After Ziyi sent the things out, he wandered around, paying attention to Qinghe's movements. At first, she found that every time Qinghe came out, she was accompanied by Xue Shan. She knew that Xue Shan was shrewd and ruthless, even if she was in a hurry, she didn't dare to come over.

Two months have passed, and Qinghe has no Xue Shan's company by his side, just a little girl. She tried it a few times, and found that although the little girl was young, she was clever and cautious, and she was not easy to deal with. But instead of being anxious, she was a little happy, the more difficult it was to deal with, the more interesting it was, wasn't it?

Today, she just came over to deliver the purse, and stood there chatting with the sister-in-law in the stall. The sharp-eyed found the two masters and servants of the green lotus in front of the sugar-fried chestnut stall. His eyes rolled, and a strange smile rose into the corners of his mouth. After looking around, he hid behind the pillar.

Sure enough, the hard work paid off, and the idiot Qinghe finally saw a few purses she deliberately placed on the surface. She squinted her eyes slightly, carefully watching Qinghe's every move. After all, she and Qinghe have been sisters for many years, and they know Qinghe's expressions and subconscious movements very well. She knew that the effect she wanted had been achieved, so if she didn't take advantage of Qinghe's uneasy mood now, how long would she stay?

Seeing that Qinghe didn't pay for those purses, Ziyi knew that Qinghe still had resentment against her in her heart. However, this is not a problem, whether there is resentment or not, she should do it, and she still has to do it. The purple clothes turned out from behind the pillar, and the corners of his mouth were bound to win, and he was far behind the master and servant of the green lotus. Seeing Qinghe leading people into the mutton soup shop, she paused, and after a while, she raised her feet and walked in.

There was a "squeak" and the door was opened again. Ziyi looked up and saw Lan Xin walking out of it with red silk, and her heart trembled. I only felt stiff all over, as if my blood had coagulated, and I even forgot to breathe. After not seeing each other for a few months, Yulan's heart has changed a lot, and the momentum around her body cannot be looked at directly. She instinctively lowered her head, dodging the aggressive momentum.

But after lowering his head, he felt that he was very unproductive. Then his heart moved, his eyes rolled, and the corners of his mouth raised a calculating smile. When he looked up again, his eyes were already red, and his face was full of fear and grievance. Then, he immediately hung his head. She adjusted the expression on her face, prepared her words, and waited for Lan Xin to come over and ask.

Whether she was asking, "Why did you go back to Jiangzhou?" or "Why did you drag Qinghe down?", she had prepared her words, and they had already gone through them in her heart many times. She must let Lan Xin know that she is not the purple clothes she used to be, and she wants to make Yu Lanxin pay the price for abandoning her!

Ziyi silently counted in his heart, Yulan's heart was still ten steps away from him, five steps away, three steps, two steps. It was already approaching, and a pair of sky-blue brocade embroidered shoes appeared in front of him. There are not too many patterns embroidered on the embroidered shoes, but there is a round and full East Pearl at the front end, which makes the whole pair of shoes simple and generous but luxurious. Looking at Dongzhu in front of him, the hand of the purple clothes hidden under the sleeves clenched tighter, and he couldn't tell whether it was because of nervousness or excitement.

The embroidered shoes decorated with Dongzhu in front of him did not pause, and left lightly with the pace of the master. The skirt dances gently, and the royal blue begonia flowers fly gently, like a piece of begonia swaying in the wind, and you can even smell a vague aroma.

Ziyi's eyes widened in disbelief, and Yulan didn't even ask anything, not even pause. What did she mean by this? Could it be that she just ignored Qinghe's distress? Seeing the straight back gradually disappear from front of her eyes, her heart was very complicated.

It seems that she really underestimated Yulan's heart, she must have seen through her own scheme. At the same time, he was dismissive of what he had done and ignored it. She pursed her lips tightly, feeling a pang of weakness in her heart. She quickly used her strength and swung her fist, only to smash it on the cotton. Not only did he not hurt the other party, but he trapped himself in it.

Ziyi looked at the direction where Lan Xin and Hongxuan disappeared in a daze, and didn't come back to their senses for a long time. Knowing that Mother Liu and Xue Shan were helping Qinghe out, she didn't notice it.

Xue Shan walked to Ziyi's side, paused in his footsteps, and said in a low voice: "Send the official!" After speaking, he helped Qinghe to continue walking. When Qinghe heard Xue Shan's words, he was only stunned for a moment, and then followed Xue Shan forward as if nothing happened.

Mother Liu glared at Ziyi fiercely, and scolded in her heart: What a white-eyed wolf who can't be raised! She naturally has no objection to Xue Shan's decision, and the merits are left to the government to decide.

Ziyi still didn't recover from the shock, and she was taken away in a daze. When she passed through the hall, she didn't know what was said, until she entered the cell, she still leaned against the corner of the wall.

"Squeak" The sound of two rats fighting for food made her glazed eyes roll. Looking at the bowl at the door of the cell, thinking that it was supposed to be her dinner, but unfortunately it was now occupied by a few rats.

It was dark in the cell, with only a few rays of light streaming in through the narrow ventilation window. Looking at those few rays of light, she couldn't tell what time it was. Looking at the dark walls on all sides, I felt a little desperate, but even more unwilling. She couldn't help but think of that afternoon in Xuzhou.

Ziyi stood in the middle of the room in a daze, staring at the figure standing at the window in disbelief, and asked cautiously, "Young Master, what did you mean just now? Are you driving Ziyi away?"

Zhou Wentao waved his hand impatiently and said irritably: "Our Zhoujia Temple is small, and we can't accommodate your big Buddha, so let's go quickly." He clenched his fists tightly, his hand was faintly painful, and what happened in Jiangzhou appeared in front of him again. He took a deep breath and told himself that it was over and that he would not think about it again.

"No, no, I don't want to leave you!, young master, I don't want to leave!" Ziyi yelled, then rushed over, hugged Zhou Wentao's waist tightly from behind, and whispered in his mouth, "Young master, don't drive me away." Master, we are obviously fine, why have we changed?"

"Hmph, that's for yourself. Zhou Wentao snorted coldly, "I thought you were doing something wrong because of me, Lan ······ You girl punished you, and you had nowhere to go, so I brought you back. But no, not only do you not repent, but you also get worse. So, you have to leave today!"