ZHAO JUREN'S LAST LOVE
CHAPTERS 110. Who is the King's successor?

Zhao Juren was a bit stunned, then asked, "You still remember me?"

The noodle shop owner's wife pulled the corner of her lips kindly, "It was she who recognized the master, then told me that the old master did not stop by it appeared today".

The woman smiled innocently, pointing at her husband who was standing behind her. The man's face flushed red, with his guard down he then smiled like his wife, showing a slightly uneven line of teeth.

“Yes, Mr Lian Ju, isn't this you? It's hard to forget the matching couple who visited here a few months ago? You're too handsome and pretty not to remember. Where is Miss Xue? You're not coming with him? He hasn't been here in a long time either".

The man suddenly asked Zhao Juren a question, his eyes curled, like a pair of crescent moons, as if curiosity were rising there.

"Oooh, he's probably busy." Zhao Juren replied a little too late, he could count on the finger how many times he had visited here, maybe three or four times, he said, the moment he met secretly with Xue Xue after the event he entered the palace as that servant.

The wind blew from the end of the street, making the banners outside the shop waving, the wind blowing not warm.

Zhao Juren was stunned for a moment before she regained her senses as Changyi impatiently nudged her shoulders.

With a heavy voice full of longing he said softly, "Either what is now happening to him, can his small shoulder bear this much sadness".

"Oh, sorry. What did the young master just say?". The shop owner's wife shakes her head curiously. Zhao Juren's voice was similar to an indistinct roar.

"No. I didn't say anything important. Can you provide us long-lived noodles with mushrooms and hot gravy?" Zhao Juren asked.

"Of course, sir, sit down first, your order will come." Greet the shop owner cheerfully.

"Don't forget a jar of sweet rice wine. This air is a little cold than usual." Changyi interrupted as he took a seat, sitting casually facing the table.

There were no dried leaves piling up on the street like the last sight Zhao Juren had sat facing the window, which was a white snow patch. The winter felt so extreme this year, reminding Zhao Juren of a small town north of Yanzhi, Youwu city.

If the memories of the city were to spread, there was clearly the face of a beautiful woman flashed through his mind, that wise and kind Xiao Yi.

"How is Yanzhi now, is the city of Yubei also this cold? Or colder than this?" Missing the hometown tickled, it felt so far away from its reach.

The winter wind swept the ground, Zhao Juren's whole heart was icy cold, his face was getting pale, his throat seemed to choke, he thought for a while, then softly said, "When do I see Yubei again?"

Changyi did not care much about the grim look on Zhao Juren's face, the wine pot that was served by the couple who owned the noodle shop made her stomach churn, plus the smell of sweet rice wine makes it hungry not kepalang.

The shop owner's wife could not see Zhao Juren's facial expression, she had wanted to keep asking, but was pulled by her husband.

This woman was a little confused, she did not understand why her husband was dragging her in such a way.

"She may be heartbroken at the young lady's house, look at her sad face." Whisper of husband.

The shop owner's wife finally nodded while stealing a glance and then she turned and left, shortly afterwards, she returned with a bowl of hot noodles, besides there was also a plate of chopped duck meat, and half a plate of shiny white dumplings seduces taste. From a distance, the smell of vinegar and garlic is fragrant.

"I didn't order this much." Zhao Juren frowned.

"Servant? God, I'm this handsome you say waitress?" Changyi let out an annoyed grunt but then his face finally found the food in front of him.

"Sir, please try." The owner of the shop stood proudly without regard to the protest sentence that Changyi uttered.

Zhao Juren took out a pair of chopsticks, took out a handkerchief from her belt, wiped it and started eating, sesamely at a slow pace. Zhao Juren was a noble, she was not careless if she was going to eat, even the matter of cleanliness was very important to her

Long-lived noodles are very hot because they have just been lifted from the fire, poured broth and onion oil and sprinkled with chives, the aroma is extraordinary, very very very fragrant.

Zhao Juren ate it very slowly, he had not eaten very well for a long time, since he had been in the Yichen temple for weeks, hiding from there while he was worried that Yu's troops were actually attacking the city, because according to the rumors His Highness Yan Yue was weak at the edge of the city, ready to attack at any time, where Niang's troops were at every gate.

"Ukhs..." Zhao Juren slightly refrained from swallowing, her stomach was unceasingly giving off acid, it felt nauseous as if she wanted to spit out something.

"The dumplings are very good. Oh, my God, it tastes delicious. How could there be such a nice dumpling in Niangxi". Changyi's rant made Zhao Juren turn his head and he could see, Changyi's bowl of noodles was almost empty. I don't know when he ate it, the noodle pafahal was still hot.

Zhao Juren's brows furrowed, puzzled he asked, "You've finished your noodles?"

Changyi nodded with a joke.

"May I add more, my lord the handsome Lian Ju?" the question was half ridiculing, so that the owner of the tavern heard it, he was still annoyed at being called Zhao Juren's servant.

Zhao Juren smiled blandly, saying nothing, nonchalantly, she turned to the shopkeeper who was so happy to see that they were enjoying his cooking so much, "Is the body of His Majesty the king buried?" ask the shop owner.

As soon as the shopkeeper's face turned grim, he shook his head slowly.

"Didn't you know?" He asked with his sad look.

"The great prince Nan Yuhuai died yesterday, everyone is talking about it. The king's funeral was suspended, as Princess Nan Luoxia had to take care of her other brother's death as well."

Zhao Juren was stunned, the news had just reached his ears, all he knew was the passing of king Nan Chen.

"Who will succeed the king if the great prince also dies. Everyone was afraid that Yanzhi's forces were taking the opportunity to take control of Niangxi because now no one was leading, except prime minister Yang Liujun." Reciprocity.

Zhao Juren was stunned, the noodles in her chopsticks returned into the bowl, a sudden sense of anxiety controlling her heart. How is Xue Xue doing now? that question bothered him so much.

"There must be someone who replaces the king in this crucial moment otherwise Nanxing may remain a name" the tavern owner said softly and timidly, he looked to his left and right as if worried that someone would hear his worries.

"Then, who will replace His Highness Nan Chen?"

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