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MTL - The Lady in the General’s Arms is a Bigshot in Mystic Arts-Chapter 346 : Your Highness bet or not?
"Who will pour tea for you and admit your mistake?" Jiang Fu's eyelids twitched, but there was still a slight smile on the corner of his lips, and his tone eased.
Zhao An snorted softly, "Of course it's Xie Cheng."
"You are a servant girl in his house, and you can't even discipline the servant girl well. Naturally, you are here to pour tea for His Highness to confess your mistake."
In fact, as long as he goes back now and tells his father that this woman has ignorantly said that he is unlucky, he can still execute her.
But rather than letting this woman disappear, he still wants to see Xie Cheng pour tea for him and admit his mistake.
Xie Cheng is indeed a rare general, and it's not like he didn't want to win over him before. In order to win over Xie Cheng, he personally brought good wine to the door, but how did Xie Cheng treat him! ?
Not only did he not pick up his drink, but he even ran to join Zhao Xu!
Recently, there have been many rumors about Xie Cheng and this woman in Yandu.
The people he sent also found out a lot.
Xie Cheng did take her to and from school in the women's college many times, and even destroyed the door of the women's college for her.
The servants of Xie's family also said that Xie Cheng went to Jiang Fu's place for dinner all day...
Thinking of this, Zhao An raised his eyes, looked at Jiang Fu and said contemptuously, "You don't dare."
"Of course not." Jiang Fu raised her eyes and smiled, as if the smile was the same, she said slowly, "Then what if His Highness loses?"
Standing behind Jiang Fu, Cong Yin lowered his head, his lips were tightly drawn.
If there were not so many people here, I really wanted to give him a sword and let him die.
She gently raised her eyes to look at Jiang Fu.
Jiang Fu was slender, stood in front of Zhao An, smiled with his lips curled up, and said, "If His Highness Eighth loses, His Highness will return all the things that the former princess gave you, and pour tea for An Le to admit his mistake, how about it? "
"Presumptuous! What's wrong with my highness!" Zhao An said, "Why should my highness pour tea for her and admit her mistake? She is the one who wants to run after my highness!"
"That's right..." Jiang Fu said slowly, "It's the princess who admires His Highness, but His Highness doesn't like him, why did he accept gifts from him, and he has accepted so many times?"
Zhao Anding looked at her with a livid face. He squeezed out a few words between his teeth, "She gave it to His Highness voluntarily. It is His Highness's affair with her. What does it have to do with you?"
"Since it is a matter between His Highness and the princess, why does His Highness take it out for gambling?"
"You said you wanted to gamble..." Zhao An stared at her, suddenly got a headache, and felt more and more disgusting about this woman.
He suddenly felt that it must be her.
She must have spoiled An Le.
An Le used to be different from what she is now...
"I said it, but His Highness can refuse, right?" Jiang Fu said, "Why didn't His Highness refuse, but instead made the bet before me?"
The color of Huoshaoyun behind Jiang Fu became lighter, and the sunlight on the horizon also gradually dimmed. The sun was about to set.
The women who lined up and followed the **** looked over and saw the two talking at a glance.
Miss Guo walked in the front, she saw Zhao An at a glance, she was surprised and shy, why is His Highness here.
Looking again, he saw Jiang Fu.
Her face changed slightly, why was he talking to Jiang Fu.
He also recognized Jiang Fu?
Seeing that he was silent, Jiang Fu smiled lightly and reminded, "Does Your Highness bet?"
"If you don't gamble..."
"Gamble!" Zhao An interrupted her, "One more thing, if An Le treats His Highness the same as before, you and Xie Cheng come to the Eighth Prince's Mansion to apologize to His Highness, and Xie Cheng pours tea to His Highness to apologize, you, Kneel down and apologize to His Highness."
Cong Yin behind Jiang Fu raised his eyes sharply.