mansion had no value in currying favor with, and those who followed suit would naturally go to other houses, so there was no need to come here to step on the threshold.

The corner of Su Yin's mouth curled up into a smile, shook her head, and walked away with her cloak wrapped around her face.

She entered a restaurant, ordered a jug of fruit wine, looked up, and was surprised to see Ye Hao also there.

He was sitting in the room on the second floor with the door wide open, facing the storyteller in the lobby, with neither happy nor sad expression on his face.

Su Yin hesitated for two seconds, then raised her leg and headed for the second floor.

"General Ye."

Ye Hao held the wine glass, just put it to his mouth, before he had time to drink, he heard a clear and familiar voice, couldn't help but pause, squinting at the person who came, "Miss Su?"

Su Yin smiled at him, "There are no seats downstairs, I wonder if the general is willing to give me a seat?"

She stepped on the threshold without the slightest restraint.

Ye Hao didn't understand her intention, and pointed to the opposite side of him, "Please sit down."

"Thank you."

After Su Yin sat down, Xiao Er happened to bring up the fruit wine. She poured more than half of the glass, raised it to Ye Hao, and drank it down in one gulp.

"I fell in love with this fruit wine the first time I drank it, has the general tried it?"

Ye Hao shook his head, shook his wrist slightly, and aroused the aroma of the wine in the cup, "Fruit wine is sweet and beautifying, suitable for women to drink, but it's a little lighter for me. I prefer spirits, spicy in the throat, thick and mellow, It’s endlessly memorable.”

(End of this chapter)