Chapter 4438 I Don’t Care About My Origins

He turned around and looked at Qian'er with a smile on his crown-like face: "Princess."

Qian'er was shocked.

"Xiao...zhuang."

"I have met the princess in my humble position." Xiaozhuang came forward and saluted.

Qian'er grabbed his wrist and said anxiously: "What time of day are you talking about these false etiquettes?"

Xiaozhuang stood up straight and looked at her: "The princess's outfit is very unique and beautiful."

Qian'er glanced at him and said angrily: "You're not bad either, Master Long Bo!"

She emphasized the last four words.

Xiaozhuang laughed.

"dare you laugh?"

Seeing his familiar expression again, Qian'er felt mixed emotions in her heart.

There is both peace of mind and fear, but more importantly, joy.

His cold eyes before had really worried her that something had happened to him, or that he really wanted to stay here and be the high priest of Laoshizi.

But now, all these worries have disappeared.

Qian'er knew that he was still the same Xiaozhuang.

Not the slightest change.

"Isn't there someone guarding outside? How did you get in?" Qian'er was worried about his safety and subconsciously looked outside.

Xiaozhuang moved a chair and said with a smile: "Princess, sit down first and listen to me slowly."

"You'd better keep your story short, I'm very anxious."

She didn't need to say anything, Xiaozhuang could also see that she was not only anxious, but also anxious. She didn't seem to eat or sleep well, and her overall condition was a bit exhausted from overuse.

Xiaozhuang first took out a paper bag from his arms, unwrapped it, and brought it to her. He smiled and said, "Are you not used to Uzbek food? I made this. Princess, try it."

Qian'er lowered his head and saw that inside the paper was a small roasted pigeon wrapped in banana leaves.

Slightly browned, with an attractive oily sheen and permeated with fragrance.

Qian'er hadn't eaten well in the past two days. After seeing Xiaozhuang, she felt relieved and felt hungry.

She held the pigeon in one hand, tore off a leg with the other and bit it, asking vaguely: "Where did the pigeon come from?"

"The high priest raised many."

"...You stole your father's carrier pigeon."

Xiaozhuang was silent for a moment when he heard the word dad.

Qian'er asked: "Is the high priest really your biological father?"

"Maybe."

"You're not sure?"

"It's not that I'm not sure, it's that I don't care." Xiaozhuang said, "In my memory, the only people who supported me and educated me from childhood to adulthood were my adoptive father, adoptive mother, godfather, and the Queen Mother. As for my origin, I don't care."

"I didn't expect you to have such a background."

"I didn't expect that either."

"Xiaozhuang, did the high priest keep you here with a prescription to cure the plague?"

"Already the princess knows?" Xiaozhuang was surprised.

"I'm also guessing. Because I also benefited from this prescription."

"Is the princess also sick?" Xiaozhuang was surprised.

"It was once. I'm fine now." Qian'er swallowed the meat in her mouth and gave him a smile.

Xiaozhuang squatted in front of her, held up the handkerchief, gently wiped away the oil stains on her mouth, and said softly: "I saw you and Xi Niang walking together before, and Xi Niang's soul was almost gone. Princess, how did you get here? Coming here?"

Qian'er stopped chewing the pigeon and looked at him blankly: "So you have recognized me a long time ago."

Xiaozhuang stared at her: "Although you wiped mud all over your face, how could I not recognize you? I'm sorry for not recognizing you earlier."

Qian'er was stunned: "I know, there must be a reason why you don't recognize me."