After rebirth, she married the prince of the enemy country

Chapter 66 Remember to drink

Assassins only learn how to better complete their missions, and take people's lives without anyone noticing. How can they do these things?
These were taught by my master when I was a child.

Ever since he discovered that she liked to wield knives and guns, Master taught her to read military books, study the art of war, read history books, learn how to govern the country, and told her to have the world in mind and care for the people.

Later, when her master passed away, she went down the mountain after three years of filial piety, and happened to meet Wei Ziyuan, the fourth prince of Beili who was out hunting at that time.Su Yin saw that he was a kind person, courteous corporal, and good at listening to good words, so after he invited him many times, he became an aide and supported him on the throne.

She thought that there would be a good story since then, but she never thought it was just a dream.

Ling Yan saw that she seemed to be lost in thought, so he didn't rush her, but just fixed his eyes on her carefully, his eyes flicked across her fair little face, but he couldn't see her emotions.

Su Yin took a deep breath, "If Your Highness is fine, I will go down and rest first."

"Go," Ling Yan waved his hand, and said when she was about to step on the threshold, "Gao Shu prescribed medicine for you recently, remember to drink it."

Su Yin's footsteps paused, and he left after a moment of stunned.

When the door of the study room was closed again, Ling Yan took out the memorial and opened it. There was a word "grass" written on it.

He and Su Yin wanted to go together, but the idea was not perfect, and Su Yin just solved his problem.

Ling Yan finished reviewing the memorial and asked Chang Feng to send it to the palace as soon as possible. Chang Feng was about to leave when he was ordered to leave when Ling Yan suddenly stopped him, "Did you check Suyin's life experience before, is the information complete?"

Chang Feng was taken aback, "No problem, everything about her before she was picked up by Wu Yongda was clear, but not so detailed after she was picked up. What is your Highness suspicious?"

Ling Yan shook his head, "It's nothing, you go out first."

"Yes."

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For the next two days, Ling Yan never looked for Su Yin again, and she was happy to be at leisure.

After eating too early, with a wrinkled face, he drank the medicine made by Bai Lu, and hurriedly peeled off a candy and put it in his mouth.After drinking it three times in a row, she always felt that her whole body smelled of Chinese medicine, not to mention there were still several large bowls in the kitchen.

Su Yin folded the candy wrapper in her hand, waited for the candy in her mouth to melt before getting up and going out, planning to buy a sachet to wear on her body, to drive away the smell of medicine all over her body.

Ningxiang Pavilion is a famous powder shop in Beijing. It has two floors. The first floor is for rouge powder, and the second floor is for sachet brocade handkerchiefs. During the day, there is a constant stream of people coming and going. It took Su Yin more than half an hour to choose Good sachet, after paying at the door, squeeze out the threshold.

"Girls love beauty, makeup shops are too profitable..."

She muttered and went down the steps, wondering if she should open a shop as well, when she looked up, she saw a little old man with a dirty face and loosely combed hair in the opposite stall. With half a steamed bun, eat with a bowl of free pickles.

Everyone in the world thinks that a master of literature is lofty and proud, independent of the world, with a clean sleeve, and can become a fairy in the next second, but it is not the case.

Half-baked people like to be arty, and use foreign objects to flaunt themselves different from ordinary people, but real masters never care about these things. They have nothing to do with fame, power, and unrestrained behavior.

Even though he was eating steamed buns and pickles, Su Yin still recognized him at a glance. Except for a few more white hairs on his head, he has hardly changed.

She stood on the steps and looked at him for a few seconds, smiled slightly, raised her legs and walked towards the stall.

(End of this chapter)