To Hold One’s Joy

  Chapter 227 Suspicious

   "It doesn't look like it?" Wei Qiang was obviously disappointed by Chao Hua's answer.

   Chao Hua bit her lips: "What happened, Your Highness?"

   "Nothing." Wei Qiang shook his head, as if he lost interest in staying any longer, got up and walked out.

   "Your Highness—"

  Wei Qiang didn't look back: "I'm going out for a walk, you should have a good rest."

   Seeing the man disappear around the corner, Chao Hua held on to the door frame in shock.

  The prince has asked twice in a row if Miss Luo looks like the Princess!

   What does he mean?

   Did you discover the similarities between "Miss Luo" and the princess?

  Thinking of this possibility, Zhao Hua felt chills all over her body.

   "Select servant—" Qing'er shouted.

  Chaohua collected herself, and walked towards Autao as if nothing had happened.

   Maybe it's not that serious, she can't mess up.

  I’ve already been to the princess’s place today, let’s wait until tomorrow, tomorrow she will go to see the princess, or ask Xiuyue to come over, to remind the princess.

no!

   Chaohua denied this idea again.

  Since the crown prince noticed that Miss Luo was like the princess, he couldn't help but ask her, so she can't contact the princess too frequently for the time being.

   Otherwise, even if she denies it again, the prince will think that Miss Luo is related to the princess.

  If that man thinks that Miss Luo's cook, Aunt Xiu, is Xiuyue, the maidservant of the princess, then he will be in trouble.

   Don't panic.

   Chao Hua picked up a cup of tea and took a sip.

  Qing'er hurriedly said: "Choice waiter, the tea is already cold, and the servants will bring new ones."

   "No need, cold tea is refreshing."

   Wei Qiang walked out of the palace, and unknowingly came to the tent again.

  On the endless grassland, the tents look like white clouds dotted in the green sky.

  The only one that attracted his whole mind was that one.

  The food was obviously ready soon, and the tempting aroma wafted far away, causing the people around to linger with bitter faces.

   Knowing it’s delicious but not being able to eat it, it’s too miserable.

   Wei Qiang approached step by step, and stopped not far away again.

  The servants and guards stopped knowingly, all of them expressionless.

  Serve the nobles, and only by being indifferent can they last for a long time.

  Everyone in the palace understands this truth.

  Only the confidant **** Dou Ren stood beside Wei Qiang silently, speculating on his master's thoughts.

   "Dou Ren." After standing there for an unknown amount of time, Wei Qiang suddenly called out.

   "The servant is here."

   "Do you remember the princess?"

   Although Wei Qiang's voice was soft, it surprised Dou Ren.

  He has been serving the crown prince since he was very young.

   No, His Highness was still Prince Pingnan's son at that time.

  There are a certain number of servants in the palace, and he is one of them.

   It can be said that among people like him, he knows His Highness best.

  His Royal Highness asked about the princess, of course not the little princess of the Pingnan Palace, but the Qingyang princess who passed away twelve years ago.

   "Of course I remember." Dou Ren whispered.

  Although the people in the East Palace vaguely knew that His Highness had never let Princess Qingyang go, no one would mention it.

   Princess Qingyang is the daughter of a rebel after all.

  Actually, it was the first time His Highness asked him this.

   "Have you seen Miss Luo?"

   "The servant saw it." Dou Ren looked at the direction where the fragrance came from.

  The girl who was being mentioned by His Highness stood beside the cook and said something.

  The cook carefully lifted the lid of the stew pot and nodded slightly.

  The scent that floats seems to be stronger.

   "Do you think the appearance of Miss Luo standing by the stove...does she look like a princess?"

   Dou Ren was startled and couldn't help but look a few more times, but he didn't dare to respond to these words indiscriminately.

   But it's obviously not okay to keep silent after the master's questioning.

Dou Ren stared there, watching Xiuyue carefully bring down the braised pot on the stove with a thick cloth pad, somehow a flash of inspiration flashed, and he said in a strange way: "I think that cook is quite like a county magistrate." That big maid who is very good at cooking next to the Lord."

   Wei Qiang's eyes suddenly changed, and he asked in a deep voice, "What's the maid's name?"

  He knew it before, but he didn't mention it for a long time, so he couldn't remember it for a while.

   Chaohua was always by his side, Shufeng and Jiangxue both died in the Pingnan Palace, so he was deeply impressed and could never forget it.

   And that maid who had good cooking skills was forgotten in the depths of memory following the destruction of the Zhennan Palace.

  Dou Ren bowed slightly, and said, "I remember that servant girl is called Xiuyue."

  Xiuyue?

   Wei Qiang looked at the ugly cook, his expression suddenly changed.

  Xiuyue, Xiugu...

   The word "xiu" is so common that two out of ten women may be named after it.

   But when Miss Luo made him seem to see Luo Er, the situation was different.

   Could Xiu Gu be Xiu Yue?

  If so, did Xiuyue notice that Miss Luo was like Luo Er and approached her like him, or did Miss Luo have some kind of relationship with Luo Er in some way, so she took Xiuyue in?

  Wei Qiang couldn't help but take a step forward.

  He wanted to confirm whether the cook named Xiugu was Luoer's maid, Xiuyue.

   After taking a step, he stopped again, turned around and walked towards the palace.

   Want to confirm whether Xiugu is Xiuyue, who else knows better than Chaohua?

   Wei Qiang's departure and return made Chaohua even more suspicious.

   "Did Your Highness not eat outside?"

  Wei Qiang smiled slightly: "Come back and use it with you."

   Chaohua showed a moved look.

  The food was quickly placed on the table, and the two ate in silence.

  Half eaten, Wei Qiang put the silver chopsticks away and said with a smile, "Yu Niang, don't you want to learn how to make fish brains in sour soup from Miss Luo's cook? Have you learned it yet?"

   "The concubine is stupid and hasn't learned yet."

   "Practice makes perfect, just ask the cook to teach you a few more times."

   Chao Hua nodded: "I think so too. I will learn it earlier and make it for His Highness later."

   "You have a heart." Wei Qiang held up a piece of black mushroom with his chopsticks, and changed his tone, "It is said that cooking skills also pay attention to talent. I remember that there is a maid beside Luo Er, and her cooking skills are very outstanding."

   Chaohua's hand holding the chopsticks trembled, and her face gradually turned pale.

   "Is that maid named Xiuyue?"

   "Why did Your Highness suddenly ask these questions?"

   "I just remembered it suddenly." Wei Qiang stared at Chao Hua with an inexplicable tone.

   Chaohua looked ugly, and tremblingly said: "I'm sorry, I lost my composure thinking of my old friend."

  Wei Qiang has been secretly paying attention to Chaohua's reaction, but he can't see anything unusual for a while.

   It is natural to ask directly.

  If Xiuyue was still alive, she would have slipped through the net of the Zhennan Palace. Chaohua and her sisters are deeply in love with each other, and she would definitely not admit it.

   Fortunately, Chaohua will still deal with Xiugu in the future. If Xiugu is really Xiuyue, the two of them will definitely show their clues when they are alone.

  Just send someone to watch quietly.

  The two had their own thoughts, and the meal was boring.

  At night, the two lay side by side on the couch, and after talking for a while as usual, the man's shallow and even breathing sounded in the room.

   Chaohua looked sideways at him.

  The man is about to reach his thirties, and he is still handsome.

  The years have made him lose his youthful youthfulness and become deep and changeable.

   Just like the subtle change in his attitude towards her today, and those shocking words.

  Suddenly, the sleeping man frowned.

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  (end of this chapter)